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The Importance of Commitment

2011-02-19T04:22:00.001-05:00

Tonight I went to my girlfriend's long time family friend's recommitment ceremony/20th wedding anniversary celebration. It was a good time and I felt priveleged to be there as these people who have been so important in my girlfriend's life reaffimed their love and devotion to each other.

Anyway, the once-again-bride did a survey of the couples she knew to see if they could go back in time if they would remarry their spouses. Out of 15 couples, only 6 of them said they would do it all again! She stopped the survey of her friends at 15 because she was getting depressed.

I really think that this little survey shows us something that is wrong with us and our society today. We have lost the ability to really commit to something. When people get married, they say they are committing to each other for life, but often that commitment is based solely on a feeling, and when that feeling goes away, so does the commitment.

Being committed to something means sticking with it, even when you don't feel like it. If you're like me, you probably have goals for your health this year. Mine is to shed the 15 pounds of fat I put on in the second half of last year and replace it with about 10 pounds of muscle. This is in preparation to do my first triathlon on June 11th. That means I have a little less than 4 months to train. I know I'm going to need every minute of it, but when it's cold and dark outside and I don't feel like going to the gym, just how committed am I? I can't just be involved in training for the triathlon, show up at the gym every once in a while and hope for the best on race day. I need to commit to sticking to my training schedule and to eating right if I want to meet my goals and have any chance of finishing the triathlon on race day.

I recently heard a story that illustrated the difference between involvement and commitment. I don't know where I heard it, but basically it said this, if you eat a cooked breakfast of bacon and eggs, the chicken was involved but the pig was committed!

We need to have the same kind of commitment to our health goals as the pig does to you breakfast. It's all on the line and there's no going back!

You don't have to commit to doing a triathlon, but if you want to feel good about your health, you need to make some sort of a commitment to it. Whether that's committing to eating right or taking better care of your body by getting regular chair massage (my shameless self plug of the day), it doesn't matter. What does matter is that once you've committed to your goals, stay committed by telling people what they are. Introducing accountability to your health goals means that you are much more likely to complete them!

Now that I've told you what my goals are, please hold me accountable! Post a comment below or drop me a line to ask me how my training is going. I'm sure I'll write more about it as I go.

If you want me to keep you accountable and committed to your health goals, I'll reply to everyone who emails me at info@feelgoodchairmassage.com with the subject line of "Keep me accountable Andrew!". I'll check in every month this year to make sure you stay on track.

If we can be just a little more committed than the chicken I know this year will be one we can feel good about!

Here's to Feeling Good!

Andrew

The Feel Good Chair Massage Groupon Store Needs followers!!

2011-02-18T04:30:00.001-05:00

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Here's to Feeling Good. . . for a little bit less at Groupon!

Andrew

Sitting On The Highway Going Nowhere

2011-02-18T04:07:00.001-05:00

Following on from yesterday's post about how stress can manifest itself in our lives and that when it does it can incapacitate us bit by bit, I'd like to talk a bit about ways of dealing with the stress that will inevitably come into our lives.

I'll do that by telling you a story. This morning I was running late for a massage gig. That's a feeling that I hate, and if you're in business I'm sure you do too. Now I could tell you how bad traffic was or that it was only the second time I've been late since starting my business nearly two years ago, but that isn't the point of the story. The point is that as I was sitting in the fast lane doing 2km/h I could feel myself tensing up.

I was beginning to have the feeling that it was going to be "one of those days". Eventually I made it past the problem and off I go trying to make up for lost time. When I arrived at the company we were doing massage at, I grabbed my equipment and went inside as quickly as possible. So now I'm trying to provide a relaxation service (chair massage)to someone when I myself am not relaxed.

Instead of worrying about it I focused on the massage I was giving and on my technique. I forced myself to control my breathing and to become calm. Fortunately it's relatively easy regulate your breathing when you are doing something as metered as massage, but doing massage professionally has made me realize just how important controlled breathing is to maintaining your stress levels.

I'm not suggesting you try to massage someone the next time you feel stressed, although, I do teach a couples massage workshop if you do want to learn to regulate your breathing by helping those around you!

I AM suggesting that the next time you have something stressful come into your life, that you consciously think about the fact that you are experiencing a stress response, then try to take long and deep rhythmic breaths until you start to feel yourself relax a bit. I promise you'll be in a better place to deal with whatever it is after you do!

