Enjoy life as a discarded fench fry. Now I can say I've truly lived.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Amazing Picture From The Japan Tsunami
I don' tknow if this picture is a fabrication or not, the site I found it on, claims it to be real. The back story is a camera was found in the debris of a cleanup and this picture was one that was found on the memory stick. I think it's safe to say the photographer didn't survive, it looks like about 1/2 a second before the wave hit.
Real or not, just imagine.........
Real or not, just imagine.........
Thursday, June 16, 2011
A Ride On the Pity Train
The following post, although not written in the spirit intended of this forum, represent my state of mind and being an author of this site, I can post whatever I damn well please!! ;P
It would seem to me that my muse have left me. I am not feeling all that creative. Truth be told I've been feeling a little sorry for myself lately. I have been working Far From Home for almost 5 months of a 6 month rotation now. The current project is firmly entrenched in governmental red tape, people covering their collective asses and generally milking a situation for all it's worth. All the while neglecting the resources that have taken time to be away from their families to work here. Myself and the the three other men who volunteered.
The last time I drafted an article of this nature, the customer, unbeknownst to me, was reading what I was writing. Unfortunately, they did not agree with my assessment of the situation, got all huffy and for all intents an purposes censored me. I was asked to take the blog that I was posting my poison pen mail to, down and remove any and all posts that would cast a dark shadow over our current customer. I will not get into that again.
Suffice it to say that the situation has caused my usually happy go lucky demeanour to become slightly more acerbic. I would like to say that those who know me, see me as a glass half-full person. Here though, in this reality, my glass is most definitely always half-empty. I keep asking the waiter to fill it, he says "Yes sir, I'll be right back with that", but he never returns and my glass stays half-empty.
That, along with the 5 months of winter I have lived through, missing my family and with thoughts of feeling trapped in job I cannot get out of while making pretty good money, are making for a grouchy, angry somewhat lazy worker, Some qualities that will have to be adjusted before I return to work in the real world.
The final nail in the coffin is the sad realization that the stash I have been enjoying over the last 3 weeks is coming to an end. I am down to the last bowl of my Fisherman's Friend, which will be enjoyed as I watch my Canucks end a 40 year drought and win the Stanley Cup, on the same ice as our Canadian Olympic Men's Hockey Team did in the last Winter Olympics.
With the last few days remaining on this rotation my intention is to soldier on in my duties, few as they may be, until my final day of July 16, 2011. After that day I will have 6 months of not having to think about this project in any way shape or form. That will be someone else's job.
AHHHH, sweet release.
It would seem to me that my muse have left me. I am not feeling all that creative. Truth be told I've been feeling a little sorry for myself lately. I have been working Far From Home for almost 5 months of a 6 month rotation now. The current project is firmly entrenched in governmental red tape, people covering their collective asses and generally milking a situation for all it's worth. All the while neglecting the resources that have taken time to be away from their families to work here. Myself and the the three other men who volunteered.
The last time I drafted an article of this nature, the customer, unbeknownst to me, was reading what I was writing. Unfortunately, they did not agree with my assessment of the situation, got all huffy and for all intents an purposes censored me. I was asked to take the blog that I was posting my poison pen mail to, down and remove any and all posts that would cast a dark shadow over our current customer. I will not get into that again.
Suffice it to say that the situation has caused my usually happy go lucky demeanour to become slightly more acerbic. I would like to say that those who know me, see me as a glass half-full person. Here though, in this reality, my glass is most definitely always half-empty. I keep asking the waiter to fill it, he says "Yes sir, I'll be right back with that", but he never returns and my glass stays half-empty.
That, along with the 5 months of winter I have lived through, missing my family and with thoughts of feeling trapped in job I cannot get out of while making pretty good money, are making for a grouchy, angry somewhat lazy worker, Some qualities that will have to be adjusted before I return to work in the real world.
The final nail in the coffin is the sad realization that the stash I have been enjoying over the last 3 weeks is coming to an end. I am down to the last bowl of my Fisherman's Friend, which will be enjoyed as I watch my Canucks end a 40 year drought and win the Stanley Cup, on the same ice as our Canadian Olympic Men's Hockey Team did in the last Winter Olympics.
With the last few days remaining on this rotation my intention is to soldier on in my duties, few as they may be, until my final day of July 16, 2011. After that day I will have 6 months of not having to think about this project in any way shape or form. That will be someone else's job.
AHHHH, sweet release.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Real Wrath Of God Type Stuff
Check this out!! A picture taken of the eruption of the volcano in Chile. The blast is triggering the lightning. If I was one of the aboriginals of the area, I'd be sacrificing all the virgins of my village, right about now
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
A New Fad Diet
I wonder how many people are like me? Like me in this way...
When you get high, you get the munchies. As long as you don't succumb to the cravings, you're OK. As soon as you put something down your throat into your stomach, you come down like a hookers G-string!!
