I've been told to update. So here I am, rocking you like a hurricane once again. I really don't know what to say. School has sucked all the life out of me for the time being, including my will to blog.
I suppose I could update people on my grandpa if anybody cares.
All tests have said that it is not cancer, but the doctors all think it is and it needs to be taken out. So for the next 4 or so weeks he will be given radiation treatments and he will undergo surgery on either Feb 14th (Happy valentines day Dan) or Feb 27th, and then he'll have to go through chemotherapy for 6 months.
I'm really not to keen on this time of year, midterms, winter, surgery and a wonderfull day to remind people how lonely they really are.
later days
Dan
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Or happy holidays if you're offended by that word.
This post is going to be a bit lamer than all the others but I'm bored. It's my last day of work yipee!!!! but I finished all I have to do, and thus get to sit here calmly till 4:00....so I figured I'd spam the internet with useless words.
armsaye
peen
groaking
dibble
aglets
zarf
all of those are words.....I swear. Look them up, they mean things.
Also did you know that the name "Wendy" was a made up name for the book Peter Pan, interesting stuff...just like Shakespear made up many words, like vomit, that was his....he also died on his birthday. Wow these facts are useless.
I probably won't be on the internet much over the holidays (Facebook, MSN, and blogging....maybe even email) so I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone I don't see a merry christmas and happy new years.
Just so that this blog isn't a complete waste of space, some insight (that some have heard).
awe: I believe it's a bad thing
awesome....is good, cause there's only some awe
awefull.......is bad cause it's full of awe
Okay maybe that made the blog more of a waste of space
later days
This post is going to be a bit lamer than all the others but I'm bored. It's my last day of work yipee!!!! but I finished all I have to do, and thus get to sit here calmly till 4:00....so I figured I'd spam the internet with useless words.
armsaye
peen
groaking
dibble
aglets
zarf
all of those are words.....I swear. Look them up, they mean things.
Also did you know that the name "Wendy" was a made up name for the book Peter Pan, interesting stuff...just like Shakespear made up many words, like vomit, that was his....he also died on his birthday. Wow these facts are useless.
I probably won't be on the internet much over the holidays (Facebook, MSN, and blogging....maybe even email) so I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone I don't see a merry christmas and happy new years.
Just so that this blog isn't a complete waste of space, some insight (that some have heard).
awe: I believe it's a bad thing
awesome....is good, cause there's only some awe
awefull.......is bad cause it's full of awe
Okay maybe that made the blog more of a waste of space
later days
Friday, December 14, 2007
CLUE EXTREME!!!!!
There is one thing about the game of clue that I never got. If we are these characters (ie: professor plum, Mrs. White, etc.) and one of us did it, why do you win the game if you prove you commited the crime, and if you commited the crime how would you not know it was you and how and where you did it, it should be an instant win.
For example, if I killed some guy in the conservatory with a wrench I should know about it right?
This got me thinking......CLUE EXTREME!!!!!!!
This will be like Soccer to fooseball or i dunno, space wars to Halo. A real life version of clue.
First you and 5 friends dress up like clue charaters and procede into a house. The "overseer" will inject everyone with a drug which makes you incredibly violent and remember nothing (kind of an artificial rage....or frenzied for you D&D people). The overseer will then blindfold you and scatter you throughout the house, when the drug kicks in you will naturally take out the blindfold and search for blood. There will be weapons scattered throughout the house.
Once someone's vitals drop to zero (or in otherwords is killed) a fast acting nerve gas will be immediately released into the house putting everyone to sleep. The overseer then cleans up the blood (cause that would make the place too easy, there will be plastic down everywhere, including the walls, so that the luminol doesn't pick up bleach leading to a guess) and hide the weapon in the room in which the murder took place. The players will then have the body, luminol, and finger printing kits to determine the weapon, murderer and place. If this is too complicated, the over seer can merely clean the blood (no plastic), remove all weapons and plant cards of things it wasn't all over the house like a scavenger hunt.
Then I could finally say......Daniel in the library with a 15th century katana!!!!!....I win!!!!!!! omg, omg, I decapitated my best friend, what have I done!!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!!.
and that's why you shouldn't be happy if you are Colenol Mustard and you win by saying Colenol Mustard in the ball room with a revolver. You terrible, terrible people, playing clue without thinking of what you've done.
Why would there ever only be 2 people in a ball room anyways, there's bound to be witnesses, seems kind of lame to me.
terrible. I'm going to go vomit in disgust.