Here's to Feeling Good!

Andrew

PS On the way home the sun was shining, traffic was good and I was belting out whatever song was on the radio. . . I guess being 10C in February will do that to a guy!

PPS Tell me about a stressful time in your life and how you dealt with it in the comments!

The Stress Train

2011-02-16T14:57:00.001-05:00

As I write this I'm sitting on the subway on my way downtown for a massage gig I do every Wednesday. When I ride the subway I assess people's gate as they get on and off the train. (I promise I'm not a creepy lurker!) A lot of the time you can tell if someone's shoulder, hip, knee or ankle is bothering them. The way that a person walks and holds their body on the train also tells you a lot about their state of mind. Some people read, others pretend to sleep, some actually do sleep (or are better pretenders!), others are in their own little world caught up in some internal monologue about whatever is causing them stress. I know they are stressed out and it doesn't take any sort of special training to know that. Chances are they'll be agitated with an abundance of nervous energy, or their posture will be hunched over and their face will look worried. It could be any one or all of these signs that prompt me to think someone I see on the subway is stressed. The point is that when I see people like that my heart goes out to them because I know I can help them. You see, stress is a vicious cycle: you feel stress so you tense up and your posture suffers, then after the thing that caused you stress is done, you continue to hold the posture you adopted when you were stressed. Now your body says, "well this is what it felt like to be stressed so this seemingly un-stressful situation must actually be very stressful!"
And then it tenses up a little bit more. The problem is that your body can't distinguish between the cause of stress and it's symptoms. It just feels tight and sore. The good news is that when you get a massage, your body loosens up. The knots in your muscles un-tie allowing you to have better posture and your body sighs a big sigh of relief. Once you know what it feels like to be de-stressed it gets easier to return to that state after a stressful situation. You can't avoid stress completely, but you sure can develop strategies to better manage it!

Here's to Feeling Good!

Andrew
Sent from my BlackBerry device on the Rogers Wireless Network

How to make good money online - where do you start?

2010-08-05T21:09:00.006-05:00

If you want to make good money online where do you start? This is probably THE most asked question successful Internet marketers face. So what is the answer? Well, it depends on who you talk to! Of course, this does not help if you are looking for a quick answer on how to make good money.

Perhaps a clue lies in the work of Australian marketer Peter Downs's work for his site called, would you believe, 'make good money'. Peter has interviewed 10 top marketers from all over the world including some of the most successful online entrepreneurs on the planet. One of the questions fired at these online guru's was "what personal characteristics does it take to succeed online?"

Most agreed that to succeed online you need a strong personal motivation that means you will not give up. The biggest myth of working online is 'instant riches'. You need motivation, persistence and patience. Do you have that?

Next, what skills do you need to make good money online? Interestingly, most agreed that you actually do not need too many skills. One or two highly successful marketers confessed to being incapable of any kind of web design or SEO or keyword research. The important thing was to know what your skills are and to outsource the rest. Not try to do everything yourself. Naturally you need to know what skills are needed, to focus on those skills and to only do yourself what you are capable of doing.

ANother interesting question was "if you had to start again what would you do?" The answers were unanimous. Build a subscriber list. All top marketers have a list and in their formative years online concentrated on building their list, often through Giveaway events and adswaps. Even when their businesses became established and lists grew into 10, 20 ,50 or even 100,000 people the successful marketers still concentrated on building lists. This was regardless of the nature of their business.

So, if you want to start to make good money online then make sure you have a strong motivation, that you know what your skills are and don't try to do everything yourself and, in the early stages focus on building your subscriber base. Sounds simple!!

If you want to get transcripts from all the interviews in Make Good Money click here

I told you so, Chair Massage, and other random news.

2009-12-21T02:40:00.003-05:00

Ok, so I told you I wouldn't write for at least a year! Well I was right. In fact, I was so right I didn't write anything for two years!

So, it occurs to me that I really can't go through everything I've done in the last two years so i'm not going to even bother apart from to say that I kicked the chiro bucket so to speak, spent some time looking for work, sold TVs for a while, worked for RIM for a while, spent some time looking for work and then decided I'd rather make my own work!

Enter chair massage! It seemed like the perfect solution to my woes. I needed work, but I still had all the same criteria that had originally attracted me to chiropractic with no real inspiration as to how to fulfill them.

