tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284474812024-03-07T19:28:46.703-04:00Technobos!It's a technobo world! Full of dumpster divin', food bank eatin', technobo trash.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-73339208932978417012012-01-19T01:04:00.001-04:002012-01-19T01:21:28.403-04:00SOPA? I think not.Y'all should be concerned about this kind of stuff:<br />
<a href="http://sopablackout.org/">SOPA Blackout</a><br />
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This website participated in the January 18th, 2012 SOPA Blackout to raise awareness.<br />
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Also, I promise I will start updating this site on a more regular basis.<br />
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No, really. I promise.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-62446670405990074362010-04-09T20:46:00.007-03:002010-04-09T20:54:12.177-03:00Shopping Cart Art!<div>For those of us with spare shopping carts laying around the yard. there's always a few uses for them. Re-sell them back to the stores they came from, build a rabbit cage or make some funky new age art projects like this :</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1QBm1371mAQeeEh4OomNeo05q0bGYnQcKtMrYHYDKAVuai3tvDBVKHGVPiPt62MmZOl5JlqQRYpfaAAa9_fzATRv_5TsnDKhuLNKqSCfBVQCUDar_cixPnt9lts64MVQNmsjAw/s1600/shoppingcartkingfisher.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1QBm1371mAQeeEh4OomNeo05q0bGYnQcKtMrYHYDKAVuai3tvDBVKHGVPiPt62MmZOl5JlqQRYpfaAAa9_fzATRv_5TsnDKhuLNKqSCfBVQCUDar_cixPnt9lts64MVQNmsjAw/s320/shoppingcartkingfisher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458289071350188146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Or this :</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3dExxPm_-srloOotElmIfJY4s5IfTcd6fJlHPsECNnE9uyywgQbNKsP5lTLnOvsOkQRBXmjmMlwwWFbppLxkplIkuFD1nJeckIrGsKFO858vX3nl5fuOjavnRRilKpehM7Nw9w/s1600/shoppingcartlobster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3dExxPm_-srloOotElmIfJY4s5IfTcd6fJlHPsECNnE9uyywgQbNKsP5lTLnOvsOkQRBXmjmMlwwWFbppLxkplIkuFD1nJeckIrGsKFO858vX3nl5fuOjavnRRilKpehM7Nw9w/s320/shoppingcartlobster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458289234833388562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Or some not-so comfy chairs :</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-QvGtiY-9dXy1vm71RHNsygLjwJORxygrCzTRHFyhgPjA7Sc9Z9SEHeEyAcuyhmleUQjJWdmGTfhyU9Uj2Gjmvc9qEubE86Cmki7EF9QcF9AX-1DFT6DkqvP9QtiQx9ES35-Uw/s1600/shoppingcartchair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-QvGtiY-9dXy1vm71RHNsygLjwJORxygrCzTRHFyhgPjA7Sc9Z9SEHeEyAcuyhmleUQjJWdmGTfhyU9Uj2Gjmvc9qEubE86Cmki7EF9QcF9AX-1DFT6DkqvP9QtiQx9ES35-Uw/s320/shoppingcartchair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458290086798958050" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Just an idea, y'know.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-59632258180893184792010-01-11T16:17:00.005-04:002010-01-12T08:52:24.546-04:00Letter for the criminally insane*CENSORED*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-21451850834599548202008-11-13T14:24:00.042-04:002008-11-13T16:56:09.088-04:00Matt's Chunky Soup Adventure!So, as you may have read previously, I have made mention to a can of Chunky soup that's been sitting in the elements for quite a while ( 6 months maybe? ) .<br />My theory, and the reasoning behind the following experiment, is that canned goods are canned goods, no matter what external elements are involved ( provided the seal isn't broken, which it wasn't. If it had been, the deal would have been off )<br />I also want to note that I didn't do this out of desperation, or anything of the sort. It was done simply to prove a point. Now that that is out of the way, on to the experiment. ( Conducted in the evening of November the 10th, in case you're curious )<br /><center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-bh30fHG1OEQQdezcQcVk5nFeUzUjCeHUEWdO2qUbxbKEKhPV3r3uoYrmXQ0FIUVlNi6QVMAXrcZCr2wMF1Mzp95ZH3BX4Dxn0dsmRxF9innArqvt3iYCeit2xQH7cNxE_R7MA/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-bh30fHG1OEQQdezcQcVk5nFeUzUjCeHUEWdO2qUbxbKEKhPV3r3uoYrmXQ0FIUVlNi6QVMAXrcZCr2wMF1Mzp95ZH3BX4Dxn0dsmRxF9innArqvt3iYCeit2xQH7cNxE_R7MA/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268217328558299586" border="0" /></a>Dented, Discolored, Rusty<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUG1wLP6kBecqnmIx5zUWbef3qGOrhccNRfZZNSXMT5_ww0K6RZFi6RJxyMn47kwIVD8QUETuLd90kYu3ds6E6h5i10WMiwMSV_D6M6gddnE6ouB3bRQSCM2YxWT_3Uz_FM0UOg/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUG1wLP6kBecqnmIx5zUWbef3qGOrhccNRfZZNSXMT5_ww0K6RZFi6RJxyMn47kwIVD8QUETuLd90kYu3ds6E6h5i10WMiwMSV_D6M6gddnE6ouB3bRQSCM2YxWT_3Uz_FM0UOg/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268217941150388082" border="0" /></a>Ain't that dent pretty?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBoaUHcmIZOK5o2iRolYbVkSJRVHJuXlr9AToY2dxjOAGFklQTf3BQQnpIWe1Rwf_3oCLSjMVO_9-0F_zAe0AU1qtNq4_MbxsZ6ERLaPhQ2I6cqQm1Fbb35-7vSfaqBT9BpjDcw/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBoaUHcmIZOK5o2iRolYbVkSJRVHJuXlr9AToY2dxjOAGFklQTf3BQQnpIWe1Rwf_3oCLSjMVO_9-0F_zAe0AU1qtNq4_MbxsZ6ERLaPhQ2I6cqQm1Fbb35-7vSfaqBT9BpjDcw/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268226295998354402" border="0" /></a>Not quite as discolored from this side<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJLtceLqpw5St4nmOAuVe-NkWkgGh2EhMgexyBQvan0WSSKWi08paeY8InPBB6flZmBxUyyAfQW_4DetZn3-C8JUvKkRwogtPvEDq4eBywtU_wO5PlpeBJx2wbkOdJo0ZgneYDA/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJLtceLqpw5St4nmOAuVe-NkWkgGh2EhMgexyBQvan0WSSKWi08paeY8InPBB6flZmBxUyyAfQW_4DetZn3-C8JUvKkRwogtPvEDq4eBywtU_wO5PlpeBJx2wbkOdJo0ZgneYDA/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268226519527456530" border="0" /></a>Only slightly demented, I swear<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18FNvGP7kcGOQbAKhAAKfj6uEke8cNyUpY97sjtBhJBlRBWqCl3lEroezUoKH-iusi1hhhSlERjJXTIPFWhXPeEggnWa58MNzKjcvHCsQUj-DjSEd1uRh-tyL_aGA-SHiBOcbhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18FNvGP7kcGOQbAKhAAKfj6uEke8cNyUpY97sjtBhJBlRBWqCl3lEroezUoKH-iusi1hhhSlERjJXTIPFWhXPeEggnWa58MNzKjcvHCsQUj-DjSEd1uRh-tyL_aGA-SHiBOcbhQ/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268234440240040002" border="0" /></a>Yup, still looks like stew. Chunky Stew at that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejEx-2i2fYmeu9SIOZ2ic9l_-rL3HfzUDvHhgsV4Q-_Dsj7rcMyScBbro7V4E1EtmI6RA303aQE6NUL8PNgDwGmi4mMpv9i0X4tvAT9pW7EpiiPlRZIh68hEukELe4ie9CQLzvw/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejEx-2i2fYmeu9SIOZ2ic9l_-rL3HfzUDvHhgsV4Q-_Dsj7rcMyScBbro7V4E1EtmI6RA303aQE6NUL8PNgDwGmi4mMpv9i0X4tvAT9pW7EpiiPlRZIh68hEukELe4ie9CQLzvw/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268234747271440914" border="0" /></a>Kitty go in the pot!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtE41Q1PVNZxqQF2VL_0iRSM91WqPK19ggFTjcegtqswbAYmvDdxSEiYJNuslO23wEioJOeGpbFRssEwFXY3VD1xyszQE-NyZqI9kg7dPe03uDApmV7AG4D7QPEl3WG3WnWCJNA/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtE41Q1PVNZxqQF2VL_0iRSM91WqPK19ggFTjcegtqswbAYmvDdxSEiYJNuslO23wEioJOeGpbFRssEwFXY3VD1xyszQE-NyZqI9kg7dPe03uDApmV7AG4D7QPEl3WG3WnWCJNA/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268235822525216466" border="0" /></a>Looking even more like Chunky Stew.