WAIT UNTIL I'M IN BED

There are some nights where I write a pretty run-of-the-mill post and then I crawl into bed. As I lay there trying to fall asleep, my mind begins to wander. Free from constraints of work and the stresses of the day, I can finally do my own thinking.

I usually think of some pretty good ideas for blog posts. Sometimes I’ll regret writing what I did, since my sleepy-time ideas were much better. I believe one time I worked out the problem of faster than light transportation. Or wait, was it how to get free candy from a vending machine? It was one of those two things.

Anyways, by the time morning rolls around, I’ll have forgotten all my ideas. Which explains why you’re reading the quality post before your eyes now.

I’m here all week, remember to tip your waitress!

FOUND PORN

Believe it or not, my favourite thing about the Maxim magazine web site is this slide show that they call “Found Porn“. It’s essentially a collection of images that were not intended to be dirty but somehow wound up that way. It’s good for a few minutes of tee-hees. If you’re wondering, yes, the slide show is safe for work.

WHO ARE YOU?

I have a Gmail account that I rarely use. I mainly use it to receive online receipts and I think I’ve only done this once. I don’t think I’ve told anyone what the address is because I don’t want anyone to e-mail me there.

A couple of weeks back, I get this message on my Gmail account. The text of the message is simply:

Big E,
send me your cell phone #… Do u like the cup?

There was no signature or any sign off at all. Whoever sent it, also attached the picture you see above. The e-mail address of the sender is a ten digit number from the domain mobileespn.com, which recently announced it will soon terminate its service. I’m supposing the ten digits are a telephone number on the ESPN network. Assuming the first three digits are the area code, this person has a cell phone in the state of Maryland. I don’t know anyone in Maryland, at least I don’t think I do.

Maybe the whole Maryland thing is throwing me off. Perhaps this person resides in Vancouver but has an ESPN cell phone. The picture doesn’t offer me any clues, other than the fact perhaps this person likes Snickers and the Chicago Blackhawks.

Who could this be?

RETURN TO THE DINING HALL

This evening I had dinner at my former residence, St. John’s College. The last time I was at the College was probably in late August but I hadn’t eaten there since September of 2005. I was graciously hosted by Ian, who secured me a voucher for the meal.

Dinner is exactly the same as it was the last time I ate there. Everything is laid out right where I remember it. Though, I guess there is one addition. The soups for the evening are now listed on a small chalkboard instead of being printed out a piece of paper.

Even though we’re almost a month into the school year, the new residents are apparently still getting used to being efficient in the lineup. Someone pointed out to me how a long line forms right at 6:15pm even though not that many people are going to dinner. The problem is the n00bs are taking too long in getting their salad which causes huge delays. If you’re taking more than 30 seconds to fill your salad plate, you need to get your ass moving. You current and former SJC people know what I’m talking about.

The meal itself was quite pleasant. I had chicken cordon bleu with home fries and mixed vegetables. I didn’t have room for soup but I would have taken the salmon with vegetable. My salad consisted of mixed greens, topped off by an Italian dressing and some walnuts. For dessert, I had an excellent slice of lemon cake.

There are still quite a few people I know at the College but the new faces far outnumbered the familiar ones. Oh yes, the dining room and the food might not change but every year, the new people move in. It’s weird to think I ate three years worth of dinners there. That’s a lot of meals eaten off a plastic tray.

And just like old times, I stayed from 6:15pm to 7:45pm. Out of old habits, I felt like I had wasted too much time at dinner and wanted to rush back to my room to read a paper or finish an assignment. Instead, I got in the car and had a pleasant drive back home.

BORAT IN DC

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You just knew that when the President of Kazakhstan, Nursultan Nazarbayev, was going to be visiting George Bush in Washington, Sacha Baron Cohen would not be far behind. Or should I say, Borat Sagdiyev would not be far behind.

Today, in Washington D.C., Borat held a press conference right outside the embassy of Kazakhstan. That’s pretty ballsy considering the government of Kazakhstan has been on Cohen’s case for months for distorting their image to world. Cohen is on a whirlwind tour of the US to promote his new Borat film.

There are two videos from the press conference. The first part you can view above. The second part can been seen here. If the audio is too low for you, there is a transcript of the event. It makes for a good read. Here’s just a sample of what he had to say:

“Jagshemash, my name Borat Sagdiyev. I would like to comment on recent advertisments on television and in media about my nation of Kazakhstan, saying that women are treated equally, and that all religions are tolerated – these are disgusting fabrications. These claims are part of a propoganda campaign against our country by evil nitwits Uzbekistan – who as we all know are a very nosey people, with a bone in the middle of their brain.”

OFFICE SPACE

Though I don’t hate working in a large, downtown-style office building, I’m now of the opinion it wouldn’t be so bad if I never worked in one ever again.

I currently work in a large, 20 story multi-tenant office building in downtown Vancouver. I’ve been there less than two months. Waiting for elevators is the suckiest part. If you get to the lobby around 9am, there’s tons of people waiting to get to the upper floors. There’s even lineups so that you won’t necessarily get in the first elevator that comes. I can just imagine how bad it is when the rainy season starts and everyone is jammed in there with their soggy coats and umbrellas.

Then sometimes you get these weird looks in the elevator from the rest of the tenants in my building. The other companies that use this building are accounting firms, lawyers, you know, traditional business types. In a typical elevator car, you’ll see men in business suits and ties, women in pant suits and dresses, and then guys in ripped jeans and t-shirts that shows you how to do a combo in Street Fighter 2. Guess who works at EA?

I wonder if the “suits” ever talk about us?

Anyways, I prefer working in two different extremes. One is the smaller office building. The old Backbone office was four floors in a relatively small office building. We had the entire second floor. It was cozy and intimate. Better yet was the small office building that only had one tenant, which was what Backbone now currently has.

The other extreme is the large campus that covers several acres, exactly like the EAC facility in Burnaby. There’s lots of space where things aren’t cramped because that’s how office buildings are. There’s also room for expansion if needed. Because there’s no sharing of space with other tenants, there is a much more cohesive feel to the environment. No running into Mr. Joe Accountant in the elevator.

Anyways, I’m going to bed now.