His hit song United Breaks Guitars was breaking the hearts of musicians more than a year ago.
California needs a high speed train. From what I hear of the traffic, it will be a godsend.
Don’t Copy That Floppy…
…it’s much too slow, burn that DVD instead.
I played Laser Quest on Saturday night with Jesse, and won the game, but with a poor point score that didn’t beat the ~850 high score of the day. I picked up some tomatoes today, and a free pie. Mmmm, pie.
We watched “Food Inc.” [8/10] and learned that not everyone in the world knows a farmer personally. I was sitting next to someone who was a farm kid, and I grew up going to school with farm kids. It’s foreign to think of a world where most people don’t know a farmer.
Can you not wait to buy Crapple’s new InPod with Dolbee 5.1 surround sound in your head, from advanced headphones that are actually inside your noggin’? They’ve found a way to actually put the InPod inside of you. You don’t want to know where they have to put the USB port, but they are rumoured to be making a wireless model soon, so you may want to wait for that one.
Ryan, a British Columbian wiseguy and otherwise nice fellow, asked me if this sort of drunken incident happens often in the province of Saskatchewan. Not to me, it doesn’t. And I’ve never met anyone personally who has been pants’ed for the purposes of lewd photos.
Thursday night, my roommate and I went to my garden, and we picked potatoes, beans, mint, and peas. The tomatoes are still too green. We then had a 99% Saskatchewan grown vegetarian, organic, supper.
Friday was an interesting day (for me at least). I was on my way over to the east end when I noticed a large bird on my lawn. It was a falcon nibbling on a large dead bird. I went closer for a better look, and the falcon thought I wanted some bird too, and tried taking its meal with it. Pulling on the dead bird’s head with its talons proved futile after two attempts that simply slid it along the grass a few centimeters, so it took off into the trees. I saw the dead bird was a pigeon, and not wanting to further disturb the falcon’s supper, I left.
On the Ring Road I thought I saw police lights flashing far behind me in my rear view mirror. When no one had pulled over behind me, I assumed the cop was stopped a few kilometers back on the side of the road. About 30 seconds later though, I could certainly see the lights, and the half dozen cars behind me were not getting out of its way! I pulled over to the right, and the car directly behind me did the correct thing too. Not surprisingly, the bozos who hadn’t pulled over for the police car that was in a hurry, didn’t let our two cars back onto the road in front of them.
Then I managed to safely navigate across 4 lanes of traffic on Victoria Ave. E. and some twerp in a minivan was unhappy with my success so he honked at me. In Saskatchewan, honking is a grave insult. Of course in most cities, people honk for everything. Here, only people from elsewhere, or experienced road-ragers will honk.
My friend Sandy and I watched “Men With Brooms” [7/10] and “Reality Bites” [7/10], and in between made lasagna, played Duck Hunt and Super Mario, and listened to Dire Straits on LP.
Later on driving home I saw a coyote east of the Ring Road by SIAST, and at home I found a bat circling my bedroom in a panic. No idea how it got inside, but probably the way I made it leave — through the patio door. There was fortunately very little clean up.
This is a little iffy, but I like the idea at least.
Buzz takes on the Hip Hop challenge. Does he fail?