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWY8BkV4ucL3HwEqovP8NtWympF05lW00uOmQ8brR72dGMBgdrPwVR4Mw2qPgwPb2UtHo7Crrp-ZgmbWMbCagXlOcvhRKXzbtXRpmP448f-qVNDsZSZlEqxbli0xt_6qt0ZeWzeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWY8BkV4ucL3HwEqovP8NtWympF05lW00uOmQ8brR72dGMBgdrPwVR4Mw2qPgwPb2UtHo7Crrp-ZgmbWMbCagXlOcvhRKXzbtXRpmP448f-qVNDsZSZlEqxbli0xt_6qt0ZeWzeQ/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268236098478756690" border="0" /></a>Even poured myself a glass to wash it down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCYRMxpzGKmFmneQn4H00qWB3e1OxuhXZJ2kLBLAzl8PVDzU2G-Q44IlmPXMwG6NHfen7HeJ-6d_XRj5XzdeJhEhC9nl9V-56pZl9-NaEPwjiBtjCmCatpDZ_ad3Q-Dk66sRs7w/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCYRMxpzGKmFmneQn4H00qWB3e1OxuhXZJ2kLBLAzl8PVDzU2G-Q44IlmPXMwG6NHfen7HeJ-6d_XRj5XzdeJhEhC9nl9V-56pZl9-NaEPwjiBtjCmCatpDZ_ad3Q-Dk66sRs7w/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268237110927197426" border="0" /></a>Still looking perfectly damned edible<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK1LhJTepd0o88YtR97Nvx1TQQgHjlSk_Kfpj3L0mddSAFnd2cKMsZxOqbYOTY8BT96BaiU8qHO5nSaOBHnsB2hilTHJSEtjzv-_DGMwuDP4uccurN66AgtiK6tLNy92lHF2-eA/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK1LhJTepd0o88YtR97Nvx1TQQgHjlSk_Kfpj3L0mddSAFnd2cKMsZxOqbYOTY8BT96BaiU8qHO5nSaOBHnsB2hilTHJSEtjzv-_DGMwuDP4uccurN66AgtiK6tLNy92lHF2-eA/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268237639840706738" border="0" /></a>NOM NOM NOM!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-4zy1vkplA-hDTLwfkaTxC1IfAFRMN4JZ-j7uYR9p2QMwv04nfqbw6SSyqqPAlSSiPqeRRQaZ1yJREj_a3nhf3c-XcVxzL8sKC7kxml6kSsWbhmJ6t2errHTpsLj1wwUkyoWMg/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-4zy1vkplA-hDTLwfkaTxC1IfAFRMN4JZ-j7uYR9p2QMwv04nfqbw6SSyqqPAlSSiPqeRRQaZ1yJREj_a3nhf3c-XcVxzL8sKC7kxml6kSsWbhmJ6t2errHTpsLj1wwUkyoWMg/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268238972917742338" border="0" /></a>The proof is in the pudding<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4XwyeqGzVYCWRFercyB7ZvqLTb3Hi25-sPC30u8tp0cCtegj-1zzODFySGavtpggZvR1IE4PJQcYENh_qMGZAk3cQIJnf8KWtNTZl4fHz3DXFYZWs_IesTdidJSFHN8L1wNQhA/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4XwyeqGzVYCWRFercyB7ZvqLTb3Hi25-sPC30u8tp0cCtegj-1zzODFySGavtpggZvR1IE4PJQcYENh_qMGZAk3cQIJnf8KWtNTZl4fHz3DXFYZWs_IesTdidJSFHN8L1wNQhA/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268239255741142610" border="0" /></a>Dessert. Yummy.<br /></center><br />So, in the end... it didn't kill me, I suffered no ill effects whatsoever. I have proven my point. Due to the preservatives involved, and provided the seal isn't broken, a can of food is simply a can of food.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-51668675521469721192008-09-11T11:04:00.006-03:002008-09-15T10:43:42.012-03:00Technobo rant...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo428BKIGD2Kl25OAjewLojArpumx2J92JVSxCgETbsSl2N9TG8ozN0BAVcB2taoCN6aSJASb3PNUdiEEcHE8QTlD0BdYi5XFkBwE0s5DOqMS2GaXEf9ZkxBOmNk8rqUMTYhLTeg/s1600-h/528989230_3ead9fad22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo428BKIGD2Kl25OAjewLojArpumx2J92JVSxCgETbsSl2N9TG8ozN0BAVcB2taoCN6aSJASb3PNUdiEEcHE8QTlD0BdYi5XFkBwE0s5DOqMS2GaXEf9ZkxBOmNk8rqUMTYhLTeg/s200/528989230_3ead9fad22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244894061354855506" border="0" /></a>*they've been doing endless construction between my place and where I work*<br /><br />I was biking down through the causeway this morning, and there were 3 choices. Attempt using the walking path on the far side of the road ( which, due to the construction, is dangerous enough that I wouldn't even attempt it on foot ) biking with ( or against traffic ) OR... heading down through the so-called construction zone ( where there were 2 trucks with Highfield employees sitting on the<br />tailgates having coffee... IE - no one was working )<br /><br />So, I took the logical choice, and zipped down through the construction zone, seeing as it made sense. Made it to the far side ( the lights down by the causeway shops ) where one of the Highfield boys caught up to me in his car and flagged me to pull over. He then told me that they couldn't have people going through the construction zone because they can't have someone get hurt. I was nice... nodded and agreed and went on my way, because I know that he's just doing his job. But seriously...the least chance I have of getting hurt ( and I've learned from experience ) is heading through the so-called construction zone. Simply because there ain't no one doing jack.<br />So my option from this point on is to cross my fingers and hope a car doesn't decide to maul me while I'm playing in traffic. Sounds brilliant, ya fucking tools.<br /><br />So that's my happy story for today. Soon to come > a can of Chunky soup that's been sitting outside for 6+ months.<br /><br />Matt "Technobo" Turner.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-5478306149634629372008-04-11T18:53:00.001-03:002008-04-11T18:57:21.460-03:00"Give like Santa, save like Scrooge"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbv5Vs0giu6-QD9pjW4YDGU6RfXV9JFFRIoZ7_dQiHtfg6C1RP4xCdMh2_UJxz_wDyyLY89v-XWlNTk4n84fDnmiPZI5HAW33vqGE5lMenFAIhtrUVg_nJaGeO1-NArCTDq90daA/s1600-h/CanadianTire_188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbv5Vs0giu6-QD9pjW4YDGU6RfXV9JFFRIoZ7_dQiHtfg6C1RP4xCdMh2_UJxz_wDyyLY89v-XWlNTk4n84fDnmiPZI5HAW33vqGE5lMenFAIhtrUVg_nJaGeO1-NArCTDq90daA/s320/CanadianTire_188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188109579449783090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"And now, a word from our nameless, faceless technobo accomplice."</span><br /><br /><br />Fucking public washrooms. My way of getting back at society is going into a public washrooms and pissing all over the seats and the top of the tank and anywhere else I can get away with. I also often piss on the toilet paper as well. If it is one of those public washrooms where you can lock the door and have private access to the sink I oftin piss all over the sink and the tap handles. I WANT TO TAKE A SHIT IN A URINAL SOME DAY AND JUST LEAVE IT THERE. FUCK YOU PUBLIC!<br /><br />Yesterday I took one of my Mastercraft brand screwdrivers into Canadian Tire. The bit at the end had sheered off when when I was using it to force a rusted, seized machine screw out of my little truck. The reason why I have spent a little more on my hand tools and bought Mastercraft and/or Craftsman (Sears) brand is because they'll replace them if they break over the lifetime of the tool. Sounds simple, right?<br /><br />I walked over the the customer service desk and stood around for about 7 or 8 minutes before being greeted by a "mousy" lady of below average stature. She was the type of person whom just by looking at them you can tell they are defective in some way. From the first nanosecond I saw her, I somehow knew there was no way I was walking out of there with a replacement screw driver...