I ask this, because an acquaintance of mine does not react this way. According to him, he'll get the munchies, scarf down whatever he's craving and remain high?!?
I'd like some of that please?
For me, over the years, it has been an on going war over giving into my baser instincts, totally mowing down on whatever is front of me. Over showing restraint and passing on the gluttony to further enjoy the trip.
This got me to thinking...maybe I can start a new fad diet!? We'll call it the "Weed Diet, not only for the overweight, it's for the weak willed too!" (cue '50's style finger plucking violin music)
"If you're like me, weak willed and overweight, the Weed Diet will change your life. The secret is in the weed. After you smoke some, you will get a craving for junk food, don't give into that craving and eventually you'll lose weight. If you give into the screaming munchies you'll get fat, but who cares.....you'll be high! no weed is supplied by this distributor, all police action as a result of the downward spin into the drug culture are at the users own peril. Side affects that may occur include red eyes, forgetfulness and paranoia."
It's worked wonders for me!!
When you get high, you get the munchies. As long as you don't succumb to the cravings, you're OK. As soon as you put something down your throat into your stomach, you come down like a hookers G-string!!
I ask this, because an acquaintance of mine does not react this way. According to him, he'll get the munchies, scarf down whatever he's craving and remain high?!?
I'd like some of that please?
For me, over the years, it has been an on going war over giving into my baser instincts, totally mowing down on whatever is front of me. Over showing restraint and passing on the gluttony to further enjoy the trip.
This got me to thinking...maybe I can start a new fad diet!? We'll call it the "Weed Diet, not only for the overweight, it's for the weak willed too!" (cue '50's style finger plucking violin music)
"If you're like me, weak willed and overweight, the Weed Diet will change your life. The secret is in the weed. After you smoke some, you will get a craving for junk food, don't give into that craving and eventually you'll lose weight. If you give into the screaming munchies you'll get fat, but who cares.....you'll be high! no weed is supplied by this distributor, all police action as a result of the downward spin into the drug culture are at the users own peril. Side affects that may occur include red eyes, forgetfulness and paranoia."
It's worked wonders for me!!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
A good walk surrounded by bad golf
I play golf ... a lot of golf its one of my true passions. I also enjoy smoking great bong fodder, I have a buddy who's a greens keeper at a course I play at and its because of weed we met. I play early early in the a.m. and he works early as you'd expect. I came up on him early one morning while he was mid exhale and damn near gave him heart failure. I laughed and pressed on. We started nodding back and forth as time went on we'd chuckle back and forth over the private joke.
As time has gone on we've become close golf buddies too, he has a degree in horticulture and runs a bedding plant, tree and cooking herb business at his home and works for the golf club in the summer. He also grows extremely high end weed, true connoisseur one hit lay you out speaking in tongues weed which he sells me dirt dirt cheap. Despite smoking weed for over 35 years he's taught me more about weed then I thought there was to know. Yesterday he taught something else ... weed and golf don't mix, at least not if your intent is to play well
He has a harvest of a strain known as AK-47 right now the morning started out raining a bit (6:30), most of our regular foresome stayed home but we were there and figured wtf. So coffees in hand we headed out. Three holes into things it wasn't raining but wasn't all that warm either so he pulled out a joint he planned to share later and we got to it. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard and played so bad. Two hits into things I was amazed, jesus christ was this weed great.
I've been playing golf longer then I've been smoking weed and if you'd seen the pair of us you'd have sworn we'd never played the game. It was like beating a snake with a stick. Its a good thing the others in our foursome don't smoke because I couldn't play golf that way.
Love to play golf, love to smoke weed but the two should not cross paths at the same time it requires far more concentration and action then I was up for.
As time has gone on we've become close golf buddies too, he has a degree in horticulture and runs a bedding plant, tree and cooking herb business at his home and works for the golf club in the summer. He also grows extremely high end weed, true connoisseur one hit lay you out speaking in tongues weed which he sells me dirt dirt cheap. Despite smoking weed for over 35 years he's taught me more about weed then I thought there was to know. Yesterday he taught something else ... weed and golf don't mix, at least not if your intent is to play well
He has a harvest of a strain known as AK-47 right now the morning started out raining a bit (6:30), most of our regular foresome stayed home but we were there and figured wtf. So coffees in hand we headed out. Three holes into things it wasn't raining but wasn't all that warm either so he pulled out a joint he planned to share later and we got to it. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard and played so bad. Two hits into things I was amazed, jesus christ was this weed great.
I've been playing golf longer then I've been smoking weed and if you'd seen the pair of us you'd have sworn we'd never played the game. It was like beating a snake with a stick. Its a good thing the others in our foursome don't smoke because I couldn't play golf that way.
Love to play golf, love to smoke weed but the two should not cross paths at the same time it requires far more concentration and action then I was up for.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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