My criteria for a good job were that I wanted to:

Help People
Be My Own Boss
Not Be Chained to a Desk All Day

Chair massage lets me do all of that because it feels great and really helps people to feel good, I own my own business which means I work when I want and only for who I want and it is a completely mobile service which means that the busier I get the less time I spend at my desk!

My company's name is Feel Good Chair Massage just in case you hadn't followed the link I posted above yet!

I graduated from the Relax to the Max massage school here in Toronto back in July and have been pursuing it full time since then. It has been paying the bills, but I am looking forward to it paying more than that as I put the the internet marketing knowledge I have gained from internet marketing guru Paul Tobey. I strongly recommend that you bare minimum sign up for his free eReport if you are involved in internet marketing in any way.

The quality and practicality of the info he teaches provides amazing value and I'm sure in future posts. . . well when I write again in 2014 I will probably still be going on about how great Paul's internet marketing course is!

So I am working on getting back to being a learn it all instead of a know it all. Assuming that you know everything is a dangerous recipe for disaster!

Well Never, I have to stop calling you babe cuz there's another one in my life now and I see her a little more often than you. I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. You've always been there for me, but from now on we're going to have to keep this fairly platonic. . .

Until the next time I remember that you exist and that people may actually still have RSS feeds pointed your way: Ciao!

Three in a row?? Are you sure?

2007-12-17T15:14:00.000-05:00

Three times is a lot to handle all at once, are you sure you don't want me to wait twenty minutes or a couple of days? Who are we kidding? We both know that if I wait a couple of days we won't even talk to each other for at least a month or maybe even a year!

Ok, have it your way. .. .

So, moustaches and bad Christmas sweaters.

My last exam was on Friday (woot!) and afterward a bunch of us went to the nearest Firkin pub for some lunch. Then I went home to catch some sleep and get ready for the party. Jesse, Jay, Mike, Crystal, Easnor, and probably others I can't think of right now had gone out to Value Village earlier in the week for our wonderful ugly sweaters. During exams a bunch of people had agreed not to shave their moustaches until after the Christmas party. I was in on it, but alas I stumbled into the bathroom and realized what I was doing mid shave. I suppose I could have still kept what little stache I had left, but I'm really not so enthused about looking like Hitler. Anyway, the party was ridiculous. There was definitely a bit of stress being released. The same night students' council had organized a party called Christmas Crunk at Blurr nightclub downtown. I went to the Christmas Crunk party last year and it was a crazy good time so I wanted to go again this year. Well, the sweater party was winding down early because it had started pretty early and the neighbours had called the cops. The cops couldn't do anything though, not even a noise violation because it wasn't even 11 o'clock yet and clearly at a grad school party is probably going to be of age. Anyway, around 11 the party spilled downtown to the Christmas Crunk party. Good times were had by all, but I had leave in time to catch the last train because I had stuff to do the next day and there was no way I was gonna pay for a cab from downtown back to my place. Yeah, that's 50 bucks still in my pocket. Anyway, good times were had by all and it was a good way to say goodbye to those leaving for home for the holidays and say hello to the Christmas break all at the same time. I'll tell you about Saturday in a bit.

LL

PS Never, do you want a cigarette?

Hey babe,

2007-12-17T14:46:00.000-05:00

Alright, so I'm not quite sure when my blog started being female. . . whatever. I'm not talking to her right now. Getting on with my post. . . So, a year has passed. Ok fourteen months. I'm somewhat saddened. A lot has happened since last year. Some of it I'm not going to get into much detail about except that I had an opportunity to spend a few more months working than I had expected between school years this year and I've now joined the ranks of the class of 2011. I'll let you figure out what happened. I was, and always will be too stubborn to quit something once I've started it. I'm a finisher. Anyway, in other news, I moved out from the Miller's place into my own pad back in August. The rent is a bit exorbitant for the space I have but it's enough for me, it's clean, the landlords leave me alone and it isn't *that far from school. I like it but I will definitely move for next year. Living on your own is nice because you don't have to worry about roommate issues, but at the same time it kinda sucks to come home to a dark and quiet home. I may try to see about getting one of the townhouses right next to the college and filling it with a few people for next year.

For those of youtechno-geeky people out there, the next paragraph is for you. Otherwise skip it. Or not at the risk of your own boredom.

