So why didn't he do anything about it? Why didn't he come up with the iPad?

May contain peanuts? I hope so.

Ok, so I know that the dumb blonde chick jokes are very patronizing and generally wrong but still. This girl makes some very good points, depending on your own views of course.

Well the morning if day one started off early. We got up at around 7:00am and tried to finish off the last few things we had to do before our trip. Well as it turned out we had a lot more to finish off than we thought and didn't end up leaving until 10:30am.

The driving went quite well and went surprisingly fast. Nicholas was kept entertained and the traffic was moving well. We made a stop in Hinton for gas and the mandatory bathroom break. We, (and by we I mean me) were able to drive as far as a provincial campsite just before Kamloops. That's where we ended day one. I recorded an audioboo here of the lovely bird chorus.

Day 2 started off good and went downhill from there. We set off from our campground and headed in to the mountain pass. We took some amazing photos of misty rainclouds covering the tops of the mountains. We made it as far as Hope, BC before we needed gas. I mentioned to Shauna to remember the way we entered Hope as this was the way back to the highway, which is the way we duly drove out. The thing is it turned out to be the way back to the highway going back towards Kamloops! Luckily we were able to only spend a five minute detour turning around and we were back on our way towards Vancouver.
Next came the passing of Chiliwack. Passing it was fine, but just after we had a phone call from my friend Dan. He gave us a tip from his brother about some good campsites in Mission. Somewhere during the conversation, information got muddle and wires hit crossed and we ended up parked at the side of the road fumbling with our free AMA roadmaps. It was after fifteen minutes of fumbling that I embarrassingly remembered that Shauna and I both have iPhones. iPhones that both contain google map applications. We entered our current location and where we wanted to go and were off again. What followed, I won't go in to in great deal but all I will say is that I don't ever want to see highway 1 east or west, highway 7 east or west or the stupid gold bridge leading in to Coquitlam ever again. It really was like the scene from national lampoons European vacation where Chevy Chase is driving around London and keeps pointing out big ben and houses of parliment as he "just can't get over!".
Day 2 ended we us finding another provincial park, Golden Ears, only to be told there was a fire ban in effect so we couldn't have hotdogs for tea. Sandwiches it was for us. See you on day 3.

Well I think this is a good example of how screwed up the worlds weather is becoming. Today in Edmonton we are expecting a high of +8*c and according to Dominic Burns from the Chris Moyles show on BBC radio 1 in England, they are expecting a cold snap that will make it feel like -7*c. A total reversal in what is normally expected.

I shouldn't really complain about the weather here as so far the winter has not been that bad. We have had 2 freezes where the temperature dropped to a frigid -40* but only for a few days at a time. Let's just say the brass monkeys around here won't be having any new monkeys.

Cheers.

Or at least getting old before my time. I find myself sitting here writing this after a frustrating, cold, pain in the ass day at work. I was scheduled for standby, in case someone called in sick (or sick of working) I pick up their work. I can almost guarantee that if I am on standby I will get a run in Bonnie Doon, an area of Edmonton that I hate. It's old, it's overhead, it generally requires wiring outlets. The customer service reps don't help matters when they seriously under book calls for time. twenty five minutes is the standard time for adding a standard definition digital box. This is still cutting it short. A high definition personal video recorder box has a lot more explaining to be done to the customer yet they are still booked for the poultry twenty five minutes. I had fifteen minutes booked for the HD PVR as well as filling out a credit contract for the purchase of the box. And they wonder why we cut corners? So after all my work was completed and filled out and handed in, I come home and have something to eat. Now I am sitting in my leather office chair, listening to some classical music whilst sipping on a gin and tonic. I may as well be wearing a smoking jacket and wearing slippers.

Take me out to the pasture and shoot me now, I've seen better days!

Life would be so much better lived backwards. You would start out dead and get it out of the way. Then you'd wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy and go an collect your pension. On your first day at work they give you a gold watch. You then work for forty years until you're old enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, party and you're generally promiscuous until it's time to start school. You go to primary school and become a kid. You play and have no responsibilities then become a baby then... you spend the last nine months floating peacefully in spa like conditions, central heating, room service on tap, your room gets bigger everyday and then you finish off as an orgasm!