<br /><br />I showed her my screwdriver with the snapped off bit at the end and requested my replacement. She took the driver from me and started examining it. I saw her mentally noting the fact the shaft wasn't completely straight and slightly bent. Then then ran her fingers over some gouges and heavy scratches in the plastic handle and handed the driver back to me. She told me I would not be getting a replacement driver at no charge because their lifetime breakage warranty does not cover cases where tools break while being abused or in an application which isn't their intended function. I asked to clarify about how this applies to me. She told me the bit at the end obviously broke off while I was using the screwdriver to pry against something, bending the shaft and snapping the bit at the end off. I assured her that the shaft had been bent for years. I wasn't getting anywhere.... I argued and explained that tools are made to be used as tools and not treated like they are your grandmother's fine china. I assured her I had not "abused" this screwdriver or used it for any purpose other then the insertion and removal of #2 torx machine screws. I left out the bit about once using it and a bent up coat hanger to abort a fetuses when I was running that back ally abortion clinic but thats another story for another day.<br /><br />She was being very clear about me not getting a replacement. I asked for the manager, apparently she WAS the manager on duty at the time. I started to get angry and use profanity. She then started lecturing me about using such offensive language when I interrupted her. "Where is your washroom?"<br />She paused and told me.<br /><br />So I went into the washroom, locked the door and took a giant dump in the middle of the floor. I then stuck the screwdriver in it and left. FUCK YOU CANADIAN TIRE!<br /><br />So what did you guys do on Wednesday?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-80319959027671742902008-02-07T03:06:00.000-04:002008-02-07T03:09:16.612-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQBdj9mStvnlKgG2MnwXHp6e4nbvKLwfwD1FyFYZA2ggkS2NX0vupeLXAu_D4X09w7SM6a4kdluEmWf9LfSP-RlHmuSScbdKSduxctsDWfl07cyQF-227AdWucE0i7V16S2N1aQ/s1600-h/toilet+snorkel.GIF"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQBdj9mStvnlKgG2MnwXHp6e4nbvKLwfwD1FyFYZA2ggkS2NX0vupeLXAu_D4X09w7SM6a4kdluEmWf9LfSP-RlHmuSScbdKSduxctsDWfl07cyQF-227AdWucE0i7V16S2N1aQ/s320/toilet+snorkel.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164131393473376626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"From everyone's favorite crasy hobo, here's more 'Words to shout at a giant number 3'."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I have been thinking of this since I had a strange bathroom experiance the other day. While strange bathroom experiences in public washrooms aren't at all uncommon this one stood out. The person in the stall next to me was sitting on the can backwards, his feet facing the toilet tank... I suspect he was doing drugs off the toilet tank because thats the only reason I can think of why you would sit on the shitter this way. Seeing my stall neighbor sitting on the can backwards sparked some interesting thoughts about odd bathroom behavior:<br /><br />When toilet training is done, it is usually done by the parent of the same sex as the child. Fathers will teach little boys to use the toilet and mothers will teach little girls. Since our society dictates urination and more so deification to be private affairs. If this training is done improperly, it will not go uncorrected and continue for a lifetime more or less unnoticed and without intervention by others. These people not be corrected but they will spread their "bathroom incompetence " to the next generation if they are of the same sex as the offspring.<br /><br />A 35 year old man, lets call him Larry; takes a shit on the toilet by sitting on the can backwards, facing the toilet tank. He does this because this is how his father taught him when toilet training him 34 years ago. Since deification is a private affair, no one else has seen Larry doing this. Since this odd way of taking a shit has never been seen or corrected by others, Larry thinks its completely normal. Larry later teaches his 1 year old to use the toilet and shows him how to take a shit the same way. He continues to defecate this way for the rest of his life. His son, also does this for the rest of his life and teaches his little boy the same. Its rather cyclic. The only thing that would stop the cycle is if the off spring of one of the sons turned out to be female. In this case the mother would show the child how to use the toilet properly, or improperly because perhaps she also has had improper training.<br /><br />This thought always comes to mind when ever I whiteness strange public bathroom behavior. With regards to our friend Tim Foster; Perhaps his dad taught him to complete all the odd routines before he could urinate or defecate. When we see/hear odd things in public washrooms form others, perhaps these things are completely normal to those people. I think this should be explored further. I propose, when we whiteness odd public washroom behavior, these people should be interviewed on the spot in the washroom when they come out of the stall and their responses recorded. Also, they should have their skulls measured, to see if we can find a correlation between odd bathroom behavior and bad genetics. Do you think we could get UPEI to sponsor a study on this subject?</span><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-59945838840507734692007-12-03T19:12:00.001-04:002007-12-03T19:28:18.479-04:00Borked!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbhsOKW5X3UzS2RxYHW_xzWc_3xeSkAgLZLHZr4zRcqA9jXYQ1Lg9N30zwbWdR5JaIXE3kHuPY3KRwGE0VHiltdxlCAsDEHEt1lZdn-Y8gsPLrDOcqc0lHw4eu5LkW3_TZV0hUg/s1600-r/shopping-cart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1X86yMuBb6bPXu5zHTHoUsbAPj9O-4ApSVFpMuhb9p-3V_5D-_0PlxNioH1lBmETFr8OIft2INASZIsMU-6n08Ya7A-nPOLaGvGoPyP7JDJZsh_y1iBYLn3wqsY0dY-mw1bmXQ/s320/shopping-cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139891848715183570" border="0" /></a><br />Yup. Something like that.<br /><br />Some days you wake up. And then you realize you're still a technobo.<br />The massive bowel pains from god knows what that you ate the previous night are there as a simple confirmation of the fact.<br /><br />But wait, there's a silver lining in this cloud. Or a warm underbelly in the mold. However you want to think of it... it's still there.<br /><br />You are prepared for the shitslide.<br />When the shithawk flies down to pluck you off of the shitrope, you're ready.<br />Ready to cross whatever lines need to be crossed. Except the supermarket lines.<br />Scary things when people fight for fresh food. Where we come from, people fight for week old leftovers. To the death, even.<br /><br />And, in case you were wondering, shopping carts aren't nearly as waterproof as you may think.<br />Neither is cardboard.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEQk3wNtYRFLC8YEl_NQPtxwzWQdMlR83lTeSYCraJwGyamWlxwkezjbnWR583QfVsyLRDNUCOQujIewrgxx9qRHxoW0WMNkjQX7mLGdGSwQktstdA7EU8gqIGM-dn1tXqCHbzQ/s1600-r/backsoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbL9DKKJX4IljlsbTxH9PapNXd7jJNxmDbnNQQpRibPy7WlEwx6zwgPv4jw6prc5gNtEqtOji0loKo4fiVvDldrhTNFJKq16i2BxlsCj5JdlqELejfcR0le0CVL6_yafWQPpMHg/s320/backsoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139892445715637730" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-13100306836268600872007-10-04T20:23:00.000-03:002007-10-04T20:32:14.423-03:00Brownie adventure delight (last night)Story submitted by a fellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Technobo</span>. The way he thinks and writes makes me laugh my ass off. ( names changed to protect the innocent )<br />*Warning - Explicit Language*<br /><br /> Yeah… So I ate 2 special brownies and went on about cleaning the house, doing laundry & vacuuming while listening to some music. I began to feel very aware of a strange feeling in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">guttywots</span>. I couldn't place it and want sure if it was a bad feeling or not. After a while longer, I realized what it was. Extreme hunger. I was so incredibly hungry it was almost making me sick. I went though the food I have around the house and discovered I have nothing, which even remotely resembled snack type food. I really didn't feel like making anything. Right then and there it was decided I would drive into town in search of some heavily salted chips. I was wearing an old pair of shorts and no shirt because I was just bumming around the house so the first order of business was to get some cloths on.