In October I finally made the complete switch to a Linux system. I have been running a dual boot with windows for the past couple of years, but mostly ended up booting into Windows because that was what I was comfortable with and that was the path of least resistance. I had tried a few different distros (Mepis, Ubuntu and Kubuntu). Mepis didn't really have enough of a user base - it took forever to get help on the forums and then it became proprietary. So I tried Ubuntu because it has a much larger user base, but it was an immediate no. I really don't like the Gnome Desktop Environment. So that led me to Kubuntu which brought me back to the K Desktop Environment that I was used to and still had the user support group of the Ubuntu distro. Well, the biggest problem with any linux distro is that it isn't really point and click enough for the average Windows user. This led me to Freespire. It's so much more intuitive than any other distro that I've used so far, ok, well, maybe intuitive isn't the right word so much as Windows-like, but then that's what you might expect from people that to the best of my knowledge used to be called lindows. Anyway, I screwed up the install and Windows won't boot properly, but it's ok. Maybe that was the kick I needed to really embrace linux as my primary os. I'll let you know how its going from time to time.

Well, welcome back you techno-illiterate folks. Lets talk about something more up your alley. Ok, no, this topic is worth it's own post. I'll give you a clue now though. I thas to do with sweaters of an ugly Christmas variety and moustaches. . . piqued your interest? Good.

LL

This is getting a bit silly. . .

2007-12-17T14:31:00.000-05:00

Alright Never, I know so don't even say anything. No, I said I KNOW! Don't look at me with those eyes. You knew what I was like when you agreed to this. You knew there would be long periods where I ignored you. Ok, I admit that this is a little bit ridiculous. Over a year between posts and I walk back in here expecting everything to be the same. All the loyal readers (if they ever existed!), all the adoring masses. But admit it, you're nothing without me Never. Nothing. You need me. After a period of sufficiently awkward silence I'm going to post on you like nothing happened and your going let me because deep down you know you like it. I'm leaving now Never, but I'll be back and when I do you better have on something nice. Maybe a new template or something. I'll leave it up to you. Surprise me.

LL

Wow

2006-10-05T19:31:00.000-05:00

Wow.
It has been a long time. My world has changed significantly since my last post! Being on the waiting list to get into CMCC was the crappiest 4 months or so of my life! Graduating university was great, but as of convocation I had no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my life if I didn't get into CMCC! I had the experience of being humbled by God until I gave control over the issue to Him and told him that if he didn't want me to get in, I was ok with that as long as he showed me what he wanted me to be doing with my life. It's funny, but as soon as I gave the control that I never had over the situation to him, things began to happen. I got the call I described in the last post, they sent me the letter, I got the money in order, got a place to live sorted out, got tested for TB and had a general health assessment, took a Standard First Aid course, moved to Toronto, went to Orientation week, and had my first day of class. It has really been amazing how everything has kind of just fallen into place to allow me to be here today. I started going to a new assembly, began to be involved in a new young people's bible study, had a schedule that let me get to the prayer meeting every week, had my first chiro exam (we'll see how that went :-P but I'm a little worried!). Overall it has been an intense quarter and it's not looking to get any less intense any time soon! The fall is always busy though, with Harvest Day, Hamilton conference, Bretheren's Weekend, etc, etc. Anyway, I've regurgitated enough of an update here to still be able to claim to be a blogger and to keep JODSTER off my back for another couple of months. Relax Jody, go back to sleep, it's ok.
G'night all.

LL

A second post? . . . .

2006-07-12T02:10:00.000-05:00

Well never, I don't want you to get too used to this kind of strange behaviour, but I'm writing a you a second post in two days.

Today I went to get my hair cut. It was long, and hot. And it made my head swear a lot. It needed cut the same way you grass would if the last person who cut it didn't know the difference between the lawnmower and a brick of mouldy cheese. Yes, the last haircut I got was that bad. Well, this morning I went to Salon Papillon, the hairdresser's under Grayson's apartment. Yes, I do realize that the Butterfly Salon, and no I don't care that it sounds a little gay. The girl that owns the place did a good job so I will henceforth be supporting her over the more corporate and unpredictable first choice haircutters. While I was in the chair the sweat first notes of white snake's eye of the tiger drifted through my ears bringing to light visions of grey track suits and dripping sweat bands. My phone was ringing, but I was enjoying the good haircut and I was on a tight schedule, so not recognizing the Toronto number I set it to the answering machine and got on with the new do.

