I was just the vicitim of someone else's elevator fart.
Disgusting yet hilarious.
I contributed to the cause and quickly ran to my apartment.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
You know what's odd?
I haven't told any of my friends here in the hammer about this blog.
I guess it's mainly because of the happenings in February, when the wife of a one of the electricians at work somehow managed to "google" me or something, and wound up finding my blog, and before I knew it the particulars of my rocket fuel weekend were going around the plant. Hence, I packed up and changed sites, removing all mention of my first name and any personal content beyond "reid-o". I still google myself once in while to make sure I'm still under the radar. I've been asked since then where my blog went, and told people that I took it down.
So now, the reason all this is funny is because essentially 99% of what I write about is what I've been up to... a lot of which involves the new people I've met here. So, I'm thinking I might let them in on it - on the condition that they don't tell that electrician's wife.
In other news, Ashton and his ami-femme Marie are heading to New Zealand in 12 days!! That's fucked. I'm pretty proud of him tho. I know he's kinda been itchin to do something crazy like this for some time, and the two of them have actually got the balls to get up and do it. Awesome stuff. I'm sure it's going to be an amazing time.... althought hopefully not so amazing that we never see them back in Canada agian! Who am I kidding? He's hooked on maple syrup and hockey. They won't be gone long :). Ashton's also claimed that he's going to start blogging about his New Zealand adventure, so I've added his new blog to the sidebar. Be sure to check in on the boy and see how he's doing from time to time.
Bon voyage, Ross.
I guess it's mainly because of the happenings in February, when the wife of a one of the electricians at work somehow managed to "google" me or something, and wound up finding my blog, and before I knew it the particulars of my rocket fuel weekend were going around the plant. Hence, I packed up and changed sites, removing all mention of my first name and any personal content beyond "reid-o". I still google myself once in while to make sure I'm still under the radar. I've been asked since then where my blog went, and told people that I took it down.
So now, the reason all this is funny is because essentially 99% of what I write about is what I've been up to... a lot of which involves the new people I've met here. So, I'm thinking I might let them in on it - on the condition that they don't tell that electrician's wife.
In other news, Ashton and his ami-femme Marie are heading to New Zealand in 12 days!! That's fucked. I'm pretty proud of him tho. I know he's kinda been itchin to do something crazy like this for some time, and the two of them have actually got the balls to get up and do it. Awesome stuff. I'm sure it's going to be an amazing time.... althought hopefully not so amazing that we never see them back in Canada agian! Who am I kidding? He's hooked on maple syrup and hockey. They won't be gone long :). Ashton's also claimed that he's going to start blogging about his New Zealand adventure, so I've added his new blog to the sidebar. Be sure to check in on the boy and see how he's doing from time to time.
Bon voyage, Ross.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Peace, Propaganda & The Promised Land
My buddy Naeim has been carrying a link on his msn/google talk name for the last few weeks, and I finally took the time yesterday to sit down and watch it.
It's a mini-documentary about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. More specifically, it's about the PR slant that the American media has been placing on the events. Now, I don't profess to be any kind of world affairs aficionado, but if you've got an hour and twenty minutes to spare, I would recommend watching it. Quite an eye opener, albeit for very sad reasons.
Peace, Propaganda & The Promised Land
It's a mini-documentary about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. More specifically, it's about the PR slant that the American media has been placing on the events. Now, I don't profess to be any kind of world affairs aficionado, but if you've got an hour and twenty minutes to spare, I would recommend watching it. Quite an eye opener, albeit for very sad reasons.
Peace, Propaganda & The Promised Land
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Ontario gets a case of the Ricketts
Yo..
So it was quite the weekend, as we had hoped. Ricketts, who is one of my best friends, flew in from Edmonton last Thursday morning. He spent the day touring TO and then hooked up with PWall and Jennifer for dinner that evening. I actually had a company fishing trip out on Lake Erie that afternoon, so he agreed to meet up with me here in the Hammer later that evening for some boozin.