<br /><p> I grabbed a pair of track pants out of the dryer and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">t-shirt</span> and threw them on, put on my jacket and got in the car. Within the first 30 seconds of setting out on my quest for chips I began to notice a repetitive type sound as my little truck drove down the road. I sped up and slowed down and the sound changed. It had something to do with my wheels. I though to myself: "You've never noticed that sound before, your just stoned and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">over analyzing</span> something that's not all that serious". I tried to forget about this faint, repetitive sound and popped in a CD. Listening to radio head I could still faintly hear this repetitive noise. I turned up the music and I could still hear the noise. I was about ¾ the way to town… This is when the paranoia set in…</p><p> I started to notice a shimmy in the steering wheel. I have never noticed this before so I kept telling myself: "There are no serious problems here, you have never noticed these things before. If they are happening now, they have been happening for a long, long time and obviously aren't serious. You're just really fucking stoned and thinking too much".</p> <p> I tried to ignore the shimmy in the steering wheel and the noise but they weren't going away and appeared to be getting worse. I pulled over by the road to York and got out, looked at all 4 of my wheels gave my front tires a bit of a kick and checked all my wheel nuts. Everything is fine (Big surprise). I got back into the car and started off again, the sound and shimmy resumed. I pulled off the road again and into the parking lot at Mel's. I then somehow got the idea that one or all of my tires where perhaps out of round somehow. I slowly pulled out of the parking lot and drove along the shoulder for a min or 2 trying to see if I could feel the out of round<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ness</span> of the wheels if I went slow and somehow pinpoint what wheel was causing the issues, no luck. I got out again and looked at my wheels and checked the tire treads with a flashlight to see if they where separating or something. <span> </span>I then realized that I am really fucking stoned and by the side of the road checking to see if my wheels are still round… That's going to sound perfectly reasonable being explained to a cop asking what I am doing.<br /><br /> I got back into my car and drove to the superstore. I got 3 bags of regular chips and went to the checkout. There was this mutant working the cash. I suddenly realized after she began ringing in my chips that I had forgot my debit card at home on the computer keyboard… I said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ahh</span> cunt" out loud then realized I said it then said "shit" for saying cunt out loud when I meant to just think it. The mutant looked at me with the stink eye.</p><p> I began digging though my wallet and started counting out the massive amount of change I had in the change compartment. I was way too fucking stoned to count properly and it too me several tries and 2 instance of forgetting what I was doing while doing it to get this mutant enough quarters and loonies to pay for my shit. At the end I was .10 cents short. I even dropped a fucking dime and it rolled under the food belt thing. She wouldn't fucking help me out. 10 fucking cents. She took one of the bags of chips off my total and I had to recalculate what it too me so much time to calculate in the beginning. I handed her the fist full of change I had counted out and she fucking counts it again. I went to grab a bag for my shit and there aren't any fucking bags. I ask the mutant "any bags?" and she looks at me and says something like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">murph</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nrah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">fo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">nortdah</span>!" then pointed at the bag holder. I looked down where I aware to fucking god there where no bags 3 seconds earlier and there are so many bags there…I bagged my chips and started on the way out. <span></span><br /><br /> I passed the post office and this guy I work with, Brodie. His girlfriend is working there. I think she said "Hi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Norgab</span>!" but it sounded more like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Stor</span> mo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">foran</span>!" I smiled this ultra fake, fucked up looking grin and said something that didn't make any fucking sense at all about her boyfriend while continuing out.</p> <p> I started the ride home and hit every single fucking red light. Meanwhile there was this random van behind me that wouldn't stop fucking following me. I got about half way home and it was still behind me. I turned down some random road to loose them (because they where making me paranoid), turn around then get back on the road. I am on the main road no more then 10 seconds and a fucking cop comes up behind me. I put the cruise control on so I won't fluctuate speed too much like a typical stoned driver. The fucking cop follows me about 95% of the way home then turns around and drives off in the other directions with his lights on. </p> <p> Once I got back to my house I realize the track pants I had tossed on were on inside out with the pockets flapping like wings which I never fucking noticed the whole time (carried my wallet on my hand) and my jacket was inside out. I looked like a fucking member of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Criss</span> Cross. Fuck sakes. This was about 4 hours ago. I have gone though my 2 bags of chips and enjoyed them immensely. Now I am looking forward to the inevitable explosive diarrhea which always occurs after eating too many lays potato chips. </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-87457103937450867052007-07-26T21:18:00.000-03:002007-07-26T22:09:36.396-03:00SPAMBURGER HAMBURGER!!!!!I have now provided the world with proof that SPAM simply doesn't go bad... if it was ever good at all...