I got a 69.4% on the final project.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
looky
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
you-know-who
Hey,
To everyone I saw recently: it was great to see you all, I miss you. Shit's happening here that's kind of draining my mind so it's nice to be able to think back to good times with familiar faces, however brief, and feel a little less bleak about everything. This is not a cry for help and I will probably cringe with embarassment when I reread it in a couple of days.
Anyhoo. We'll be seeing some of you here soon...
Toodles!
To everyone I saw recently: it was great to see you all, I miss you. Shit's happening here that's kind of draining my mind so it's nice to be able to think back to good times with familiar faces, however brief, and feel a little less bleak about everything. This is not a cry for help and I will probably cringe with embarassment when I reread it in a couple of days.
Anyhoo. We'll be seeing some of you here soon...
Toodles!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sunday, December 23, 2007
moment of the week
Hmmm...what's up with that last post? Is the poster referring to him/herself? Shit. That is heavy if he/she is. I should find out for sure.
Well, the Moment of the Week seems inconsequential now, but I'll relay it anyway:
**R*Y: So, are we spending the holidays together?
ME: No.
Later in the evening:
**R*Y: You have the attention span of a hot-cross bun.
ME: What?
Well, the Moment of the Week seems inconsequential now, but I'll relay it anyway:
**R*Y: So, are we spending the holidays together?
ME: No.
Later in the evening:
**R*Y: You have the attention span of a hot-cross bun.
ME: What?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
PRIVATE EARTHQUAKE
This artist from Vancouver, a photographer, goes for his second visit to the oncologist, after having a CT Scan taken of his chest following bouts of pain and shortness of breath.
The doctor holds the x-ray up to the lightbox, pointing with his little finger at the black cloudy spots over the left lung.
The artist, fearing the worst, expresses relief in the form of slumping shoulders. The doctor is mystified.
"Son, you realize this black mark represents cancer do you not?"
"Well, I see where you're coming from, but now that I've seen it up here on the lightbox, I realize just how easy it will be to erase it with Photoshop."
Thursday, December 20, 2007
TORONTO
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
oh shit
Oh man,
I hope you, my loyal reader, will move with me to blogspot...sorry. Livejournal IS ugly and only one of my favourite blogs is on LJ whereas 3 are here on blogspot!
It's a cold grey day today. I wish there was a small man that would bring around a cart of mulled cider through the neighbourhood every morning.
I hope you, my loyal reader, will move with me to blogspot...sorry. Livejournal IS ugly and only one of my favourite blogs is on LJ whereas 3 are here on blogspot!
It's a cold grey day today. I wish there was a small man that would bring around a cart of mulled cider through the neighbourhood every morning.
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