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Sunday, May 30, 2004
Wow. I don't think I've ever been so put off. If there was ever a day to experience persecution for faith, it was today.

At Friend A's house, we were watching the hockey game and goofing around online. Friend B sits down at computer with my MSN logged on. No big deal, I know the guy's got class. "Who's this?" Friend B asks. "A girl from my band". So Frind B continues talking to Girl From Band for a while, then does a double-take and says, "Wait, which band?". I answer, "From school". Friend B slowly sits back from the keyboard and says, "Oh". Oh. I say to Friend B, "I'm Christian, what difference does it make?" Friend A says, "The difference is that she's untappable". I say to both of them "She's untappable because she has a boyfriend of two years. This is a normal reason not to tap in even non-christian society". But alas, Friend B is so put off by the declaration of her faith that he decides she is no longer worth talking to.

Friend A, Friend B, myself and friends C through J (yes, 11) are going out for sushi, not long thereafter. Friend B continues making jokes like "Christian parties: No Fun Zone" and misquotes biblical principles.

Friend B: I'm sorry that you are so ignorant. Maybe you should come to a Christian party, and see what one is really like. Maybe you'd like to read the Bible too, so that you may first know what it is you are trashing, and second maybe understand it, too. This isn't the first time you've treated me like this. I wonder how many other people around you feel the same way...

Saturday, May 29, 2004
Just read some of the newest Stop Five Records, maintained by a bunch of SPC students, who are all very awesome. Some are now graduated, but they are SPC students at heart anyways...or WPBC students... whichever. I had a good laugh, although I coudln't find Josh's "Top 5 Things I got Shot with". Looked up and down and to no avail.

Monday, I will be the new proud owner of an '89 Mustang LX. Four cylinder, 2.2 Litres of tin can go-ey goodness. Y'all should ask me for a ride.

Friday, May 28, 2004
"Uhh, Strongbad, did you say doing?"

Uhh, Dave, did you say random? It is truly aparent of a lack of randomness when you have to mention it...*sigh*. You have caused this post, even by me, current ranking random King, to become quite unrandom.

You see, the nature of randomness is quite simple: it is one that speaks "show us, and do not tell us". It's an age old saying, mostly of high school english teachers, conveying the idea that when writing, we sould use words that describe and flourish an idea; we should use writing that paints a picture.

How random is something that is self-qualified randomness? "Oh, I am random" " 'Bla bla bla' is random". You can't inspect the quality of your own randomness! ...Unless you are the Inspector General of the Quality of the Kingdom of Blue, which you're not, because I am.

But freteth not! The power of randominity is thine for the taking! He who has strength to strike the key has strength to behold amazingness amongst his readers. Be amazed by example the first: "rando..jeklajklcjekl huiep 3nbjk".

In any case...I want more things to code. Does anyone know the url to Donkers & Crew's "Top 5" website?

And WHERE THE HECK IS JAMES? No doubt fell into a pit.

You know it's strange...

I go online to check the e-mail and the blog and all the fun online stuff at 11:00pm before I go to work.

Then, when work is done, I come home, usually around 8:00, tonight at 5:00, and do the same: check e-mail and the blog and all the fun stuff. Why??

Do I expect there to be new mail? New blog entries? New anything? Is there life after midnight? Certainetly not, this aint the city that don't sleep.

I find myself discovering every day more and more super-ridiculously high expectations I have for people, and the world.

I wonder if expecting nothing is an acceptable mode of compensation.

I had a friendship once, where I learnt that I was happiest when I didn't expect anything. I realized that she was continuously letting me down, but once I expected nothing, she wasn't letting me down, thus making things happy.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Here's what's got my goat today.

To all you who don't say "Bye" on the phone, yea, your time is coming. You know what I mean.

For eons now, man has chosen to communicate by telephone, guided by a strict code of conduct and of courtesy. And let me tell you, for eons they chose it NOT so that some pompus asses may throw out all pleasentries and conventions. No, instead, they chose it because it is a morally acceptable way of communicating.

Now, due to society's heavy influence on pop-culture, and pop-culture's heavy influence on society, the use of the phone on television has been greatly stimulated. It may be noted that almost every telephone conversaion I have witnessed on TV, including shows like "24" and "The Simpsons", nearly every conversation pays no homage to the eras of telephone code of conduct building. Nearly everyone one of them hangs up without a simple "bye".

Some advice: Television does not reflect reality. Some of us require a confirmation of completion, a sence of closure to everyday things. Just because the show wants to save the quarter of a second it takes to say "Bye" for advertising purposes, does not make it ok in real life.