<br /><br />Over 10 years ago, I picked up a can of SPAM as a gag gift ( what can I say... it was at the advent of the internet, and you actually couldn't buy it on PEI... it made sense at the time... )<br />So, over the following years, the can of SPAM became a momento... and was eventually tucked away into a box ( which followed me through multiple moves, through multiple provinces )<br /><br />When cleaning out my storage unit, I recently re-discovered said can of SPAM, which I decided to use in a cruel experiment. ( Myself and Fiend being the test victims... ) The experiment being, was SPAM still good after 10 years ( and yes, I have eaten a "fresh" can before... and I don't believe SPAM would ever qualify as being "good" in the first place, as my friends Patrick and Ashley can definitely attest...the Sodium Content is almost high enough to give you a heart attack )<br /><br />Here's a little pictography to help you out on your journey...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnUG4NEv8iT_SvWc7mFd4FjyIK2R3HqahYxOdoYndgtEUJCc2msKGFL4NZwp63znQYrhCaHIeWIFiy4Y4uWu4lM6DveLoh-tJl4y_13_64h0mj72c87KTX2Z7wFybwXM5nzMT7A/s1600-h/2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnUG4NEv8iT_SvWc7mFd4FjyIK2R3HqahYxOdoYndgtEUJCc2msKGFL4NZwp63znQYrhCaHIeWIFiy4Y4uWu4lM6DveLoh-tJl4y_13_64h0mj72c87KTX2Z7wFybwXM5nzMT7A/s320/2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675821733356610" border="0" /></a><br />Look at the beautiful picture... but what kind of GD loaf of meat looks like that?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2_RKkOIjtUAs4c62icnM7SvYUsK98Htuc6CGUPcBr4KxUe-mFOqkPu2WAaL1kd0VKbFU6H7KRi4ii5Ad1QpTYUQTdeJwLT60kzyhAbYnXuJFv70Ss-3QgYkL8nLANQElHIzjGQ/s1600-h/1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2_RKkOIjtUAs4c62icnM7SvYUsK98Htuc6CGUPcBr4KxUe-mFOqkPu2WAaL1kd0VKbFU6H7KRi4ii5Ad1QpTYUQTdeJwLT60kzyhAbYnXuJFv70Ss-3QgYkL8nLANQElHIzjGQ/s320/1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091676345719366738" border="0" /></a><br />Fully Cooked? But what the hell is it? Mostly salt / sodium and some form or deboned ( or deformed? ) meat products.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pGx7Kgjl6e0rUZ1JnVRypEXNlqVS0O9353ZNEXUj-zPCYgi5N4prrvIxHUdfklrnH2BTRvjYqS-NIL7W0PwGkZh6KWV_1CgPoB8OPez478kmQRKaWNQvNZiUNI7E6kksWU0QHg/s1600-h/3.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pGx7Kgjl6e0rUZ1JnVRypEXNlqVS0O9353ZNEXUj-zPCYgi5N4prrvIxHUdfklrnH2BTRvjYqS-NIL7W0PwGkZh6KWV_1CgPoB8OPez478kmQRKaWNQvNZiUNI7E6kksWU0QHg/s320/3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675722949108786" border="0" /></a><br />Kind of reminds me of dog food. Or maybe just dog yak?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgXVy30zPFBelkyni56I9_W1vVO_A3nEJbo404LsGKslOcNziblvkrkHPRtWGFjQhDnn03aOPOAJ79-8f4owYFXocCEDZ-qYvRtIGIoUndLgzczFLDxJM5gUY8SuDi4zn0WOFhQ/s1600-h/4.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgXVy30zPFBelkyni56I9_W1vVO_A3nEJbo404LsGKslOcNziblvkrkHPRtWGFjQhDnn03aOPOAJ79-8f4owYFXocCEDZ-qYvRtIGIoUndLgzczFLDxJM5gUY8SuDi4zn0WOFhQ/s320/4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675611279959074" border="0" /></a><br />Notice the light gelatinous coating. Yeah, this shit slides down. In so many ways, it's impossible to describe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPslG38WAQiv1VSbmT02A_BOphRMmyb4MY_SVP-3oQLeTco5oIW9qfdd4n-AnV5X-oROdo13BalqWKKvNy24EawwJOsiAk5ULL52KG5M8ijATJAEQ7qW47oDaNzpdL2YlP8HrgWA/s1600-h/5.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPslG38WAQiv1VSbmT02A_BOphRMmyb4MY_SVP-3oQLeTco5oIW9qfdd4n-AnV5X-oROdo13BalqWKKvNy24EawwJOsiAk5ULL52KG5M8ijATJAEQ7qW47oDaNzpdL2YlP8HrgWA/s320/5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675525380613138" border="0" /></a><br />And now the preparation for the SPAMBURGER HAMBURGER!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lhduPpO8kInRFM_5fUuCMoUFTI9_9a6RIsv6BSrbIJQkY5ZlPuYIDLcGfC9s20HT-SZrq9qwtFvGMUEOEO42V_Veq_6-HAcikWPW0EF83JinxnsjuMb2VkOaU4XB22nKWmxFgw/s1600-h/6.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lhduPpO8kInRFM_5fUuCMoUFTI9_9a6RIsv6BSrbIJQkY5ZlPuYIDLcGfC9s20HT-SZrq9qwtFvGMUEOEO42V_Veq_6-HAcikWPW0EF83JinxnsjuMb2VkOaU4XB22nKWmxFgw/s320/6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675400826561538" border="0" /></a><br />Deboned meat husks roasting slowly on an open fire. What is wrong with this picture.<br /><br />So now you know. The salt content of SPAM is high enough that it will outlast even the cockroaches... how much fun is that? And also, no obvious ill effects except some stomach rumbles from attempting to digest that amount of salt in one sitting... *barfs*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-56090474615822790832007-06-18T09:31:00.000-03:002007-06-18T09:55:34.435-03:00NEVER click on a technobo's links.... EVER!!!<a href="http://www.hammeruncut.com/japanese-toilet-manufacturer-unveils-smoking-hot-new-bidet/">Holy Crap!</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-49537522290753651062007-06-14T12:59:00.000-03:002007-06-14T14:18:56.844-03:00And the word of the day is...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Toddomized!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwDYUilfXJVLISB7yABJSLHwzzpkvXAd75oj54XZ9MV0_16sUmoae_yLcDWK0cv3G6G5ShyOqaGlTxuJdW-Y3VVp-EE8PoPYt1dbcNg4RENnMJVGuQdJFqjkI0Hd4UIZAO_gAvw/s1600-h/toddm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwDYUilfXJVLISB7yABJSLHwzzpkvXAd75oj54XZ9MV0_16sUmoae_yLcDWK0cv3G6G5ShyOqaGlTxuJdW-Y3VVp-EE8PoPYt1dbcNg4RENnMJVGuQdJFqjkI0Hd4UIZAO_gAvw/s320/toddm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075970581419369346" border="0" /></a>*So yeah, this isn't anywhere near right. But I don't really care.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-41914373140083509242007-06-04T14:37:00.000-03:002007-06-04T16:43:55.579-03:00Food Bank ExcursionsAhhh, another month, another trip to the glorious food bank.<br />Lining up with other technobos and even a few plain old hobos.<br />Other people as down on their luck as you are... but look at the<br />tasty treats you can get there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUG3aHa8oym6HZG-lhx2deNQqDlaiYkibFTkrMvYNnorWrqae4qm7gLA6MYKnnKxOKuA06eQ1IZ3yaQSFsB4DYx-loAuLrpOi6BG4SM_3yLVUuuaOcQF61iTBKNUgLKxs-c42yGw/s1600-h/golden+corn+2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUG3aHa8oym6HZG-lhx2deNQqDlaiYkibFTkrMvYNnorWrqae4qm7gLA6MYKnnKxOKuA06eQ1IZ3yaQSFsB4DYx-loAuLrpOi6BG4SM_3yLVUuuaOcQF61iTBKNUgLKxs-c42yGw/s320/golden+corn+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274092324874514" border="0" /></a>Yummy. Golden corn? In case you can't make out the details, most of the writing on the can is in Chinese. And it has a shelf life of 2 years. What kind of canned good has an expiry date anyways? This is when I should have known better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6S9fn3y8SoIaFetSJnOKRrCvCBXsJU3KAIjUpHhDkLXvkLpILOtOHf9Cx7llN0TEMoZRqThmCLukfbFiwMzO3vaxRXf2v-fs3XBdPQQM7WH6tTWL91rNjxRdFsf0Cd-VD2ecMA/s1600-h/can+o+puke.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6S9fn3y8SoIaFetSJnOKRrCvCBXsJU3KAIjUpHhDkLXvkLpILOtOHf9Cx7llN0TEMoZRqThmCLukfbFiwMzO3vaxRXf2v-fs3XBdPQQM7WH6tTWL91rNjxRdFsf0Cd-VD2ecMA/s320/can+o+puke.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274096619841842" border="0" /></a>Opening the can was an even worse mistake. Proabably a good thing that this picture is a little blurry. As Fiend can attest, it both looked and smelled something like dog food. I would think that dog food would be preferred over this, but there was none at hand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO21e9-WCKcG5gXru4z8VYUZ4ukmL1G5lLC-mL1bPy-o4uW0-taoB1d0d24HqZIxOxQtCHk6ja_cRFMs28YKHTOURtHXZO_2nL5XfuFYXAQH7Wc9peCdrLD7AHvAGXC7_eBwsgcQ/s1600-h/face.