In a previous post, I wrote about the coin that was jammed in the vending machine next to my office. Today, armed with a set of nail clippers, I grabbed the coin and pulled like there was no tomorrow. Though completely covered with adhesive on one side, I managed to pull the coin out. It was a dime, not a quarter as I had suspected.

On my lunch hour today, I’m going to buy a new car.


Whoops, it’s way past my bed time, but I’d like to get this public address out of the way.

Does anyone have a copy of Max Payne they want to lend me or let me buy for cheap?

It’s $30 at Futureshop and only $20 at that place near Broadway Chapters, but they don’t have any in stock. Can anyone help me out?


I had a really busy weekend, and as I eluded to before, which included making a statement to the campus RCMP. I’ll write about it later, but I’m just too tired to do it now.

However, I do not want to deprive my five readers of their $0.10 worth of entertainment. In the meantime, please take a look at the following photo. It’s from President Bush’s recent trip to Africa. Here we see Pres. Bush, first lady Laura Bush, and their 21-year old daughter Barbara, observing some elephants in the wild. Note that two of the elephants are engaging in reproductive activities. That’s comedy gold Jerry! Gold!


Bryan, Pat, and I watched a whole bunch of clips from several DVDs tonight. We watched the pod racing scene and every lightsaber fight scene in Phantom Menance. Then we watched The Final Flight of the Osiris from The Animatrix. Next up, was the mental hospitial breakout scene from Terminator 2. The finale was the lobby scene and subway fight sequence from The Matrix.

You can imagine what images are going through my mind right now. I know I’m really tired right now and it’s nearly 4am in the morning but I think I need to stay up just a few more minutes.

If I had more energy, I’d write about what happened to Bryan and I earlier this evening. We had to give statements to the RCMP! More on that later… as soon as I can get the whoom-whoom-whoom sound of my head.


So there’s this pop machine not 20 feet away from my office at work. About two weeks ago, I noticed there was quarter that had been shoved near the coin slot. Its orientation is hard to explain, but I’ll do my best . The front of the coin slot is covered with this heavy duty metal foil skin that provides the artwork for the machine. On this foil is the picture of the coins, like a Twoonie, Loonie, etc. Shoved between this heavy duty foil and the actual machine housing is this quarter. I can see it because a small sliver of the coin is jutting out from where the foil has been cut out so that people can put coins in the slot.

You can’t miss it, because it’s right where you put the coins in. How could anyone miss that? Anyways, the first time I saw it, I tried pulling the coin out all the way with my fingers, but it wouldn’t budge. It seemed so simple to get, but the damn thing wouldn’t move.

I had to leave it, but I noticed that over the subsequent two weeks or so, the coin remained. This tells me that coin has been seen by many people now, and undoubtedly they’ve tried to grab the damn thing too. It also tells me though, that while lots of people have probably tried to dislodge it, no one has succeeded which means it’s jammed in there real tight.

Well, five minutes ago, I just bought a can of Coke and there that coin was again. This time, I pulled my keys out and tried pushing the coin from the other side. I was pushing this way and that, half expecting to see a hologram of Princess Leia before that quarter. After minutes of this and enduring the stare of a girl that wallked past me, I was forced to give up.

How is that stupid quarter held in there?


Around 11pm this evening I wanted to take a shower after going to the beach. I was chewing some gum and before I knew it, I was in the shower. I showered the whole time with gum in my mouth. I’ve never done that before.

Who has bathed with gum in their mouth before? Hands up!


I just found this article about a new study from New Scientist magazine. Rather than re-hash it, I’ve quoted a portion of it:

Geniuses and criminals may not seem to have much in common but they both do their best work in their 30s — and mainly to impress the opposite sex.

When Satoshi Kanazawa, of the University of Canterbury in New Zealand, studied biographies of prominent, mostly male scientists he discovered that they made their key discovery before their mid 30s, around the same age that criminal behavior peaks.

He believes the male competitive urge to attract females is a driving force for the scientific and criminal achievements, according to New Scientist magazine.

“They do whatever they do in order to get laid,” said Kanazawa.

Wow. So that’s why I’m in grad school. Must… discover… how to… breed… cats… with… dogs… soon…


The server upon which resides will be physically moving from its current location (the storeroom of an AOV store in Whalley) to a new location in downtown Vancouver. That means this site and my e-mail will be unavailable for several hours as the server physically makes it way from Whalley to downtown, most likely on a Skytrain and/or a bus. Once taken off-line, the server will have additional hard drive storage installed. This means that I will be able to host bootleg copies of The Matrix Reloaded, Finding Nemo, The Hulk, Charlie’s Angels 2, and Terminator 3. Actually, I’m kidding about that, but you have no idea how much additional traffic I just generated from Google by typing that sentence.

The larger hard drive space gives me more options in terms of the quantity and type of files I can host, but I don’t have any definitive plans for that yet.

I don’t know the date of the move yet. It most likely will occur in August sometime. So, if one day you’re trying to read my blog to see if I had a burger for lunch, and the site is down, you’ll know why.


I found this article on-line while I was surfing on my lunch hour today. The topic: how to decipher signs from a girl that is romantically interested in you. I was quite interested in this piece because historically, I’ve required signs as overt as a metaphorical billboard to figure out what the hell a girl is trying to tell me.

When I read the article though, I was dismayed with the various disclaimers littered through out. This sign means this, but then again it might not mean that. I guess that’s understandable and just plain reality, but it kinda reinforces my point of view that women, in general, can be extremely hard to figure out. Also some of those signs that are described are dicey at best. I’ve had several women exhibit one or two of those signs, and I knew for sure she wasn’t interested.

For the five people that read this blog, I’d like to open the floor up for discussion. Failing that, let’s talk about the 13 year-old Indian boy who still has flies coming out of his wang.