Talking of tapes... weren't they crap? Remember how you would be listening to a song and then the sound would go all garbled. So you open the tape deck only to find 5 meters of chewed up tape billowing out and you would always think, "How long was that going on for?" Then you had to search for a very precise instrument to fix it... yep a pen to stick in the wheel and wind it back up. Wasn't that flukey that a pen was the right size and shape to work perfectly?

You hear about it all the time. People who find religion and make the decision to believe in this new found way of life. Normally, in most cases, it takes just one moment. One single, life altering moment to change someone's whole perception on life. And it's not just religion. People choose to believe in the most bizarre things, or at least what society perceives to be left of the middle. After life, aliens, gods, superstitions, all require a 'belief' of some sort. Maybe it's human nature to feel a need to believe in something. If you don't believe in anything, then what is the point in living right? After a brief discussion I had on this subject today, it was pointed out to me that maybe the stronger minded people don't NEED something to cling to in order to feel that they belong. If you look back through time, people who have gone against the grain, questioning things that have been laid out in black and white for us, have been responsible for advancing the human race. Back when the world was flat and when English was the only language, people who questioned this were thought to be crazy. Alexander the Great was just 20 when he was made King of Macedon and people followed his every word. Sir Isaac Newton, Theodore Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln, , Socrates, St. Francis, Plato, Friedrich Nietzsche, George III, Sigmund Freud, Charles Dickens, Oliver Cromwell, Charles Darwin, Winston Churchill, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ludwig van Beethoven and Buzz Aldrin have all been diagnosed with a mental illness. Some ground breaking names of which there are lots. So why is it so difficult to convince someone to NOT believe in something? Have you ever had a conversation with someone who believes every word of the bible? They always seem to have an answer or way of interpreting it to back up their claims. Even when logic is staring them in the face. One conversation I had with a customer about Jesus ended with him asking me "Have you got Jesus?" I replied to him, "I'm a skeptic, I'll believe it if I can see it". His reply was that so commonly used by narrow minded, blinkered half wits. "You got to believe it to see it". It is written in the bible in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life". Well if I believe the moon is made of cheese, then when the moon has that shade of yellow as it sometimes does, I will be proved right.

The same goes for all types of people like this. I don't believe in ghosts. Do I think we just melt into the ground and become worm food? No. I hope there is somewhere "we" go after we cease to exist here but floating around talking to "the chosen few" is not it. Why don't murder victims come back and tell people who killed them and where their body is? Nope instead, dear old Aunt Mildred wants you to know that Fluffy the cat is with her now! Mediums who apparently communicate with those who have passed over are suspect as well. Why is it no matter what people believe in they can't prove anything. They are just in their own self secluded little world safe in the knowledge that 'they know the truth'. I feel sorry for people who need these types of belief to feel secure in their day to day lives. But if you want to give it a go, here's a few pointers from a reliable source, the Internet! As much as my sister is going to hate me for this, Sylvia Browne is nothing but a fake! " rel="external">CNN proves it here.

But then again, what do I know? I could be wrong in my belief that everyone else is morons!

You leave me messages or comments to tell me whether anyone is actually reading them. I know people are visiting my site as my stats prove it. I just don't know who it is or whether they read these entries. I'm sure I'm not the only one with thoughts and opinions. Even if it's a neutral opinion, as someone very wise once said, "An opinion is like an asshole, everyone has one", so leave me yours... your opinion not the other. Although in some of your cases I think I'd prefer the later. And those of you who think I don't want you to leave me a message, anybody can leave me a message on here, I just want messages!!!



I think this may have been the wise person. I've been wanting to use this gif for a while, but just not had any reason to use it.