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO21e9-WCKcG5gXru4z8VYUZ4ukmL1G5lLC-mL1bPy-o4uW0-taoB1d0d24HqZIxOxQtCHk6ja_cRFMs28YKHTOURtHXZO_2nL5XfuFYXAQH7Wc9peCdrLD7AHvAGXC7_eBwsgcQ/s320/face.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274096619841826" border="0" /></a>Such a nice little happy face... you might assume that this was actually something that would make you happy. Yeah right... still looking like dog food here. It was a fight to get it out of the can. I should have let the can win. It wasn't worth the fight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi_DQ9I4gITGXN1nQ_d_5zvz0k88Pf3t8S_GTe31mUYvSlJyMYVg63ty1kuEJqix3-NpaH8RQialJdj9Wu8Xe-RxeYxYhRq_lLfMrs3kG1jMAzhwG38NVtjNwJgzWUC2HaJDEsg/s1600-h/spew+soup.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi_DQ9I4gITGXN1nQ_d_5zvz0k88Pf3t8S_GTe31mUYvSlJyMYVg63ty1kuEJqix3-NpaH8RQialJdj9Wu8Xe-RxeYxYhRq_lLfMrs3kG1jMAzhwG38NVtjNwJgzWUC2HaJDEsg/s320/spew+soup.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274088029907186" border="0" /></a>And here, voila... the end result... dog yak in a pot. How appetizing. Kind of makes me wish I owned a dog to see if an animal would be smart enough to avoid it. I wouldn't blame them if they did. Smart doggie.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-28693621387151716972007-05-09T21:16:00.000-03:002007-05-09T21:36:15.899-03:00Extending Our Helping Hands to Digg!So yeah, thought I'd post this to help out all the boys at Digg.<br /><br />09 F9 11 02 9D 74 E3 5B D8 41 56 C5 63 56 88 C0<br /><br />Just doing my little part in the war against DRM. The processing key for HD-DVD disks. :-D<br /><br />Have a good one folks.<br /><br />For your amusement... I wouldn't want to leave anyone hanging... check out these fun comics.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blurburger.com/shoebox/toons/toons/toon_todayi.gif">I Should Have Stayed in Bed Because</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-25723382811288563772007-05-01T15:27:00.000-03:002007-05-01T15:30:27.417-03:00Irony 1.0<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cX6_GaUUwjHYGfZOZ8tvINjoXvPbj4EMkCjvA26XQqjcO_TzPXvu9p9K_MXKn8dAd22azBbDNtSVMDQkT4V1SeNABpTh4mTdBZZOQw4ORpdjHf-iOdGKUrB7RyOKl6aWEi1jZg/s1600-h/begger.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cX6_GaUUwjHYGfZOZ8tvINjoXvPbj4EMkCjvA26XQqjcO_TzPXvu9p9K_MXKn8dAd22azBbDNtSVMDQkT4V1SeNABpTh4mTdBZZOQw4ORpdjHf-iOdGKUrB7RyOKl6aWEi1jZg/s320/begger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059660834435633298" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-26761109789306397212007-04-27T19:21:00.000-03:002007-04-27T20:41:35.846-03:00Dumpster Diving Fury!!!So yeah.<br />There are some common rules of etiquette when you go dumpster diving with a fellow Technobo.<br />These should always be followed, or you may find yourself cast out of that elite league of Technobos ( a very bad idea in any situation, Technobos can be a very creepy bunch if irritated. Be forewarned. )<br /><br />1 ) No pushing. I know that everyone wants to get to the goodies at the bottom as quick as possible... but if you work together, it's so much easier if you work together. 2 heads are better than one and all that.<br /><br />2 ) Share the profits. No matter what you find, you always have to split the winnings. If not, you may find yourself blacklisted. Or locked in said dumpster waiting for a sanitation truck that may arrive before you expire. Hopefully.<br /><br />3 ) Watch out! You never know when fellow Technobos ( or even regular business grade hobos.... shudder ) might appear to steal your winnings. Or the police. Cover your asses.<br /><br />Sketchy at the best of times, dumpster diving is a forgotten art. Follow these 3 rules, and you just might survive. Forget one, and we'll show up to steal your hard earned winnings.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-19646517595161148012007-04-22T21:38:00.000-03:002007-04-22T22:05:11.300-03:00"Hobo, you say?"<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ndtHEvknvk"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ndtHEvknvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-73725748167128878562007-04-07T18:49:00.000-03:002007-04-07T18:54:04.914-03:00Hobo Glyphs?Hey folks... ran across this today, and I laughed my ass off.<br /><br /><a href="http://elmerfudd.us/dp/hobo/hobo.htm">Hobo Glyphs</a><br /><br />Here's my favorite one...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20Nct_a2UJZcrM7lms4CgNG5phkcZw5kYaP46gkI7lkJfJZwgGqn7MPlTT4MTgY6jhPA6FbsErrpTjMtUox52aK0q60lvW8IlNYq0g7bfALPcIId_-9qu-xhMd4ZhbWMSxz0MVg/s1600-h/119.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20Nct_a2UJZcrM7lms4CgNG5phkcZw5kYaP46gkI7lkJfJZwgGqn7MPlTT4MTgY6jhPA6FbsErrpTjMtUox52aK0q60lvW8IlNYq0g7bfALPcIId_-9qu-xhMd4ZhbWMSxz0MVg/s320/119.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050807494324878498" border="0" /></a>Have a great day folks... have a great day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-32141965730062384942007-02-22T18:32:00.000-04:002007-02-22T21:23:13.261-04:00"OH, FASHIONBUG!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie_M7v6T24q9oeExfRplik59uloKiQBYUUA3EyLBM8WMEmzDpzkGKgDn0TH6KZol-APbzPoo1B_5BmdAxhd0zY0QkdBP65o70D6eZOJeirzPJGzEyDB4XnRD0X7kQpRmcM8zOuw/s1600-h/health_care.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie_M7v6T24q9oeExfRplik59uloKiQBYUUA3EyLBM8WMEmzDpzkGKgDn0TH6KZol-APbzPoo1B_5BmdAxhd0zY0QkdBP65o70D6eZOJeirzPJGzEyDB4XnRD0X7kQpRmcM8zOuw/s320/health_care.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034491753558865266" border="0" /></a>...and now?.... an anonymous email from a fellow Technobo, about the quality of health care we all share.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">"I got up this morning and decided I better go to the fucking DR because otherwise I am either going to die or never go back to work. Last night I drove home via the waterfront because I needed to make a stop and noticed that that "friendly pharmacy" there is a "walk in clinic 9 - 6".<br /><br />At about 3AM shivering in bed again and not getting any sleep while wearing my winter coat and hat under the blankets, I decided I better go into there before work. I showed up at the "friendly pharmacy" at 7am thinking I would be smart, take a number then leave and come back later when it opened or something. When I got there at 7, I noticed the parking lot was full and I had to push in front of some people to get in before them and managed to get the LAST number. The people I pushed infront of where 2 parents with a sick new born, no fuckin way where they getting that number. The looked at me as if they expected me to give them my number because I am nice. I'm not fucking nice and hate people. Fuck them. Too fuckin bad hahahaha they should have thought of that before they reproduced and slept in. They just glared at me and left. "yeah I didn't fucking think so, fucking reproducing cancerous maggots" I thought to myself.<br /><br />So there I waited, last in line at 7 fucking AM and the clinic doesn't even open until 9. There was a sign saying not to leave once you have your number because you could be called at any time and the numbers don't necessarily get called in order. I was fucking stuck in a pond of bloody infection and biological human waste. The "walk in clinic" idea is rather false advertising. Its more of a walk in, stand around for a few hours and get coughed on by people who themselves should be considered biological waste. There where about 60 people in this little clinic area next to the pharmacy. I can't figure out why BOTH parents have to accompany their one chid who is sick and takeup all the chairs with their useless sweaty carcasses. Why is it necessary for the extra body to come? Isn't that stuff usually the mother's problem?