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Well fuck...
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"Little Did He Know..."

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I watched Stranger Than Fiction tonight, and I thought it was great. I really enjoyed it. It's an old kind of story, put together in a completely new way. It's just a different movie, with the odd joke, and a unique plot. If you're wanting to watch a movie, go check this one out.


PS: I think the Baker is ridiculously attractive.


That is all...

May Long 2007 - Point Form

• Got off work at 3:30 then had a drink at the shop after
  
• Filled up the Jeep, got ice, beer, and McDonald's then took off
• Pulled into Shaunavon at around 7, and did my Main Street lap
  
• Went to Rebecca's then went to Jiggers for the night
  
• Chilled with Scott, Jenna, Nick, Rebecca, Tyson, Aaron, and their girlfriends
• Left early then went to bed
• Woke up late
• Didn't do anything all day
• Had a fire and went hot tubbing that night
• Decided to have an internal conflict with myself, then went to bed pissy
• Woke up late
• Hung out all day
• Went to Kruse-Dahl's with Jeremy that night and had some drinks
  
• Went for a drive
• Picked up Adam and Becky. Scared them in the Jeep (HAHA)
• Decided it was a good idea to go to Simmie at around 10:00
• Gassed up the Jeep, got "Breakfast" and headed out
  
• Got there and hung out with everyone
• Hydrated often and frequently throughout the night
• Listened to Patio Lanterns
• Everyone decided it'd be cool to randomly leave... So I walked.
• Went to the Jeep shortly after - Got in a sleeping bag - Passed out
• Jeremy & I woke up at 9 - Rolled over then rolled out.
• Got to town - Showered up - Ate, then hit the road at 1:00
• Rolled into LB at around 5:00
• Boring, monotonous life continues here in Lethbridge...
• End
  

"Song of the Day"

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The Starting Line - Island

MySpace Link
Lyrics

Genius song for all you couples out there ;)
It's a nice change of pace of angry music, and songs about breaking up and failed relationships...
I really like it. Happier times...

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Quote of the Day

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"It's like Africa weather up here. No! It's easily 10 degrees hotter than Africa up here... I think I'm dying"

HAHA. I almost fell off my ladder after hearing that.

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Winnebago Man

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Ok, this is by no means a new video or anything, but dammit it's funny. I hadn't seen it in some time until tonight, and I was killing myself laughing. Like, holding my gut, laughing so hard you couldn't hear it, and it hurt after. He's just gets so worked up... HAHA! I love the part with the flies, and the last minute or so...

**Caution: The following may contain language some viewers may find offensive. View discretion is advised**

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" Take time to contemplate who you are and where you want to go."

- Waiting by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

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Rim Tape

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Back in December I bought some rim tape off eBay for my bike. Since it is rather cold in December I couldn't put them on when I got them, and had to wait till it warmed up a bit so they would adhere properly. Then when it got warm, I got busy and didn't have time to put them on.

Since I can't really do much with my arm the way it is, I thought I'd tackle this project today. They aren't physically difficult to install, just time consuming. There was a total of 20 strips on 2 sheets, which gave me 4 extra if I screwed up.

So I started by cleaning the lip of the rim extremely well. Rims get terribly dirty with dirt, dust, and street grim, and they aren't fun to clean. I used WD-40 to cut the grease, then washed all the WD-40 off (as it actually attracts dirt to it) with some de-greaser, then just used some Windex and water to finish it off. At that point they were as clean as they were going to be.

After the cleaning, I started putting the tape on. It went pretty slow at first, but after the first few, I got the hang of it. It took about an hour to get all 16 strips on the rims, and I only had to re-do 1 one of those 16 strips!

Here is the finished product!


I'm very pleased with the turn out. I think it looks great. Best Rim Job ever!

;)

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Listen To...

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Anberlin - Dismantle. Repair.



It's all in the lyrics...

Social Engineering At It's Best!