When you look at the over all existence of our life, can you really say it's fun? I mean you start off going to school and get told what to do and how to do it. Then you get a job, that for the most part, you don't like. Then you die. Not much fun at all. Yes I will concede that there are patches of fun but if you can be objective, they are few and far between. Holidays and getaways only come around maybe twice a year if you are lucky. And I'm not talking about happiness either. A new love interest, the birth of a baby, going down the pub are things that make you happy, not what I would class as fun though. One thing that always brightens up my day is when I laugh. And I don't mean a little giggle, or a chuckle. I'm talking about one of those belly aching, can hardly breathe, tears down the cheeks type of laughs. The most recent occasion that this has happened to me was yesterday. Some of you may have experienced it as well. It was while I was listening to the Scott Mills radio 1 drive time show. He has had several clips on recently regarding stupid quiz contestants. One lady from New Zealand phoned a local radio station on National Breast Cancer day. She had won a free self examination kit. The DJ asked her how she currently checks herself. She replied, "well I cup one hand and breath into it and if it smells then I go brush my teeth". The DJ was confused and asked her how that would tell her if she had a lump on her breast? She answered, "Well it won't!". The DJ then had to point out that it wasn't a BREATHE examination that she won. The belly aching laugh though came when Scott played a clip of a scouse DJ. His question was, "Sir Walter Raleigh brought tobacco and what else to Great Britain?" The lady on the phone didn't know so he decided to give her a few clues. He started by saying, "What is it called when you husband gets a small round belly?" She said, "Pot". Correct. He then said the second syllable of this word was the number after seven. After she paused she said "Pot Eight". And for the last part of the clue he said, "What's at the end of you feet?". She replied, "Me slippers!". After a few laughs he said, "When you slippers are off, what's at the end of your feet?". She said, "Me toes". Correct again. He then said to her, "So what is it?", "Pot Eight Toes". (Potatoes for those of you who are a little in the dark so far). He told her to say it faster...

"Pottytoes"
"So what is it?"
"Pottytoes"
"and what are they?"
"What are what?"
"What is it that you just said?"
"Pottytoes"
"Yeah and what are they?"
"Well I don't know!"
"I've just given you the answer, you just said it!"
"Said what"
"the answer, what did you just say"
"Pottytoes"
"SO WHAT ARE THEY"
"I DONT KNOW"
"Ok, say it slowly"
"Pot Eight Toes"
"SO what is it then?
I don't know!!!"

Me typing it down doesn't really do it any justice at all, but if you go tot he radio 1 web site and click on Scott Mills, you should be able to download the latest pod cast. In fact I'll give you the link. CLICK HERE

Purely hypothetical situation. (just thinking of stuff to put on here to keep you all entertained and to get you thinking, also to see what type of person you are). Lets say you had a friend, and this friend was doing something that wasn't going to be good for them in the long run. Lets use the example of doing drugs, it could be a bad relationship, alcohol, gambling, whatever. So this friend, lets say you regard them a a close friend. You know that they are doing drugs and are in denial that its affecting them. I've often heard of people on drugs always chasing something. Always looking for that elusive high. The same high that they had the first time. Even when they think they have found what they were looking for, they are never completely satisfied. So this friend says that they can handle it and that all they want to do is find that one thing and then thats it, they can move on. And you try to explain to them that they will never find it and they will never be satisfied. But they just shrug you off saying that, "I don't expect you to understand" and that they have heard the same thing a thousand times before and it never worked then so why should it work now? So you offer to help and they tell you that they don't need your help and its part of who there are and to just except it. Heres the question. Do you try and help that person even though you know what they are doing is wrong and will probably hurt people close to them, and you getting involved will probably upset you as well. Or do you just tell the person that you tried to help them, they didn't want your help and tell them that you can't be friends with that type of person until they sort themselves out? Does leaving the friend indicate that you are giving up on that person as a friend, turning your back on them? Or do you stay and help and persevere with them along the road ahead? If you turn your back on them, does that mean the friendship is over and can never be rebuilt? How long do you give them before you try and be friends again? Until they are completely clean or when they turn the corner?

Its funny how your brain wonders isn't it? If only we could find the way to permanently unlock the unused portion, we'd be so much better off. Please leave me a comment on this. Thats partly why I thought it up, so that you could use the comment feature... see how it works? ;-)

Well, I have to go to the dentist today and the gym so thats all for now.

Just a weird random thought, but I wonder if the postal services are losing money? I could imagine that the number of people actually hand writing letters these days has drastically decreased with the ease and accessibility of e-mail. I would imagine the number of homes that have computers now is very high (if i'm going to have a thought, I really should do some research to back up up this stuff!). Although, how much the postal services depended on revenue for letter mail was probably insignificant in relation to parcels and other such stuff. Just wait until holograhic parcel delivery comes in!!!

I thought that it would be a cool idea to let anyone who wanted to post something that they wanted to say on here. I mean its really hard to put down all my views on here. Guess thats why I never kept a diary. But I'm sure there are those of you out there that have opinions on stuff and wouldn't mind sharing it. I know one of my co-workers would need five pages just to get started on religion. Another would probably just post funny stuff. Think about it and if anyone wants to write something, go ahead and email it to me.