<br /><br />I was #30 (last number, they are full). I counted 20 chairs... Sick infectious people where sprawled out all over the chairs which where there. There isn't really a waiting room, more of an alcove. The 20 chairs where where there lined up outside in the hallway with a few in front of the windows where some 116 year old bag was going to start booking people in. Needless to say, There was not a chair for me. I stood for a while. After about an hour and a half my legs got tired and part of what's wrong with me is all my joints are sore. I ended up sitting on the cold tile floor in the alcove for the duration. There where no clocks anywhere. There was a thermostat on the wall and it was 15C in that place where we where all waiting.<br /><br />Around 8:45 the DR and the old bag showed up for work, unlocked and started booking people. The bag booked me, gave me a hard time about my expired health card, then told me "it will take as long as it takes" when I asked her how long she thought the wait would be. I<br />called her "Cunt Skelatore" but I think I said it out loud.<br /><br />The whole time I sat on the floor, there where parents with kids all around me all coughing on each other and wiping snot and feces on things. There was this one "family" in particular who felt it necessary to being everyone who is related to the clinic because their defective, mediocre children are sick. I counted a mum, dad and another guy. Prob the dad's boyfriend or the pool boy. Both their girls (looked like twins) where sick as fuck. They where both perhaps<br />1.5 years old. They where snotty red faced and the entire fucking time the 2 of them screamed at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, not crying, screaming. If I where the parents, rather then going to the walk in clinic I would have put those smelly, screaming kids in a garbage bag and run the family minivan's exhaust into it until they stopped making noise then put some rocks in the bag and tossed it off the harbor bridge. A late term abortion with no shop vac or untwisted coat hanger needed. They had the number before me so the entire fucking time I was there I had to listen to these fucking mutant kids scream. What I found funny was everyone in the place, including the parents found a way to ignore their fucking noise. I started thinking about what I wanted to do to those fucking kids. I wanted to stand up and yell "CAN YOU NOT FUCKING HEAR THIS!? FUUUUCK!" then violently shake both the babies. I also though about covering their mouth and noses with my hand and yelling SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! AHHH! Then I started thinking about what<br />everyone would do if I just got up and walked though the plate glass window.<br /><br />I froze on the floor in that alcove for about 4.5 hours staring and scowling at all the fucking scum that was sharing the room with me. When they called me I went into the office and waited some more on my own now in the dr's room. I laid on the Dr's exam table staring up at<br />the florissant lights. I didn't even have the energy to root though the drawers looking for stuff I can steal like usual in hospital situations. Its like a hotel, they expect you to take stuff.<br /><br />When the doctor came in he asked "what bring you in here today". I said "I got up this morning, and found couldn't fit an automatic pistol in my mouth so I decided I better come in and get some meds rather then risk non orally blowing my brains out". He was amused, seems he has the same sort of sicko humor I do. He saw me for about 30 seconds and have me a prescription for lots and lots of pills then sent me seaworthy. It was 12:30 by the time I got out of there. 5.5 hours of sheer misery and depravation.<br /><br />I now I remember why I haven't gone to any sort of clinic in about 5 years besides the occasional emergency room visits when had some drunken home improvement and industrial accidents at home with power tools a few years ago. I would rather eat a lead salad from a shot gun then go back to that fucking mucus soaked shit hole. It is hardly a "friendly pharmacy" or "walk in clinic" at all. 280.00 of billed expenses to my medical plan at work later I have several bottles of green, yellow and white pills and some green flavored perception mouth wash that looks like something a drunken fucking indian would sit on the curb of dorchester street drinking so he can go on a spirit quest and see all his dead relatives before ending up floating face down in the river because he fell off the shore, No big loss, he is better off.<br /><br />Now I am at work and have a crap load of stuff to get accomplished today. Hopefully my afternoon will be better then my morning."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-720762804474038542007-02-18T21:58:00.000-04:002007-02-18T22:02:12.529-04:00ROFL @ ERROR500 Internal Server Error<br />Sorry, something went wrong.<br />A team of highly trained monkeys has been dispatched to deal with this situation. Please report this incident to customer service.<br />Also, please include the following information in your error report:<br />v4tcry1zwSazYzdSQ2ET5LT261GqfZf0-QJOShC3odasg25Od2NJetRo<br />IO_swvRsIp4h0lfOpzBX3PxcP6mpKyHfE-bVYQ2EIWsYXiV70pX60<br />68Ay6IS7DiRE3ajLol8_gwdSNPbuPhhCh0-9PyeeYJh0IXvNKLWCq<br />w3rmnE-Gz-5jqqdXruNOxVhqto3KAhR01bC8KnHWGLaNBDL6wD<br />Oy0c4QXzgH49Vk2RlKwl-16404yhVUadCxFnkQkeReWiH3lbO1P2<br />snnOP2kD2N1k0_r-XGvxVKS98pPeGnWMC17PbRatoeFhDbTiYvA<br />W2ZEy5u7I45VsP29wXGb6W2vWuu-_9eD3soobfDRbSdfHXk5yAF<br />V1IaTasD1iK9v7A4fZnlS4-KwLPoXzMwzdiaJ5B6oJyKcGiz-5xSCghz<br />7tY6wobT5NItYhQQK9LsbDTTl9dKy9_vfs9NbKVA2Ry7JwmGFrw<br />UfDqasRbVctwFkWXINGjUauw0B-bt-jr6glb0CT-qXyjc1O9t5qcn6N<br />J1hqp_Q1xC3Z85wgUEfIcBhhu5zYE-4FwLhP9YTCLq_xVTVrWTM<br />ZOTMGxz8HS-m2CvvWtSAa5T6xk07RUYEKZn-RdO28_7aYc3zuZ<br />1JYKaYuONkomrsnaNyGeAD_U-KWekc8NGHYzgiHtRE5gYdpUp3<br />GIpcffP-AEERYTPTcfBM1P41OlIGA7yc4bi9vDEZPBBLxhuavxEJBU<br />ZciPgKhnZX_ctfCF5gi3Dw1iPoykjo-30qgj_ql78KskXkTozylxrCn4m<br />D-EjFTHw-vuif8JkPChKIbrZHHBxeoESvE-RflLh2yvp5WeNpEXVB<br />v4tmUNQrpQWI8S6s-IS2UgUqwDrDERIx7yprpBVoSR6tjDXIWoai<br />Lt8vcn7DFs36wLdbhFb4wCVBX3vAoiV0hjnxV-o5CM8jOc9sxqrMJ<br />IYigQZsrEC1pI76Q83GrM--0mqosA9liyGc3omDJXzYMb2RpCwCJ<br />D5W-QRUp3fWgmTD8Agi_meoYsynG7okDHk2Vrw8FDpERP9tnZ<br />SNbEr8boaIflWI7rpuqmbFTDwpFm9Hro5tQM4hJZ-f9G3DtuV0oP<br />ihGQxdGqJi-AQ3NwuQU9LBuN2nCZRBD2hgdF0oM-BTa1swPXqZ<br />I-l3xopg4GDdr8gCCOgcLY_2dBWl11PNKAsQcojKG1_GUb-_TE-jp<br />VGrWTRjub5yW9IndT4ml0LlLsKdrGNIjIO5UGcooK05lk9n-VrRtQ<br />66sXWyFwTfVZRcYz59DWMCwP5HmDd0sleush4gSLeJMaL5_CJT<br />fbPJNyRgSU6ne49Z8WDDsunszpxMX9DifTSWtx3r7h-KgZlgfpEaX<br />WNBxwmOphtq47KG_zvOf9beSgHsjTEVP-q9jMVguQdzZuuj8QoJ<br />-sNwIb_j4IiftvA4lJdiRW3EuOAvCPVmsuSOdAAA=<br /><br />*Now that's a good one*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-81348828239325502162007-02-11T12:28:00.000-04:002007-01-30T11:13:05.492-04:00HoboFreakinTastic!!!It was a HoboFreakinTastic day for Fiend and myself this past Friday.<br />Payday has come and gone, too damn quick if you ask me... but we both found ourselves with working sets of wheels.