A long time ago, in a Province far far away...
Well, I wanted to document the WONDERS OF THE FAR EAST, but somebody drained the batteries of the camera, so I guess it will have to wait till next post. So I leave you instead, with some words of wisdom...
"The Valley Shall soon go to hell in a Louis Vuitton Handbag without your [my] ruling quality" -
from The Wisdom of Hockey Girl
"Everyone is Here, except for the people who left." -
from The Book of WWoN
"Cornflakes" - Riker the Dog
"ALL PRAISE THE ALL MIGHTY, ALL KNOWING, ALL SEEING KING OF MAUVE, MAY HE, WHO IS SO ENLIGHTEN, BLESS MY EVER SO HUMBLE BLOG WITH HIS FAMOUS WIT AND LIGHT HUMOR!!!!" -
from The Life and Times of a Trekier (no joke, I did not write this myself)
There you go folks, should hold you off till i get the camera charged!
And Little did they Suspect, the King Too was Plotting against them...
OH AND YE WHO DO NOT FEAR ME, SHALL MEET MY WRATH....
So, I spent my first real days at work! How was it? Lets put it this way, as a summer job, it will do, but its not something you want to be doing for the rest of your life, thats for sure. Any ways, I am a 'Grillguy' which means I cook the hamburgers, amoungst a variety of other things. Now apprently, being a 'Grillguy' means I'm part of some sort of bizzare elite group of 'grillguys' who all seem to know each other. And my brother is part of this bizzare fraternity. Ahhhhh, it begins to make sense. Yesterday, the grillmaster, wasn't there, but still, i could feel his presence "your brother's hilarious, you don't talk as much as he does, if you want to be a good grill guy, don't do anything your brother tells you.' That sort of thing. Some of you are aware of the nature of fast food (WWoN of us, at least has worked at a certain competitor; I'm not naming names, but this company seems to have a thing about monarchies).
And Lil'Persia, you'll be happy to know that i understand what you mean when you talk of 'not being hungary' after cooking all day. Apparently, according to others, you body can literally absorb the nutrieants coming off the food. After spending several hours on the grill, I had to make myself... it was late, 9 pm, and I had not eaten since morning. However, the question then is, why do I not experience this while cooking at home... well, if I may speculate 1) usually when I cook big, I have people helping me, allowing me to escape the kitchen 2) in other cases, I ususally only cook enough for me 3) I am very big, and absorb a smaller percentage of nutrients then you, who are very small.
In other news, a friend, whom we shall refer to as MR. PARLIAMENT, will be celebrating yet another year of life. Congradulations to the Right Honarable Prime Minister of the UBC Parliament.
Yes, so if this is subdued and sad, as SOME of us (notably a certain Moonshiner out there, you know who you are) tough cookies, good night everyone, I'll be here all week, try the Veal!!!
Meanwhile, Back in Onatrio...
GREETINGS SMALL BEINGS, BEHOLD MY MIGHTY GLORY AND MY GLORIOUS MIGHT, I AM THE KING O'MAUVE... so yeap, my first day at working at wendy's, yay, it was only orientation... this should be... interesting... Their orientation videos are interesting... strange... cult-like...
Hmmm, need to get a new set of postcards for the girls... I like to ammuse myself by sending postcards to the girls... plus I've picked up new members of 'the girls' so I will need to buy extra cards...
Lets see, while WWoN is heavily medicated, because of a incident that invovled the removal of teeth... its so fun to talk to heavily medicated people!
hmmm, this blog needs something more.
Lets do a list: THINGS THAT PLEASE ME ABOUT ONTARIO
- my swamp
- the currant lack of cold and rain
- my xbox (yay)
- my fat orange and white cat, Zacheriah
- historical buildings
- Museums, Museums, Museums
- The manifold libraries, thank you to Carleton and Ottawa Univ for use of your lovely facilities, not that you knew it
- every where is named -ville(Kemptville, Brockville, Spencerville[aka, Brian's town, techinically]), or they have really bizzare names, like Millar's Corner, or Oxford Station
- The Kanata shopping center
- the word Kanata
- being able to see all the sites of Ottawa, such as the Parliment buildings, the really big churches, the Revenue Canada HQ (it is literally a dark castle), even that ugly pile of concreate and jutting metal the Americans call an embassy
- being with my family... most of the time... ahem...
Thats all for now folks, Live Long and Prosper!
WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE OF THE FORD
PITIFUL BEINGS, LEND ME YOUR EARS... My friend, whom we shall call, Falkland Cowgirl, has gotten a car... but no ordinary car, NAY, nothing less then a Ford Tempo... As some of you know, I too once owned a Ford Tempo, but a rainy day and an incident that may have invovled shriners changed all of that... still a noble car, like the model T but with more colours.
speaking of cars, my brothers car was attacked by a bird again. I will list the currant number of attacks.
1) Turkey
2) Owl
3) Sparrow
I'm starting a pool to bet on whats going to attack his car next
The currant contenders:
Hawk, eagle, magpie, robin, cardinal, pigon, Joe clark, chicken, duck, goose, pheonix, Ostriche
The tables close next monday
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