The boy got in around 9:30, and we headed on down to ye olde Hess Village. It was pretty good for a Thursday night... not crazy busy like the weekend, but enough people to feel like you were amongst the crowd. Ricketts and I had a few pints (including a pretty stellar Black-n-Tan at the Gown & Gavel), and we just shot the shit like old times. It was pretty sweet. We actually came to the realization that it had been a year to the very day since we last hung out - it was at his birthday/going away party back at Larkhall. How fast does a year go? In any event, it was great to catch up with the boy and have a laugh, particularly about the life and times of a particular classmate who shall remain unnamed.
Anyway... the biggest news to come from the night [with exception to the half-pack of colt cigars we found at the bar and smoked] was that Ricketts, who is getting married next summer, asked me to be his best man. I gladly accepted. It's going to be an honor and a privilege to stand for those guys. Truthfully, no one deserves happiness more - just ask anyone who knows them. So yeah.. that's big news. It's gonna make the wedding and my trip home next July all the sweeter. It also means I have to start planning the bachelor party :) Oh snap. So far, I'm envisioning strippers, a ballerina suit for Ricketts, and some sort of leather whip for the ladies to use.
We were up fairly early on Friday to hit the road for Ottawa. Traffic was alright, so we managed to get up for G on time, and were into O-town by mid-afternoon. We picked up Northcott, dropped off the ladies, and headed on down for a mini tour of the houses of parliament and downtown Ottawa. That night it was over to Bus & Matt's for Century Club (at least, for Northcott, Ricketts and I). The club went well, tho I think we started to miss a few minutes. Shoulda brought Ray's cd's! Anyway... all was well until Matt showed up with some gow and everything got a bit hazy. I woke up in the morning lying next to Ricketts on a mostly deflated air mattress with my ass on the ground and my feet 3 feet in the air. Goodtimes.
The boys and I went golfing on Saturday. It wasn't the best of days on the score card, but it was the best of days otherwise. Too bad Ray couldn't have been there to complete the 4some like old times, but from what I can guess, he was in Amsterdam getting baked at the time. After golf we went for seafood at Red Lobster. That was friggin awesome, and (as a Newfoundlander, I am honestly ashamed to admit this) it was my first time having a meal of crab and lobster. All my life, I thought I didn't like it! Turns out I love it. So yeah, pretty funny.
After dinner we went to Mabbit's for a beer, and then we headed on back to Jen & Steves for a few evening sociables. We ended up sitting in the living room and talking and laughing until about 5 in the morning. Awesome. It was just like old times.
We got up around noon on Sunday and headed to Denny's for brunch (another 1st for me). I think we must have been there for like 2 hours or something ridiculous. Again, it was great to sit with 5 of my great friends and catch up. But alas, all good weekends must come to an end, and G, Ricketts and I hit the road around 3, and burned back to the Tdot. We stopped at the big apple to grab a penny souvenir for the awesome weekend, and before we knew it, the it was all over just as fast as it began.
It's pretty crazy to think that we have all reached a point in our lives where we've stopped measuring the next time we'll see each other in days or weeks, and we've started measuring it in months and years.
I guess this is growing up.
However, it's also pretty crazy how a group of friends can be separated for months and years, and still instantly fall back into the great times they once had.
As long as I've got that, maybe I don't mind growing up.
So it was quite the weekend, as we had hoped. Ricketts, who is one of my best friends, flew in from Edmonton last Thursday morning. He spent the day touring TO and then hooked up with PWall and Jennifer for dinner that evening. I actually had a company fishing trip out on Lake Erie that afternoon, so he agreed to meet up with me here in the Hammer later that evening for some boozin.
The boy got in around 9:30, and we headed on down to ye olde Hess Village. It was pretty good for a Thursday night... not crazy busy like the weekend, but enough people to feel like you were amongst the crowd. Ricketts and I had a few pints (including a pretty stellar Black-n-Tan at the Gown & Gavel), and we just shot the shit like old times. It was pretty sweet. We actually came to the realization that it had been a year to the very day since we last hung out - it was at his birthday/going away party back at Larkhall. How fast does a year go? In any event, it was great to catch up with the boy and have a laugh, particularly about the life and times of a particular classmate who shall remain unnamed.