A couple minutes later, my ears nicely lowered and a local entrepreneur deservingly paid, I got into my car and was about to check my new message when the phone rang in my hand. I barely had time to answer the phone before my eyes started to mist over and I began to run in the spot. It was mom calling. I answered the phone and this is the conversation I had:

"Did you talk to THEM?"
"Umm, no . . .who?"
"The Chiropractic College . . ."
"No, I was about to check my messages and call whoever it was back when you called . . ."
"I gave you ten minutes after they called here! They wouldn't tell me anything!"
"I was in the chair and couldn't take the call, besides, I didn't recognize the number. I'll check my messages now and call them."
"Well stop talking to me and call them!"
"Ok, I'll call you back!"

Pretty exciting eh? Well, I called them and they are sending me an info package and acceptance letter tomorrow (later today actually . . ) but pretty much I am in pending a chest xray and TB test. Both of which I should pass. I sure hope I pass, well I don't see any reason why I wouldn't pass. . . .Anyway, my first tuition payment is due in about oh . . .three weeks. $10 000. Yes, you counted the correct number of zeros. I have about a third of that in the bank right now, so I'm going to be applying for OSAP ASAP. I'm also going to be trying to make the most commission possible over the next three weeks.

Shout outs go out to God, the folks, and all the people that have been praying for me to get in . . .it really means a lot to me. Thank you.

ciao

LL

So, this is the real world??

2006-07-11T00:39:00.000-05:00

Well, Never, I really am getting bad at updating you! It's been over 3 months with no update . . .all my loyal readers will have deserted me, I mean you. Well I never really believed anyone was reading you anyway. Well, then for the blogtrekkers and other people who randomly stumble onto you, here goes my update:

April was eventful. I finished the last of my university exams. Potentially my last real exams ever. I really don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I now have a degree that doesn't exactly qualify me for anything specific, an application to Chiropractic College which is still on a waiting list and a new job. At least there is one positive in that list!

After my exams were done I went back to working at NCO full time while I was looking for a better job. About 45 minutes after I posted my resume on Monster, I got an email from a company saying that they wanted me in for an interview. I was all for it, I mean it's always nice when they contact you first right? So I go in for the interview, decide to go in for training on my day off from NCO and then decide whether I would take the job or not. Long story short, I took the job, quit my job at NCO a week after getting full time hours again and then just like that I had entered the wonderful and sometimes funny, sometimes scary world of sales. And now I'm running on and on again. Well, a company called Universal Power was opening an office in Hamilton and they were looking for new salespeople. I started selling fixed rate gas and electricity contracts door to door (Yes, it's true. Get over all that groaning now). Anyway, within a couple of weeks I had wowed them with my sales potential and blatently obvious management qualities so they promoted me to Senior Field Manager. So basically I drop my team of guys off where they are going to work for the day then I pick them up at the end of the day and for this I get commission of deal they write. I was thinking to myself, "Sweet, this couldn't get much better!" when they told me that I would be getting a company car (a 2006 minivan) to cart the troops around. We will also be going on trips up to cottage country for a week at a time. As long as the team is pulling enough deals out in the week the company pays for our accommodation and gas etc. I've been told that the general schedule for the day when you are on a field trip like that is to get up early and work in the morning, take a couple of hours off and go swimming fishing, or whatever you want for a couple hours in the heat of the day, and then work again in the afternoon and evening. After work is time to party as long as you are good to work the next morning.

So, this week I got Sherriff Grayson a job. He's a natural and I'm glad to have him on the team! Bring on the summer!