THE NEXT PERSON TO PHONE AND HANG UP WITHOUT SAYING "BYE" IS GONNA GET IT.

**a-hem**

Monday, May 24, 2004
Whoa! Seems I'm first back from History Maker.

Umm, what the heck, on the Coquihala, with the construction?! THREE LANES INTO ONE, MAY LONG WEEKEND. I was/am severely annoyed. It turned a four hour trip into an NINE hour trip. How seriously uncool. Anybody else suffer this horrible atrocity?

Thing most worthy of remembering from History Maker: if a scary, fat, naked man possessed by 2000 demons can make it to the feet of Jesus, what makes us think that our little problems are reason enough to stay away from His feet? We need to be at His feet more often.

Other thing most worthy of remembering from History Maker: watching the youth go crazy for God. I hope they keep doing that. That it's not an HM fad that will go away. Boo fad-ness.

Seriously, coding rocks.

Friday, May 21, 2004
Check out the new profiles! ------------>

Mine is all hooked up, so you can read about me if you want, but Dave and James have to allow their profiles to be "shared", so for now the links work, but they're linked to "nothing". Guys, lemme know if you want different pictures than the ones there.

For some strange reason, I am thoroughly enjoying editing code.

N - not
E - everyone
R - realizes:
D - dumb
I - idiots
N - never
E - escape
S - social
S - stupidity

Thursday, May 20, 2004
I have heard rumours that the following current SPC students will be attending History Maker in Kamloops this May long weekend, 2004:
Kimbo
Saralynn
Dave
Daryl
Sherah
Corneliu
Karleen
Dave Funk
anybody who is a youth intern...

Exciting! I will be going.

"Wuzzah" is an expressive word of speedy disbelief. I don't know how one disbelief is faster than the other, but just say it, "Wuzzah!" Doesn't it feel fast?

--Quoted from e-mail I sent today

Tuesday, May 18, 2004
What the---

Who hacks at 6am? Go away! I can see you trying to access that port. No, you may not enter. No! You may NOT pass go! Do not collect $200...figuritively OR literally.

Look, pal. I have your IP address...or what appears to be your IP address. If you keep it up, as you have been "keeping it up", then I will surely report you. Then you will suffer a gruesome, slow and painful de--sconection from the internet. Worse than death! HA!

I'm poking you with a fork. You should get the picture by now. Unless you truly are some kind of moron. MORON!

Friday, May 14, 2004
Ever sneezed black bougers? I just did. I think I'm broken.

It has come to my attention that in the Random Dominion, I am a lone blogger. It has been a week now since a comrade has rode out beside me; since a fellow trekkie has trekked with me; since I have read the random thoughts of a Random Dominion Blogger.

Surely, they will return. I have complete faith in my team. It's like I'm Ensign Kim, with Lieutenant Torres, trapped in the Okompa colony, under rock and behind a forcefield, waiting for Captain Janeway to find me.

BTW...Did j'all know that the woman who plays 24's Sherry Palmer is the same woman that plays the girlfriend of Captain Sisko of DS9?? WHACK.

Umm...too much Star Trek, methinks.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Ok seriously. Why do radio stations have weather forcasts at 3am?

1) Who is up at 3am? Me, yes. Why am I up? Because I have to work. Working graveyard. Which means, when I drive to work, it's dark. When I leave work, it's dark. A sunny forcast means NOTHING TO ME.

2) Even if it's the forecast for tomorrow, I won't see it because now, I'M SLEEPING!

3) Is this some kind of lame attempt at making people working graveyard feel better. "Oh we got a day of sun coming up!" Sun is always positive, always makes people feel better. Well I got news for you pompus, arrogant, ignorant radio peoples with faces for TV: nothing can brighten the day of a graveyard shift worker.

Good night!...Err...Good morning? Now I'm all confused.

Friday, May 07, 2004
I have often wondered where lint comes from. Are they tiny parts of our t-shirts and other coton products? Are they waste product of dustmites? Are they simply fundamental particles to the balance of the universe?

Where does lint go? Surely, not every piece of lint passes through the dryer, where presides the feared lint trap. Why then, do we not see piles of lint everywhere? "Jolly good, mate. You're house at eight.....holy macerole! That be a bloody giant pile o' lint, if I did ever see one!"

What about lint as an industriable resourse? You could use it in an "absorption pack". Spill some oil in the water, throw a lint bag at it and soak it all up!

Lint seems to get everywhere, but seems to go nowhere, and is always there when you...need...it.

if ross and rachel are together, there is hope for the least of us...

Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."

So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.

I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.

Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.

It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.