Anyway... the biggest news to come from the night [with exception to the half-pack of colt cigars we found at the bar and smoked] was that Ricketts, who is getting married next summer, asked me to be his best man. I gladly accepted. It's going to be an honor and a privilege to stand for those guys. Truthfully, no one deserves happiness more - just ask anyone who knows them. So yeah.. that's big news. It's gonna make the wedding and my trip home next July all the sweeter. It also means I have to start planning the bachelor party :) Oh snap. So far, I'm envisioning strippers, a ballerina suit for Ricketts, and some sort of leather whip for the ladies to use.
We were up fairly early on Friday to hit the road for Ottawa. Traffic was alright, so we managed to get up for G on time, and were into O-town by mid-afternoon. We picked up Northcott, dropped off the ladies, and headed on down for a mini tour of the houses of parliament and downtown Ottawa. That night it was over to Bus & Matt's for Century Club (at least, for Northcott, Ricketts and I). The club went well, tho I think we started to miss a few minutes. Shoulda brought Ray's cd's! Anyway... all was well until Matt showed up with some gow and everything got a bit hazy. I woke up in the morning lying next to Ricketts on a mostly deflated air mattress with my ass on the ground and my feet 3 feet in the air. Goodtimes.
The boys and I went golfing on Saturday. It wasn't the best of days on the score card, but it was the best of days otherwise. Too bad Ray couldn't have been there to complete the 4some like old times, but from what I can guess, he was in Amsterdam getting baked at the time. After golf we went for seafood at Red Lobster. That was friggin awesome, and (as a Newfoundlander, I am honestly ashamed to admit this) it was my first time having a meal of crab and lobster. All my life, I thought I didn't like it! Turns out I love it. So yeah, pretty funny.
After dinner we went to Mabbit's for a beer, and then we headed on back to Jen & Steves for a few evening sociables. We ended up sitting in the living room and talking and laughing until about 5 in the morning. Awesome. It was just like old times.
We got up around noon on Sunday and headed to Denny's for brunch (another 1st for me). I think we must have been there for like 2 hours or something ridiculous. Again, it was great to sit with 5 of my great friends and catch up. But alas, all good weekends must come to an end, and G, Ricketts and I hit the road around 3, and burned back to the Tdot. We stopped at the big apple to grab a penny souvenir for the awesome weekend, and before we knew it, the it was all over just as fast as it began.
It's pretty crazy to think that we have all reached a point in our lives where we've stopped measuring the next time we'll see each other in days or weeks, and we've started measuring it in months and years.
I guess this is growing up.
However, it's also pretty crazy how a group of friends can be separated for months and years, and still instantly fall back into the great times they once had.
As long as I've got that, maybe I don't mind growing up.
Monday, August 07, 2006
August, and everything after
Hey all...
So it's been a pretty memorable summer thus far.... i again apologize for the lapse in updates.. but the bottom line is I'm still doing better than most of you, so that's all that matters.
So... as always, I suppose I should jump back to where I left off. The weekend after my last post, my co-worker and now good friend Brad invited me up to his hometown for his bachelor party. Man, that kid was a wreck. Friggin good times tho. Just kinda reinforces the fact that small town Ontario folk aren't so different from we Newfs. It was a great weekend... and I'll leave it at that, cause what happens at a bachelor party stays at a bachelor party.
The weekend after that I went home!! So sweet. It was pretty fucked to think about the fact that I left work at lunch time on Friday, and was drunk in the middle of a feild in Red Cliff by 10pm that night. Nice. That's what I call a vacation. It was a great weekend of getting tangly with old friends (Bri, Les, Patti & I went to the concert), spending time with the fam and the extended fam, and hittin pause old school at Indian Arm pond. Patti has some great shots from the feild here. All in all, a stellar 9 days. It was crazy, cause when I came back, I felt like I had been away for a year. It was messed. But all good things must come to an end, and I look forward to this time next year when I'm back in the rock during the summer for Ricketts' wedding.