<br />As a tribute, here's some interesting things to ponder...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Yj00HTnd78K8AMVgJgfyVfRc-4TVvw6OLoUZjtT2W3yslqzZQd1AL2LFCjamr3QOqkaLtak0VgRbosLCJNKD36rrW-evZ99yZiPr2xGcqdmzVRQgTg9ScnyR39Q0J75wErW3Q/s1600-h/022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Yj00HTnd78K8AMVgJgfyVfRc-4TVvw6OLoUZjtT2W3yslqzZQd1AL2LFCjamr3QOqkaLtak0VgRbosLCJNKD36rrW-evZ99yZiPr2xGcqdmzVRQgTg9ScnyR39Q0J75wErW3Q/s320/022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030317369975771410" border="0" /></a>Following that bit of humor... here's another fun little pic.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgCYrnYlMUhC3aqSpfHQZvDTYbsBRzl-w8VkCWBeeGNkSI1rCCCTu5XE_PUThtnrnWb6TGhVq6CTd6ADkbP-uzbJcOqtbabjzC8pdrIvfZFYpQq-56BdtZK3fqmpMYp3sOVxFHw/s1600-h/Ass+Blaster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgCYrnYlMUhC3aqSpfHQZvDTYbsBRzl-w8VkCWBeeGNkSI1rCCCTu5XE_PUThtnrnWb6TGhVq6CTd6ADkbP-uzbJcOqtbabjzC8pdrIvfZFYpQq-56BdtZK3fqmpMYp3sOVxFHw/s320/Ass+Blaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030317589019103522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Havce yourselves a great old day. I know I will... at least once I find that garden hose I stashed away for just this eventuality.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-21245258002040606212007-01-30T11:12:00.000-04:002007-01-30T11:13:05.648-04:00Waiting for Summer....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8oODW1FFwE6S8F1lUqOvSLLlTW4rlKjP5nkzn9QHyiYceOBJshnPhAAvUU_sRh-5CUUdnolDQkLyX7tPKamXUIz43UO7oes5Gzj2bDklQs5jjYebtV2DFvkFaiA2QC3REgD9Tw/s1600-h/drink_me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8oODW1FFwE6S8F1lUqOvSLLlTW4rlKjP5nkzn9QHyiYceOBJshnPhAAvUU_sRh-5CUUdnolDQkLyX7tPKamXUIz43UO7oes5Gzj2bDklQs5jjYebtV2DFvkFaiA2QC3REgD9Tw/s320/drink_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025841745220480834" border="0" /></a><br />...and all the fun to be had....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-68222396372324721602007-01-24T10:22:00.000-04:002007-01-24T10:28:00.770-04:00Yeah, "not quite dead yet..."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMSzA2R4lw1Ix4lrZDyzsy1jlkO_Nr_ZlOkzn7iIbxlotI5Co0pNofuUODtgsn9TCjDWN7dtQjjmzC1IWWkz5-VkTdrkYjYTDFgeYPJq5049Fg1qYJ1LXgxLrjwsfWL11CL1FQQ/s1600-h/versoix-ice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMSzA2R4lw1Ix4lrZDyzsy1jlkO_Nr_ZlOkzn7iIbxlotI5Co0pNofuUODtgsn9TCjDWN7dtQjjmzC1IWWkz5-VkTdrkYjYTDFgeYPJq5049Fg1qYJ1LXgxLrjwsfWL11CL1FQQ/s320/versoix-ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023603603402796834" border="0" /></a>But DAMN, this weathers not making it easy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-50426251198786272232006-12-08T15:51:00.000-04:002006-12-08T16:50:42.967-04:00Better off ( Frozen? )Welcome to Canadian Winter, you poor bastards.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkyvx9WVK43cZfYv_rllKBQnpNQc0MCarhkxbWJWr_-5wdMET6BCoNj5oH-b7Jg9dQsn1JcjtqaiGJ40A4KMf2rNO1X3d8rFK5QHazz3qae3-Ixq7z1JE-LQ7KbmtRHJ4R_MQ9A/s1600-h/img_logo.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkyvx9WVK43cZfYv_rllKBQnpNQc0MCarhkxbWJWr_-5wdMET6BCoNj5oH-b7Jg9dQsn1JcjtqaiGJ40A4KMf2rNO1X3d8rFK5QHazz3qae3-Ixq7z1JE-LQ7KbmtRHJ4R_MQ9A/s320/img_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006246769155814114" border="0" /></a>But at least we're doing better than some people, living our technobo lifestyle.<br />Better than this guy, at least ( though I have contemplated doing the same as him every now and again, probably better advertising than what I currently have, going by the page hits here )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6IlouXAjiar5g9WpyFEpC75ueFqLqNq_XMXW63OrWv5ZmVqLVbYO3l1wWF9pWENmUl74S3gHaSkiOjBmpj9yP9B2OzVNslkW97txUoA3rICCHMhRVs-kvDz2y9ktsTxprBmSxg/s1600-h/Will_code_HTML_for_food.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6IlouXAjiar5g9WpyFEpC75ueFqLqNq_XMXW63OrWv5ZmVqLVbYO3l1wWF9pWENmUl74S3gHaSkiOjBmpj9yP9B2OzVNslkW97txUoA3rICCHMhRVs-kvDz2y9ktsTxprBmSxg/s320/Will_code_HTML_for_food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006246515752743634" border="0" /></a>Not much of a way to live, but you gotta do something strange for the change :D<br />And, most of our PC's look better than this one ( I hope... though poor Fiends PC defies all logic as of yet. We're not quite sure how it is working )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHq2IKWH3Mh4E7MSmksuhZtuIdzlgLR1VQC3bKAVDPmZactlZ7rwAOWHHK9-tsjZK2Hoj4epgZ5xxou2J4VyOULkbF6mKaLprG8P1Yr_GjrhUvpDlFEa6WzeMaYNJbPXnILldBg/s1600-h/broken_computer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHq2IKWH3Mh4E7MSmksuhZtuIdzlgLR1VQC3bKAVDPmZactlZ7rwAOWHHK9-tsjZK2Hoj4epgZ5xxou2J4VyOULkbF6mKaLprG8P1Yr_GjrhUvpDlFEa6WzeMaYNJbPXnILldBg/s320/broken_computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006254959658447602" border="0" /></a>And it's still better than living a life of eternal servitude... <br />don't even get me started on this topic. It's a bad idea.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkH5l1tiz_z54Wr6W6vJmBa0iRjCrfXVyJ7GBHnN9Z6_MLh4tsD1MQ5XFSFYbhOfLO4pKg5qfz1aPTMJACbQ8rY5gzrb47Jrpz_TUB2ZI5B5VotMWGG5cW9Q2yaMCMVYI3TuLoSw/s1600-h/serve_him_roadsign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkH5l1tiz_z54Wr6W6vJmBa0iRjCrfXVyJ7GBHnN9Z6_MLh4tsD1MQ5XFSFYbhOfLO4pKg5qfz1aPTMJACbQ8rY5gzrb47Jrpz_TUB2ZI5B5VotMWGG5cW9Q2yaMCMVYI3TuLoSw/s320/serve_him_roadsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006255307550798594" border="0" /></a>And remember... in your times of need... Jesus won't save you...<br />but here is something that just might:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_kc14MnNmroXZn1e1rFnXR8PCcAO8qjXh3BK0afQMTeSU2Ds6LBTpmD8vxsm3c_uC1hK2IvOddtZx8IN-Hgbqn2JYjyE1ikG0k6qlluXbok9TtwtEfx7AuuBaHLPgoG3hSPuDA/s1600-h/Food+Bank.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_kc14MnNmroXZn1e1rFnXR8PCcAO8qjXh3BK0afQMTeSU2Ds6LBTpmD8vxsm3c_uC1hK2IvOddtZx8IN-Hgbqn2JYjyE1ikG0k6qlluXbok9TtwtEfx7AuuBaHLPgoG3hSPuDA/s320/Food+Bank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006259151546528530" border="0" /></a>Your local Food Bank - Always a great source... better than your local church, that's for sure.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Peace out, blessed be, and have some Happy Holidays;<br />Matt<br /><br />PS - Stay warm.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447481.post-1164811533586955152006-11-29T10:37:00.000-04:002006-11-29T10:45:33.623-04:00Walkin' in a Hobo Wonderland*A Tribute to Canadian Winter... Thanks to Steve Curtis on this one *<br /><br />Walking in a hobo wonderland...<br /><br />In the meadow we can drink some whiskey and pretend we're not beaten to the grooound;<br />We'll go to all the charitable feastings and find the Sally Ann to shake 'em doooown;<br />Later on we'll retire by a garbage can fire, begging for change, gee ain't life strange;<br />Freezing in a hobo wonderland, head to the plains, let's hop the next train;<br />Gettin out of hobo wonderlaaaaand<br />Gettin out of hobo wonderlaaaaand<br />Gettin out of hobo wonderlaaaaand<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4729/2330/1600/146171/SNOWSTORM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4729/2330/320/974816/SNOWSTORM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14720182063575987198noreply@blogger.com0