Catching up

2006-03-30T00:01:00.000-05:00

Well Never, it has certainly been a while. Almost an entire semester has gone by since the last time I wrote you a letter. My last semester at Laurier Brantford! It has been a whirlwind. This semester I have taken six classes instead of the regular five to make sure I am meeting all of the requirements to graduate. This, on top of the numerous hours I spend each week in my position as the Vice Commissioner of Student Services for WLUSU and the 12 hours I work part time at NCO have left me stressed and lacking in the sleep department. So, the highlights of this semester are:

In late January I had my interview and ethical dillemma essay to complete my application to the Canadian Memorial Chiropractic College
WLUSU Winter Conference at which I did a presentation on the proper lines of communication within the students' union - we went to Ringers after the conference (I enjoyed that immensely [it was my suggestion to go!])
I received notice that I had not been accepted to the Canadian Memorial Chiropractic College, but I had been placed on a waiting list. This means that I may still get in if someone they did offer admission to declines it. That was the upside. The downside is that I may not find out until the end of July/beginning of August if I got in or not. This may mean that I will have to raise $15 000 for tuition and find a place to live in Toronto before the first week of classes at the end of August. Or, it may mean that I won't get in at all, in which case I will be taking a couple of DE courses to raise my GPA and then re-applying next year. Your prayers for me in this matter would be much appreciated!
Reading week was good. I slept. A lot. And I mean A LOT. It was restacular. I really should have put in extra hours at NCO, but I really didn't feel like being yelled at by the friends and family of American inmates any more than I had to in my week off.
Got called a "Racist N#$%^ lover" at work. That made me laugh. Seems like an oxymoron to me, or, maybe more accurately an Amerimoron.
Went to the Winter Formal.

Fantastic.

Went to the Pre St. Patty's Day Party.

Uber fantastic. It was our first licensed event in the new Student Centre. 87 people showed up and good times were had by all.

Somewhere in there I wet to see Pinball Clemens. He was a fantasitc speaker, we sat in the front row and he spent much of the time talking directly at us. At one point he crouched on the edge of the stage right in front of me and yelled at me, shaking his finger in my face the whole time. It was pretty cool. Afterward he spoke to each person individually and autographed their stuff and posed for pictures. He tossed his Grey Cup ring down to us to try on and pass around the audience. that thing was hefty!

Uber nice guy. And a Christian to boot.

Somewhere in there I Greased it up at the HMS Laurier(Historical Movie Society) 50s Pop Culture Night. I won the best male 50s costume. Unfortunately I have no pic of that, but if you ask really nicely I may decide to don the do, the tight jeans, and plain white tshirt with the Popeye candy cigs rolled up in the sleeeve and take a pic, jsut for yor viewing pleasure.
Went to the Foot Patrol Banquet. Or as I like to call it Jeff-fest 2006. It kinda ended up being a big farewell party to Jeff who has coordinated Foot Patrol for two years and rescued it from almost certain collapse. So, I don't mind it being a bit of a Jeff-fest, as long as next year (if it gets run again next year) it is just a Foot Patrol party.
last Friday was the Volunteer Appreciation Dinner, it was a fun time and a good way to show the WLUSU volunteers just how much their time and effort is appreciated. But alas, I shal write another post about that.

This semester really saw BACCHUS come into its own. We had events that brought awareness to the committee's existance and their cause. It was a time of growth and development as the committee struggled to find its place in the Union, but I am confident that they will continue to grow and challenge the school to make healthy lifestyle choices next year.

LSFL(Laurier Students for Literacy). Oh, where to start with LSFL. I have found dealing with LSFL very frustrating this semester as their programs are not the kind that I can just go and see being done. Rachel, the LSLF coordinator, is so fiercely independent and always seems to have it all under such good control that I haven't always known how I could help her out. Despite my shortcoming in this, the committee has been a fantastic success!

I have already talked about Foot Patrol somewhat. The only thing to add is that we have been able to overcome some difficulties, not so much with others, and are still working on yet others. We have seen a lot of people really step it up to make Footy a top quality committee and I couldn't be more proud of it.

Anyway, I have babbled on long enough about mostly WLUSU stuff. Never, I'll let you go back to your slumber, and maybe I'll even write you another letter tomorrow.

-LL

Well . . . .

2006-01-06T03:13:00.000-05:00

Well, it has definitely been a while . . .and by a while I mean over a week. Christmas was good. For the last two years, my present for dad has been more fun to open than the present itself was. Two years ago I made a cardboard dog with a rotating tale, put dad's present in the middle and wrapped the dog. Last Christmas I made a duck out of cardboard and k'nex. The wings flapped. This year I was really out of inspiration. I needed something better, than last year, but I just really had no motivation. So, I wrapped mom and dad's presents the boring normal way, then inspiration struck. I made a cardboard house. I put the already wrapped presents(marked one for mom and the other for dad) securely in the bottom of the house. Then I wrapped the house. I addresses the house to dad. Then I put the house in a large gift bag and addressed the bag to mom. On Christmas afternoon when we were opening prezzies, mom opened the bag and had to pass the house to dad. Dad opend the house and had to pass mom her present and open his. It was like a big game of pass the parcel. Except there was no music, everybody got to open a layer and everyone winning got one of the end prizes. Well, maybe it only vaguely resembled pass the parcel. Anyway, good times were had by all.

