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Last week we had a little birthday party for Carolyn and Rhonda. Here now are some selected pics from the event.

Tonight I went and saw Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. The TV commercials may look kinda stupid, but as far as comedies go, it’s a pretty good movie. There are plenty of laugh out loud moments. It’s also got Neil Patrick Harris in it. You can bet any movie with NPH in it will be a good one.

I also enjoyed the movie because, for a change, the two male leads weren’t your typical “Hollywood” actors. When was the last time you saw a Korean and Indian guy carry a movie? The movie touched upon the reality of being a visible minority in North America, but in a very funny and entertaining way.

And for the record, Phil and I went to get some fast food after the movie. Extreme!

I have decided I will take tonight to clean both my room and my bathroom. I will use my new citrus-scented Swiffer Wet cloths.

If you know me, two things I love talking about are Will Ferrell and the White House. Lucky for me, I’ve found something that combines the two. It’s called White House West. Go have a look. Be entertained. Get informed. Thanks to Matt Farish for the link.

As I type this my site and e-mail are down, but of course, if you’re reading this, then everything will have been fixed.

I’ve put a call into the proper parties and I hope they can figure out what has gone wrong.

Thank you for your patience.

I wish I could write something substantial, but I am really, really tired right now. In the meantime, please look at this plate of fried chicken.

It is before 7am and I am unhappy to report that I’ve had less than three hours sleep. Why? Because of that damn Wreck Beach fire.

It’s hard to sleep when helicopters are landing outside your window every 15 minutes or so. More later. Arrggggghhh.

I got my new digital camera today. It’s smaller than my old camera and everything seems to be a little more thought out in terms of functionality.

Tonight, we had a little combined birthday party for Rhonda and Carolyn. I made use of the video feature on my camera.

bday.mov – 8.1 Mb (Quicktime required)

I’m going to try to get some video editing software to tweak the sizes and add in titles and transitions. Star wipe!

The great thing about writing to my blog is that it can be cathartic at times. I can get things off my chest and generally feel better afterwards. This post is one of those times.

In all my years of driving a car, I have only pumped my own gas twice. I can’t even remember what the hell you do when you’re finished pumping your gas. I know if the station is old, you go in and pay. Do ya tell the guy what pump you’re at? Does he know how much you need to pay? I sure as hell don’t know.

If the gas station is new, I know that there are instructions at the pump so you can pay with debit or credit card right at the pump.

The whole point is that pumping gas is a very foreign activity to me. You might be asking why. Well, there are two main reasons. First, I don’t own a car, never had and probably won’t for a long time. When you don’t own a car, you usually don’t need worry about car related things like changing the oil and or buying wiper fluid. It’s the same reason why I don’t need condoms.

Now, you might be asking if I’ve ever borrowed my parents’ cars. You bet your ass I have. Now you might be thinking that I’m a pretty bad son for not once filling up the tank when I’ve driven my parents’ cars. Well, you’d be wrong, I’ve gassed up both my parents’ cars more times than I can count. Here’s the twist though. Everyone of those times I’ve gassed up, I did it in Coquitlam. Coquitlam just happens to have a by-law where every gas station in the city must full service. Not self-serve and full service, only full service. Someone has to pump your gas for you. There is no other option in Coquitlam.

So, those are the two reasons why I have no idea what to do at a self-serve gas station. Phew, I feel better now.

P.S. Try reading the post again, except replace “pumping gas” with “having sex”. It’s fun that way as well.

No, I did not see the fireworks tonight. I do, however, know where I want to see them next… Spanish Banks. Tonight, a group of SJC residents drove down to Spanish Banks. They left around 9:30pm. Parking was apparently no problem. They waited less than half an hour for the show to start. They were back before 11pm. No mess, no fuss, a quick and to the point way of seeing fireworks.

This is where I want to go on Saturday. Anyone want to drive me? Chris Conklin, I’m looking in your direction. Maybe we can take some ladies with us. Or, more likely, we’ll wind up going by ourselves.