Later Days
For example, if I killed some guy in the conservatory with a wrench I should know about it right?
This got me thinking......CLUE EXTREME!!!!!!!
This will be like Soccer to fooseball or i dunno, space wars to Halo. A real life version of clue.
First you and 5 friends dress up like clue charaters and procede into a house. The "overseer" will inject everyone with a drug which makes you incredibly violent and remember nothing (kind of an artificial rage....or frenzied for you D&D people). The overseer will then blindfold you and scatter you throughout the house, when the drug kicks in you will naturally take out the blindfold and search for blood. There will be weapons scattered throughout the house.
Once someone's vitals drop to zero (or in otherwords is killed) a fast acting nerve gas will be immediately released into the house putting everyone to sleep. The overseer then cleans up the blood (cause that would make the place too easy, there will be plastic down everywhere, including the walls, so that the luminol doesn't pick up bleach leading to a guess) and hide the weapon in the room in which the murder took place. The players will then have the body, luminol, and finger printing kits to determine the weapon, murderer and place. If this is too complicated, the over seer can merely clean the blood (no plastic), remove all weapons and plant cards of things it wasn't all over the house like a scavenger hunt.
Then I could finally say......Daniel in the library with a 15th century katana!!!!!....I win!!!!!!! omg, omg, I decapitated my best friend, what have I done!!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!!.
and that's why you shouldn't be happy if you are Colenol Mustard and you win by saying Colenol Mustard in the ball room with a revolver. You terrible, terrible people, playing clue without thinking of what you've done.
Why would there ever only be 2 people in a ball room anyways, there's bound to be witnesses, seems kind of lame to me.
terrible. I'm going to go vomit in disgust.
Later Days
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Painful and real slow
The worst part of the winter for me, is not the cold, it's not the snow, or the roads or the darkness. It's the desert dry air. I have pretty annoying eczema in the winter where I itch all over especially my hands (between my fingers mostly), my armpits, my legs and arms and my face and scalp. my lips chap like there's no tomorrow. I try hand creams and lubraderms and chap sticks, but those only work for half an hour or so and I have to reapply, anyone that has these problems or knows of them and knows a remedy, any help or advice would be appreciated, it drives me crazy.
Now the real point of this entry is my disappointment with the health care system. My grandfather went in for a physical around 2 weeks ago and they found a tumor in his colon. It took them 2 weeks to get the biopsy results to find out that it is in fact cancer. Not only that it took them 1.5 weeks for them to get him in for an ultrasound on his liver to see if it spread there (thankfully it didn't). He has an MRI on friday.....I guess to look for the cancer in other places around the colon, I would assume anyways, they know it's cancer, they know where it is, so my only guess is that an MRI would be for the extent. Then they need to book him for a CT scan....I don't know why, I'm not sure of the purpose of a CT scan, to be honest I don't know why they need any more than just the MRI, it seems like smoke and mirrors. Finally he has to meet with a surgeon on December 19th. "Meet with" a month after they found it, and he's just 'meet'ing with the surgeon. The cancer can do a lot in a month, I really don't understand why the surgeon isn't consulted within the first week, if they can get it out ASAP you'd think there would be less of a chance of spreading, but apparantly this is how the system works, and it worries me, but I better watch out, if it worries me enough to cause a heart problem, it'll be a while before I can see a doctor about it.
Sorry to go all Michael Moore on you guys but I needed to get that out there. Also just to clarify, I'm not writing this for sympathy, I am doing fine, sad and worried obviously, but fine. My grandfather is the only one that deserves sympathy right now, not me.
I am reminded of a Matt Good song, I know my regular readers mostly aren't a big fan, but they're just words, you don't actually have to listen to the music:
I know that it's bad
That it's the kind that they can't operate on
And I know it's real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Styrofoam coffee cups
And bagged drugs that never work enough
And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Now the real point of this entry is my disappointment with the health care system. My grandfather went in for a physical around 2 weeks ago and they found a tumor in his colon. It took them 2 weeks to get the biopsy results to find out that it is in fact cancer. Not only that it took them 1.5 weeks for them to get him in for an ultrasound on his liver to see if it spread there (thankfully it didn't). He has an MRI on friday.....I guess to look for the cancer in other places around the colon, I would assume anyways, they know it's cancer, they know where it is, so my only guess is that an MRI would be for the extent. Then they need to book him for a CT scan....I don't know why, I'm not sure of the purpose of a CT scan, to be honest I don't know why they need any more than just the MRI, it seems like smoke and mirrors. Finally he has to meet with a surgeon on December 19th. "Meet with" a month after they found it, and he's just 'meet'ing with the surgeon. The cancer can do a lot in a month, I really don't understand why the surgeon isn't consulted within the first week, if they can get it out ASAP you'd think there would be less of a chance of spreading, but apparantly this is how the system works, and it worries me, but I better watch out, if it worries me enough to cause a heart problem, it'll be a while before I can see a doctor about it.