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New replacement Logitech Z-5300e's for Chris. Bill footed completely by Logitech of course!

Oh Bad Day

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Damn... I had a crappy day today. First of all, I slept like crap... Just one of those nights were you lay there all night thinking about stuff, and don't get any sleep, or any good sleep anyway. So I was pretty dead when I rolled out of bed at 5:45 (Which is never a good time or anything...well...almost anything) Then when I left the house, I see that it is pouring rain outside. It was cold, wet and miserable. It set the tone for the rest of the day.

Luckily, we were working on finishing jobs today, so we were inside a warm house. But that didn't change the fact that I didn't want to be there. However, the day went on... Blah.

NOW, for the really crappy parts...

I got the shitty job of installing all the lighting fixtures for the day, which isn't fun to begin with, but I had to install them on 14 ft. ceilings! They were heavy, I was on the very top of the ladder, and I'm totally new to installing them, and I wasn't very confident doing it. So while doing this, my arm starts hurting. Badly. I had injured it awhile bad...hitting some guy...HAHA, but never did anything about it. Then yesterday I torqued it really hard in the wrong way and fucked it good. I could barely lift my drill for the rest of the day, and the only way I was working today with with a half a bottom of Advil in me... But whatever. I just toughed it out for the rest of the day.

Crappy part #2:

It was the end of the day, everyone was packing up, and we were heading out the door, when I see someone installed a bathroom switch upside down. I doubled checked with my crew chief, and he gave me the OK to fix it up. Easy fix. Unscrew it, flip it, screw it back up. Done. Right? For the most part yes, but not when you forget that the job it done, and all the circuits are hot again... The plug wasn't grounded, because I was flipping everything around, the 'hot' wire was still installed... I was grounded. Do the math... Right as I was flipping, I grounded out, and got a nice 120 V straight through me... HAHA. It's funny in hindsight...but it scared the shit out of me at the time, and it zapped me pretty good! A long enough zap to flip the whole circuit. I wasn't impressed. My whole arm was dead, and I was pissed off. My other arm was killing me, and I just wanted to get home.

Now, back to my arm. By 5:30 it was really killing... Rebecca advised me that I should maybe get it looked at last night...Haha. And after telling my Mom about it, I decided to cash that advice in. I headed to the doctor and got it looked at. He noticed my nicely swollen forearm right away. He jabbed it, squeezed it, then tells me my trouble. I've ripped almost all my ligaments off my bone in my forearm... WTF...

He was actually quite shocked that I've been able to work 2 full days with it like that. (Which made me feel tough. HAHA) Then we tells me the only way to fix it is to completely stop using it for a week or so. Which just can't happen now that I'm working. So then we wants me to go on Workers Comp... But I don't know how well that will go over with Neu Lite as I have only been working for 4 days now... So I'm not too sure what I'm going to do... All I know is that it hurts.

I'm just gonna go shower then head to bed and get this day over with...

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Breath - Smell - Remember

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Something weird happened to me today...

Today I started my new job at Neu-Lite Electric, so I needed to get my work clothes from the summer from a suitcase in my closet. I found it, and opened it up. Grabbed what I needed, then went on my way. I had chocolate chip Eggo waffles cooking upstairs, and I was listening to music, Billy Talent's Surrender to be more specific... Nothing too out of the ordinary. But as I was putting on my bunny-hug, I breathed in and caught a whiff of it. Caught in my bunny-hug was the scent of my Shaunavon apartment, and the laundry detergent I used while I lived there... That scent, combined with the smell of my waffles upstairs, and the sound of music playing, automatically brought me back about 6 months. In my head, I was actually standing in my apartment, getting ready for work at GW, making breakfast, and pumping Billy Talent. It was so surreal. I actually had to talk myself out of the fact that that was not true, though I didn't want it to be all in my head.