Took it easy last weekend, as we (the recent hires of my company - Jaimes, Brad, Rob, Mel and myself) were taking a company trip to Chicago to attend a seminar for new young professionals. It was basically a wine-n-dine company brainwashing session to convince us that we love our jobs and we want to stay with the company. Whatever. I'll accept your free booze, food and fancy hotels. In all seriousness, it was a good opportunity to meet some of the corporate big wigs and put some faces with the names, so that's all good.
This past weekend was pretty sweet. Hoff and Myself ended up getting lit both nights. Friday I showed up over at his place to toss a few back and watch the clock blink 420. We then proceeded to go out to a local westdale jazz restaurant for a steak dinner and some live music. Stellar. Naturally the party migrated down to Hess, where I believe their version of Mardi Gras was going on. Pretty busy spot. We went to at least 3 bars that I can remember. I think.
Much the same on Saturday, showed up for BBQ with a doz of laker and the evening pretty well writes itself. We were gonna go rent Chappelle's Show: The Lost Episodes, but they were all sold out so we got the Trailer Park Boys, which is a pretty close second.
This coming weekend promises to be good, as we here in Ontario are going to be graced with none other than the Ricketts. Should be a blast. I plan on taking him out Thursday night to show him a bit of life in the Hammer, and then we're hitting the road with G on Friday for our Nation's Capital and the debauchery to ensue. Can't hardly wait.
So yeah, things are well. Hot as hell, but I'm still kickin. Later days..
So it's been a pretty memorable summer thus far.... i again apologize for the lapse in updates.. but the bottom line is I'm still doing better than most of you, so that's all that matters.
So... as always, I suppose I should jump back to where I left off. The weekend after my last post, my co-worker and now good friend Brad invited me up to his hometown for his bachelor party. Man, that kid was a wreck. Friggin good times tho. Just kinda reinforces the fact that small town Ontario folk aren't so different from we Newfs. It was a great weekend... and I'll leave it at that, cause what happens at a bachelor party stays at a bachelor party.
The weekend after that I went home!! So sweet. It was pretty fucked to think about the fact that I left work at lunch time on Friday, and was drunk in the middle of a feild in Red Cliff by 10pm that night. Nice. That's what I call a vacation. It was a great weekend of getting tangly with old friends (Bri, Les, Patti & I went to the concert), spending time with the fam and the extended fam, and hittin pause old school at Indian Arm pond. Patti has some great shots from the feild here. All in all, a stellar 9 days. It was crazy, cause when I came back, I felt like I had been away for a year. It was messed. But all good things must come to an end, and I look forward to this time next year when I'm back in the rock during the summer for Ricketts' wedding.
Took it easy last weekend, as we (the recent hires of my company - Jaimes, Brad, Rob, Mel and myself) were taking a company trip to Chicago to attend a seminar for new young professionals. It was basically a wine-n-dine company brainwashing session to convince us that we love our jobs and we want to stay with the company. Whatever. I'll accept your free booze, food and fancy hotels. In all seriousness, it was a good opportunity to meet some of the corporate big wigs and put some faces with the names, so that's all good.
This past weekend was pretty sweet. Hoff and Myself ended up getting lit both nights. Friday I showed up over at his place to toss a few back and watch the clock blink 420. We then proceeded to go out to a local westdale jazz restaurant for a steak dinner and some live music. Stellar. Naturally the party migrated down to Hess, where I believe their version of Mardi Gras was going on. Pretty busy spot. We went to at least 3 bars that I can remember. I think.
Much the same on Saturday, showed up for BBQ with a doz of laker and the evening pretty well writes itself. We were gonna go rent Chappelle's Show: The Lost Episodes, but they were all sold out so we got the Trailer Park Boys, which is a pretty close second.
This coming weekend promises to be good, as we here in Ontario are going to be graced with none other than the Ricketts. Should be a blast. I plan on taking him out Thursday night to show him a bit of life in the Hammer, and then we're hitting the road with G on Friday for our Nation's Capital and the debauchery to ensue. Can't hardly wait.
So yeah, things are well. Hot as hell, but I'm still kickin. Later days..
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