Sorry to go all Michael Moore on you guys but I needed to get that out there. Also just to clarify, I'm not writing this for sympathy, I am doing fine, sad and worried obviously, but fine. My grandfather is the only one that deserves sympathy right now, not me.
I am reminded of a Matt Good song, I know my regular readers mostly aren't a big fan, but they're just words, you don't actually have to listen to the music:
I know that it's bad
That it's the kind that they can't operate on
And I know it's real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Styrofoam coffee cups
And bagged drugs that never work enough
And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Pop goes my patience
Hello world,
I've tried poems, I've tried insight, and I've tried education, and as successfull as those were, I'm back to rants.
I have not blogged in a bit due to lack of inspiration. It has worried me and by proxy everyone else slightly over these last few weeks, but worry no longer. As for many people my inspiration came from inside the garbage.
Let me tell you, there are so many annoying people and things about an office building. People not restocking the coffee machine so you get water instead of that gross chocolate stuff in your moccha (believe it or not I get moccha's cause I dislike the taste of coffee more than chocolate and the chocolate nesquick crap hides the coffee flavour), IT people taking forever and then not doing it right, bathroom stalls going out of order, needless politics because people don't realize we all work for the same company and figure there has to be a heiarchy and certain groups of people they can be nice too (nobody likes to cooperate with engineers), but this has to be one of the most infuriating things.
I was getting a glass of water and I looked into the garbage as I threw out my plastic cup and what I saw made me drop to my knees and curse the heavens, an empty pop corn bag. Okay, I may have overexaggerated (is there such thing as exaggerating a correct amount or not exaggerating enough?), I actually wasn't mad at the bag in the garbage at all, but my story gives a funnier image in your head of me going crazy. What I hate is the people that bring pop corn to work. Not everybody brings enough food to be full the entire day, so it's a good thing offices are big and you can't smell everybody's food cause somebody's eating all the time, but that accursed dish, the devil of all heated vegetable seeds, the fluffiest of demon foods, has a smell that carries. It's a smell that can get into every room of an office building and torment the empty bellies of the innocent. Don't ask me how it does it, my best guess is magic, and I'm most likely right. So next time you see, or most likely smell someone that has brought a bag of pop corn to work, accuse them of witchcraft and have them burned at the stake.
Disclaimer
-Daniel does not condone the burning of coworkers for witchcraft without the proper due process which includes a witch trial and cannot be accountable for anyone's actions in a court of law.-
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and just as an aside, I shall close off today's blog with a joke and a poem
Joke:
How many Surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
2, one to hold the giraffe and one to fill the bath tub with brightly coloured machine tools.
Poem: Haiku
I'm a lonely sheep
The wolf tears me to pieces
Where was my shepherd
===========================================================
Later Days
I've tried poems, I've tried insight, and I've tried education, and as successfull as those were, I'm back to rants.
I have not blogged in a bit due to lack of inspiration. It has worried me and by proxy everyone else slightly over these last few weeks, but worry no longer. As for many people my inspiration came from inside the garbage.
Let me tell you, there are so many annoying people and things about an office building. People not restocking the coffee machine so you get water instead of that gross chocolate stuff in your moccha (believe it or not I get moccha's cause I dislike the taste of coffee more than chocolate and the chocolate nesquick crap hides the coffee flavour), IT people taking forever and then not doing it right, bathroom stalls going out of order, needless politics because people don't realize we all work for the same company and figure there has to be a heiarchy and certain groups of people they can be nice too (nobody likes to cooperate with engineers), but this has to be one of the most infuriating things.