I have recently started watching a show called "Penn and Teller: Bullsh!t". The name says it all. Those secret giving magicians pick a topic and basically rip it apart and prove it to be Bullsh!t. This weeks episode was on recycling. Yep, recycling is a complete waste of time. The long and short of it is that recycling aluminum cans is the only one worth doing. The rest cost more to recycle than to actually make a new one, cause more pollution by recycling them, and don't cause and need for panic due to landfills filling up too fast. To recycle you need to send out another truck. You need machines to sort and process the items. Plus the machine to make the new items. The USA makes 220 million tons of garbage per year. To dispose of that amount of garbage you would need a hole 35 X 35 miles wide and 200 feet high. USA has a land mass of 9,161,923 sq kms. The only reason recycling carries on is because it's thought of as the right thing to do. And the government releases figures showing that its saving materials.
They have also done shows on "the war on drugs", "animal rights organisations (PETA, ALF)" and "Phrophets such as Nostradamus". I guess when you are given information for as long as you can remember you just accept it as truth. But when someone gives you the other side of the coin perspective, it really opens your eyes to how blinkered you've been. Then it gets you thinking about other things that you have always believed to be true. How far do you go? Have we been visited my aliens? Are we alone in the universe? Hmm I wonder...

Well as good as a .mac account is, it just isn't for me. You do get a large web based email account, back up storage, 1GB storage. But it all comes at a cost. $99.95 a year. Its probably worth it if you would use all of the features. I wouldn't so this is why I have been looking for another web host. I subscribe to pod cast about Macs called Screen casts online. One of the screen casts highlights a web hosting site called Site Ground. For only $4.95 a month you get 40GBs of storage, a free domain name, unlimited emails plus other features. This is the way I think I am going to go. So get ready for another web address. I am thinking of deejaydoubleyou.com to keep with my initials. Stayed tuned for updates.

As I work with the public on a daily basis, as you can imagine I meet all sorts. From millionaires in multi-million dollar houses, to filthy, disgusting lowlife people and everything in between. Some people that live in very posh houses who apologize for having a coffee cup on the table to backward, slimey idiots who have a path way through the piled high rubbish from the kitchen to the TV. Well a few days ago I met someone who I found to be interesting. Most times people pick up on my slight accent and guess that I'm from England... (or there abouts)! Well the customer in question mentioned that he had a cousin who used to play professional snooker in England. "who?" I asked, "Bill Werbenick" he replied. Now at first I didn't believe him but after looking at his physique, he really did look like Bill. After we chatted for a few minutes I left. When I got home that night, I decided to look up some information on the Canadian snooker player. I loaded up google, typed in Bill Werbenick, and the results showed "0". Now he might not be the most popular snooker player of all time, but I'm sure most people who like snooker would have heard of him. And with the amount of mis-information that is available on the internet today, I was surprised that there was nothing on him, Zilch, nada, zero. I thought that this was quite sad. Until just now when I just typed in his name again, and realised that his name is spelt Bill Werbeniuk, So really this post was irrelevant.

Well its been about 3 hours since Shauna and Nicholas left to go to Disney land and that means one thing, I have some fee time to myself. SO what am I going to do? Party? Sex, drugs and rock ' n' Roll? Nope, load up rapid weaver and write this blog! Actually the first thing I did was watch Blade Runner because I have never seen it. And if you want my review on the film, all I can say is that while I appreciate that some regard it as another Ridley Scott masterpiece, I feel that that is 2 hours of my life I ain't getting back. But at least I've seen it now. I've moved my modem upstairs and reconfigured some things and I am now up to an average of 18MB download speed, not bad eh? I am sure that overnight I will max out at 25MB.
As i am sitting here typing this I can see out of my window across the street where they are building some new houses. I am presuming that there must be a stereo on site somewhere, as one of the workers just started playing air guitar like he was attempting to win first place in the Canadian Air Guitar finals! Which made me think, I wonder how many times we think that we are alone or at least away from other peoples view, but actually we are being watched? Sometimes as part of my job I have to go onto the top of apartment buildings. Some buildings electrical rooms are located on the roof. Often I will walk to the edge and look down at the people below. I know that the last thing on their mind is looking out for people watching them as they go about their business. Then I catch myself thinking of what it would be like to be that person at that moment and realize that someone might be watching me right now. Maybe from an adjacent building. Maybe from inside a suite of a taller building. Privacy is so overrated.