I was so content with myself in those few seconds... I was happy. Everything was perfect, and I loved it. I had no problems with in my life. I had friends, a girlfriend, I was working, and I was having fun being young, not worrying about my future. Pretty much everything my life isn't anymore.

I knew it wasn't real...but I wanted it to be, and I didn't want to leave that moment.

I would give anything to go back and live in those few seconds....

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Classes = Done

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w00t w00t! About damn time too...

Woke up today at 12, rolled out of bed, stayed in my beater, put a pair of jeans on from off the floor, put on a hat, and drove to the college. Got close enough to connect to wireless, submitted my AutoCAD final Project (Which I will post about later) from the parking lot, and I was done! I have officially finished my first year of post-secondary classes!

Now I have 4 consecutive days of finals and she'll be all wrapped up!


PS: Happy 4/20 to all you stoners out there! :)

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Venting Needed

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Ok so, I'm quite frustrated right now... Not at anyone or anything, but at my bike! This is something that rarely arises, seeing how I love my motorcycle...but Fuck...

So I got a set of Watsen Design flush mount turning signals for the RR from my Dad for Christmas. Now these are THEE flush mounts to get (At least in my books anyway). They are CNC machined aluminum, with super bright LEDs, and they are sexy as shit. So I was pumped when I got a set for my bike, because if you have ever seen the stock Honda signals that are on it now, you'll know what I'm talking about...

Seeing how I got them back in December, I've been patiently waiting to get these suckers installed, but I didn't want to piss around in a freezing cold garage for a few hours putting them in, so I waited until the weather got a little nicer. And about a month ago, it did just that.

So my Dad and I started the process of taking the mid and lower fairings off my bike so we could install the signals. (CBR's are notorious for being a bitch to disassemble) And from what I gathered on SSB and other bike sites was that to install Watsens on a RR, you just had to take the lower and mid fairings off the bike, and you'll gain access to the stock lights...

That statement could not be more wrong! First of all, just getting to that step took about an hour in itself, but when we actually got them off, we saw that there was no way just taking the fairing off was going to let us install the lights.

So whatever, we think that we'll just take some more shit off...and more shit, and a little more. Soon we found that the only plastic securely left on the bike was the front fairing... We got to a point where we didn't know where to go next. So we said 'fuck it' and put everything back together.

At this point I was disappointed, because I wanted the lights on the bike, but whatever. I was going to do a little research on the topic, talk to some guys, get it figured out and take another swing at it.

I went down to Lethbridge Honda to see if any of the guys had anything to say on the topic. They did! Great! I go back home, and do what the douche tells me. He couldn't be more wrong. I mean, I trusted his word. He works with these everyday. But when I started doing what he said it was clear that that wasn't going to work at all. So I went back a few days later and talked to the service guys (these guys had to know their shit) Not so much... They came and looked at the bike, then gave me some suggestions, then ended it with "Yeah...the '06 is a bitch..." Although he did give me a few tips on where to go next so whatever. I head home with the info and a plan of action.

I had one morning class, then the rest of the day off. I should have been doing homework, but decided to work on the bike. I swiftly got the mid and lower fairings off (I've taken them off 4 or 5 times by now, so I'm pro) Then I start on the tank cover... couldn't get it. I booted up my laptop, pulled up 600rr.net, got the help I needed, and got the tank cover licked. Next was "Gary's" fine words of advice of taking the ram air covers off. (I realize that probably no one knows what that, or anything else I've mentioned thus far is...just go with it).

These covers seem to be the key to getting to the stock lights, so I am bound and determined to get them off, but they have other plans. They are happy where they are. They don't want to be taken off, and I don't have a clue how to take them off. So back to 600RR.net. I find what I need. "Just push down a little...then pull back." HA...Ha...easier said then down. After a lot of pulling, pushing, and swearing like a sailor, I get one off! YES!...Oh wait...no...FUCK! (This is where I want to cry) I see where I need to get...I just have a SHIT LOAD of other stuff that's in the way!