Deep Freeze 2005 went well, despite the thaw. We had a playable ice surface for a short time, but it quickly deteriorated as people put their skates through the ice followed by their knees, wrists, elbows, chins or noses as they continued to fall headlong onto the ice. Eventually the ice was more pothole than solid ice and the hockey stopped. I got some interesting bruises from GTing after the slushy hil had been packed down and then refrozen. We were getting about 15-20 feet of air on the jump that Kevin and I made out of a sheet of plywood and some 2x4s. Kevin and Ispent a lot of the week not sleeping as we were up in the night flooding the pond in hopes that it would get cold enough to really freeze solid. Anyway, late one night we hatched a plan. . . . a fantastic plan. . . . .to get the girls. The girls had decided to sleep in the largely unheated cabin 2 at queen Kristy's behest. Not being secure in warm rooms in the lodge left them vulnerable. So . . . Kevin and I rolled some large snow balls in front of the door, left a spoon between the snow and the door so they could "dig" out, and then filled in all the holes including the top of the door. The end result was that their door was blocked by an 8 foot tower of snow. Then we text messeged Kristy on her new phone advising them to have fun digging out with the spoon. When we rolled one the the snow boulders in front of the door, it pushed the door open which had not been shut properly. We had to practically slam the door to get it shut, yet the girls didn't wake up. Amazingly, none of the girls had to get up to go to the kaibo's in the night. In the morning, Jenn, decided it was time to get out, and never one to be shy, she backed up, took a run at it and dove right through the wall of snow. Pretty brave considering she had no idea how thick it was. I'll post some pics of the break out as soon as I get them. I'll also a link to some GT crash videos as soon as I figure out how to post videos on google video.

this has turned into a long post and as usual, it is the wee hours of the morning.

ciao

The end of an era, and other funny stuff . . . .

2005-12-24T11:59:00.000-05:00

So, Thursday came and went and no eggnogging happened. It is the end of a tradition. The end of an era . . . .albeit an unhealthy one . . . . .While I have still enjoyed the pleasures of the noggins with dinner every night this holiday season, the eggnog party was a no-go. It makes my heart feel heavy, or maybe that's from drinking too much eggnog. . . . Anyway, I promised to fill you in on it's origins and history, so here goes.

The eggnog party was an idea that we had when David and I found out that several of his friends hadn't been allowed to drink straight eggnog as kids on the basis that it was unhealthy. Instead, their mothers insisted on mixing it half and half with skim milk. This is an abomination. We couldn't let this stand. So, the eggnog party was born. In highschool it was traditionally held on the last day of school. After class we would trudge to Mac's Milk Store and get some high quality - so thick you can feel your arteries clog just thinking about - it Neilson's Eggnog. Then we would walk to Ryan Denholme's house and watch one of the Aliens movies and chug our 2-3 litres of eggnog each. The first year was just eggnog, but over the course of the next few years, other delectables such pizza, and Candycane crackle ice cream were added. We always went home bloated and happy. We've done it every year for at least the last six years, as we moved on to higher education, the location changed and it began to be scheduled the first free night after the last person was done their exams. Well, being the youngest, and the only one who is in a four year program, I was making everyone wait until I was done. Maybe people are just getting too sensible or something, the interest was there, but the commitment wasn't. Oh well . . .I suppose these things happen.