I was getting a glass of water and I looked into the garbage as I threw out my plastic cup and what I saw made me drop to my knees and curse the heavens, an empty pop corn bag. Okay, I may have overexaggerated (is there such thing as exaggerating a correct amount or not exaggerating enough?), I actually wasn't mad at the bag in the garbage at all, but my story gives a funnier image in your head of me going crazy. What I hate is the people that bring pop corn to work. Not everybody brings enough food to be full the entire day, so it's a good thing offices are big and you can't smell everybody's food cause somebody's eating all the time, but that accursed dish, the devil of all heated vegetable seeds, the fluffiest of demon foods, has a smell that carries. It's a smell that can get into every room of an office building and torment the empty bellies of the innocent. Don't ask me how it does it, my best guess is magic, and I'm most likely right. So next time you see, or most likely smell someone that has brought a bag of pop corn to work, accuse them of witchcraft and have them burned at the stake.
Disclaimer
-Daniel does not condone the burning of coworkers for witchcraft without the proper due process which includes a witch trial and cannot be accountable for anyone's actions in a court of law.-
=======================================================
and just as an aside, I shall close off today's blog with a joke and a poem
Joke:
How many Surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
2, one to hold the giraffe and one to fill the bath tub with brightly coloured machine tools.
Poem: Haiku
I'm a lonely sheep
The wolf tears me to pieces
Where was my shepherd
===========================================================
Later Days
Friday, November 16, 2007
Go Nuts for Doughnuts
I have decided to educate the masses on the science of Donuts.
The following is the order of choice in a group environment when introduced to the powder keg that is the assorted pack of doughnuts.
1) People like things that are inside of other things. Not only do you get more than the eye can see, but it baffles most on how they got the ship in the bottle, or the caramel in the caramilk bar. Because of these reasons, the boston creams, the canadian maples, the fritters and the jelly doughnuts are usually the first to go.
2) People like chocolate. Don't ask me why, I am baffled by this myself (as you may have seen earlier in my blog I think it is a horrible horrible substance), but people love chocolate. This means that the chocolate dips, the double chocolates, the chocolate sprinkles and other chocolate doughnuts go second.
3) The perfect doughnut is the honey cruller....it is sweet, it is light, it is fluffy and it is tasty. It also has the most interesting shape. Because of many's interest in things inside of things, and insane love of chocolate, these usually go third. This makes them the diamonds in the rough, but they are still noticed and thus make it ahead of many other doughnuts.
4) The glazed and dipped.....These are simple, yet tasty. You'll never hear anyone complain...oh gross this is a doughnut? gross, yuck, no thank you, but it will never get picked first in gym class. These are also a niche for men and women that think they are on a diet and the simplest doughnut is eating healthy. It is also for those that don't like heavy sweets but still want to indulge in a pastry. The exception is the vanilla dip....everyone will pick a chocolate/maple dipped or a glazed before a vanilla dip, they just don't grab people as much as their counterparts. So as far as the order in the dipped and glazed, the vanillas are usually picked last
5) The Sprinkled. Sprinkles scare people, they have lots of scary colours that overstimulate the mind, they're hard, they're messy, and they are sharp. It makes them feel inadequate as a doughnut eater. Especially at work, if they are messy at work, who knows what others will think. Emberassing things, strange things, happy things...no never happy things, stear clear of that sprinkled doughnut. If you are one of the few that can handle the horror and emberassment that is the sprinkled doughnut I applaud you, for you are a better man than I. This is why paired with the vanilla dip, the rainbow sprinkled doughnut is the bubonic plague of doughnuts. It is the ring around the rosie.....and by the end of it you will be begging for the world to all fall down. This is why the half sprinkle was invented. It gives a little handle to avoid mess, and it is one step forward in the war against sprinkles....one day, the world will be at peace and we can all once again,
go nuts for doughnuts.
I would like to thank Sean for the inspiration on this entry.
Later Days
The following is the order of choice in a group environment when introduced to the powder keg that is the assorted pack of doughnuts.
1) People like things that are inside of other things. Not only do you get more than the eye can see, but it baffles most on how they got the ship in the bottle, or the caramel in the caramilk bar. Because of these reasons, the boston creams, the canadian maples, the fritters and the jelly doughnuts are usually the first to go.
2) People like chocolate. Don't ask me why, I am baffled by this myself (as you may have seen earlier in my blog I think it is a horrible horrible substance), but people love chocolate. This means that the chocolate dips, the double chocolates, the chocolate sprinkles and other chocolate doughnuts go second.
3) The perfect doughnut is the honey cruller....it is sweet, it is light, it is fluffy and it is tasty. It also has the most interesting shape. Because of many's interest in things inside of things, and insane love of chocolate, these usually go third. This makes them the diamonds in the rough, but they are still noticed and thus make it ahead of many other doughnuts.