In the way is the bikes ram air intake system! :) Fun! I get to mess with shit that will actually affect the way the bike runs... I'm not happy at this point. I very hesitantly begin to disassemble the duct work... I soon realize I'm way over my head. Just to get to the lights, I am going to need to completely unhook the air box from the duct work, REMOVE the air intakes and some other shit I don't even know what it is...

I'm so pissed at that moment. I'm just standing there, with my bike is about... 50 pieces, not knowing what to do . I fuck around a little more with it...and get no where. So I give up. I quit. I put everything back together (In a very pissed off manner) and go back in the house...and stew in my anger. And that's where we are at now.

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. I clearly am not going to be able to do it myself. My options, are to take it to the idiots at Honda, and have them do it, and get charged with 80 bucks an hour, recruit someone with a knowledge base about this, and have them give me a hand ( I know no one in Lethbridge that knows anything about bikes...), or fuck the Watsens all together, sell them on eBay, and get my 200 bucks back.

End Rant. Thanks.

Suggestions Welcome...

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Penny Arcade

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If you don't know what Penny Arcade is, you should check it out. It's hilarious. Sometimes it gets pretty nerdy, and over your head, but some of the stuff they come up with is genius!

Todays strip cracked me up pretty good in class. Have a look...

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My Weekend In A Nutshell

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- Friday after class I rode around Lethbridge and took pictures

- Washed the Jeep and the RR when I got home

- Later that night I went to Tobishan and J-Brown's and got pretty pissed...

- Sheridan was there too. It was wicked, and we both got floor licking drunk!

- Crashed in "The Spider Room" that night

- Woke up at noon, then took off

- Rode for most of Saturday

- Went to Ice that night with Breanne, Tyson, & Tara+the UofL Dance Team

- Slept 'till 1 on Sunday

- Pissed the day away watching TV, working on my bike, and eating...

- Homeworked it from 10:00 until now.

- Watched Diggnation Episode 93

- Went to bed

Verdict: Good

Goodnight All

Cat Killing?

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Not literally of course... I came across this article on Digg today. I thought it was nicely put together. Good for a laugh anyway...

By now I'm sure you're familiar with the age-old adage, "Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten." When my doctor said this to me the other day, it made me think: can the statement really be true? Although the idiom implies a causal link, let's take it at face value and assume that it is merely observing a correlation between the kitten mortality rate and the masturbation rate. Does such a correlation exist?

Approximately 70,000 dogs and cats are born in the U.S. each day, or 25,567,500 each year. Of these, roughly 54%, or 13,806,450, are cats. Since 34.5% of cats don't live to see their first birthday, we can assume that about 4,763,225 kittens die each year in the United States alone. We'll take for granted that God in His divine Wisdom purposely smote each of these kittens.

Let's assume that the idiom is talking only about male masturbation. Let's further assume, highly conservatively, that males do not start masturbating until they reach age 15. Of the total U.S. male population, 107,199,356 would then be masturbation-age males. Again, let's conservatively estimate that teenagers masturbate no more frequently than adults, and that all men masturbate an average of 20 times each month or 240 times per year. This means that each man in the United States masturbates approximately every 1.5 days. It also means that there are approximately 25,727,845,440 male masturbation sessions in the United States each year.

There are nearly 26 billion male masturbation sessions in the U.S., yet there are fewer than five million kitten deaths annually. Far from a one-to-one correlation, there are 5401.5 masturbation sessions for every single kitten death. This means that the average American man can masturbate regularly for 22.5 years before he is responsible for the death of a single kitten. Indeed, with a life expectancy of less than 75 years, the average man will be responsible for only two or three kitten deaths in a lifetime of vigorous masturbation.

HAHA. I know I'LL sleep better tonight with that burden off my chest. Come on! I know you do it, and so does everyone else! Don't judge me!

Motorcycle Day

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Just re-living that momentous day...