4) The glazed and dipped.....These are simple, yet tasty. You'll never hear anyone complain...oh gross this is a doughnut? gross, yuck, no thank you, but it will never get picked first in gym class. These are also a niche for men and women that think they are on a diet and the simplest doughnut is eating healthy. It is also for those that don't like heavy sweets but still want to indulge in a pastry. The exception is the vanilla dip....everyone will pick a chocolate/maple dipped or a glazed before a vanilla dip, they just don't grab people as much as their counterparts. So as far as the order in the dipped and glazed, the vanillas are usually picked last
5) The Sprinkled. Sprinkles scare people, they have lots of scary colours that overstimulate the mind, they're hard, they're messy, and they are sharp. It makes them feel inadequate as a doughnut eater. Especially at work, if they are messy at work, who knows what others will think. Emberassing things, strange things, happy things...no never happy things, stear clear of that sprinkled doughnut. If you are one of the few that can handle the horror and emberassment that is the sprinkled doughnut I applaud you, for you are a better man than I. This is why paired with the vanilla dip, the rainbow sprinkled doughnut is the bubonic plague of doughnuts. It is the ring around the rosie.....and by the end of it you will be begging for the world to all fall down. This is why the half sprinkle was invented. It gives a little handle to avoid mess, and it is one step forward in the war against sprinkles....one day, the world will be at peace and we can all once again,
go nuts for doughnuts.
I would like to thank Sean for the inspiration on this entry.
Later Days
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Heroes
I think I initially created this blog for nonsensical ramblings but haven't had one yet.
I figure I will take a topic inspired by Hank Yarbo, the superpowers debate. He said he would have chose breathing underwater to explore the depths of the sea. Patrick Stewart had said that he would pick doing anything with his mind like Professeur X so that he could make women's clothes fall off "she'd be scrambling for her clothes but by then it didn't matter because [he's] already seen everything" (from british comedy extras), and just as an aside, in the fantastic 4, it's probably a very good idea that they gave the girl invisibility, there's too many dirty things every guy would do with that power.
I think I would pick changing forms for shear entertainment value......Look at me I'm a clown, now I'm a platypus. What's funnier than a platypus? Nothing that's what. The Platypus, God's funniest joke. Awww damn, I forgot my halloween costume this year. Oh well, I'll be a gorilla, and then I'd change into a gorilla, a funny and convenient power. Not only that, if I actually needed to save the world or whatever, I could change into a bird to fly, a shark to swim and breath underwater, and like a T-Rex or Rhino or something for super strength. As an added bonus I could do things like change into my boss' boss and get him fired if I don't like him, or tell him to give me a break if he's riding me or something. I could be a really good spy, I could change into a tape player, and record conversations without anyone knowing I was there. Just like soundwave. In fact, that would be my super hero name, even though I could change into anything and not just a tape player, soundwave is just a cool name, and he was clearly the best transformer.
That's it for me this time.
Later days
I figure I will take a topic inspired by Hank Yarbo, the superpowers debate. He said he would have chose breathing underwater to explore the depths of the sea. Patrick Stewart had said that he would pick doing anything with his mind like Professeur X so that he could make women's clothes fall off "she'd be scrambling for her clothes but by then it didn't matter because [he's] already seen everything" (from british comedy extras), and just as an aside, in the fantastic 4, it's probably a very good idea that they gave the girl invisibility, there's too many dirty things every guy would do with that power.
I think I would pick changing forms for shear entertainment value......Look at me I'm a clown, now I'm a platypus. What's funnier than a platypus? Nothing that's what. The Platypus, God's funniest joke. Awww damn, I forgot my halloween costume this year. Oh well, I'll be a gorilla, and then I'd change into a gorilla, a funny and convenient power. Not only that, if I actually needed to save the world or whatever, I could change into a bird to fly, a shark to swim and breath underwater, and like a T-Rex or Rhino or something for super strength. As an added bonus I could do things like change into my boss' boss and get him fired if I don't like him, or tell him to give me a break if he's riding me or something. I could be a really good spy, I could change into a tape player, and record conversations without anyone knowing I was there. Just like soundwave. In fact, that would be my super hero name, even though I could change into anything and not just a tape player, soundwave is just a cool name, and he was clearly the best transformer.
That's it for me this time.
Later days
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