So, turkeys . . . . .and thawing. When employing the immersion in water technique, I always think:

"To float, or not to float,
That is the qustion.
Whether is better in my mind to sink
This bird which slings and arrows have brought to my landry sink,
Or to allow to float amidst a sea of amoebic troubles."
--Turkspeare

Well, I came to the conclusion that sinking the bird would be better that leaving part of it exposed to the air and the warmth - the object is after all to thaw the bird, not to allow it to go squirdgy(that's the technical term). Once this decision is made however, the problem arises of how to sink the bird. My first thought was that there is an air cavity in there which is the cause of my bird's bouyancy. Logically then the easiest way to remove the air is to simply allow the space to fill with water, but a torpedo will neither fit in my laundry sink, nor leave the bird looking respectable for the table tomorrow afternoon. The next best thing then would be to weigh it down, but with what? Most things that I tried were either not heavy enough to submerge the bird, or the bird would slide out from underneath the weight and rise to the surface again. Then it hit me. Dad has a diving belt with lead weights on it. Perfect. I can wrap the thing in lead and then expect not to come down with lead poisoning tomorrow. Not perfect. Ahhh, but the bird is already double sealed to keep it away from the sink which is commonly used for such things as cleaning paintbrushes and washing cat litter pans. Pefect again. Indeed, the bird is drowning under the weight of a vintage 70's diving belt as we speak. I even took a couple of pics.

December 23rd saw us decorating the tree - we are always late in getting it decorated. As usual Burby came over and helped out. It was good to see him, I almost never get to see him these days. It's kinda funny considering that we live a five minute drive apart. Anyway, trimmed the tree, sipped eggnog and watched the Griswold Christmas Vacation. Such a good movie.

In other knews, it is almost midnight which means that it is almost Christmas. . . . .MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!! I'm about to go downstairs and have the traditional reading of "The Night Before Christmas" before I go to bed. Mom still enjoys doing stockings and I some how don't feel obligated to persuade her otherwise :) As kids the rule was that we could open our stockings before the parentals were up, but had to wait for the other presents until they woke up. So, with tomorrow being a Sunday I will open my stocking before church, but that is it. As far as I know church is at the same time as normal - 9:30am - which means that I gotta get to bed.

Good night Folks

Andrew

Ripped off

2005-12-19T02:04:00.000-05:00

So, Saturday was my last exam - my first Saturday exam in 3-1/2 years of university. I had to book time off work just to go to it. Not that I particularly missed spending my day at work mind you. I was done my exam by 11am so I could have done 5/6 of my shift, but seeing how I'm wouldn't have received my wages for working on Saturday until two weeks from this upcoming Thursday and I will most definitely have done all of my Christmas shopping by then, I didn't really feel like going in to work . . . .and it was my last exam . . .. I slept most of the afternoon away - very exciting, but oh soooo good - then I was supposed to go to the annual eggnog party. That's right, a party where the main focus is drinking eggnog - the non-alcoholic type 'cause I don't drink. It is a tradition dating back to my gr, 9 year. Anyhoo - it got cancelled, well ok, rescheduled until Thursday - so I'll post on Thursday or Friday letting you know the details and the history. So, I was left with the problem of my first free night in ages and not much to do. Most of my friends had gone home already for the holidays. I guess that's one problem with living at home and going university five blocks away: when the holidays come, it gets really quiet. At any rate, my brother, David, suggested that we go see a movie with a couple of his friends that he had stood up for something or other during the day. I agreed and we set off to Hamilton to watch King Kong with a nagging suspicion in my head that I was forgetting something that I had to do, which I promptly remembered halfway to Hamilton(good movie by the way). My credit card bill was due. I normally pay it online, and normally at least a day early, especially if it falls on the weekend. Now, I don't like carrying a balance, but even if I just decided to carry the balance, I would still have to make the minimum payment. $10. If I was going to pay, I might as well pay the whole thing, I mean I had the money, so what's the point of paying interest, right? Luckily, David had his new laptop in the car with us, so we set about trying to find a wifi hotspot. We found one(the simplified version) - but then I realized I didn't remember how much the balance was. So, I called home and got mom to go and get the bill off my desk and tell me the balance. She did so without complaint - thanks mom. Then, I go into the Second cup where I had seen the hotspot sign in the window. Coincidentally, it was where we were meeting David's friends before the movie. I get a drink, hot apple cider with cinnamon, and try to get on the internet. I couldn't. Well, I could, but access was restricted to second cup's website, rogers.ca etc. In order to really use the internet you had to pay. $6 for 1 hr. I didn't clue in that that is about what the interest charges would have been(maybe more actually), but went straight ahead and purchased 1 hr with my credit card. Upon the completion of the transaction, it notifies me that my username and password will be emailed to me shortly and that I should log into my email and get the username and password then log into their network with them. But wait just a second . . . . . .I CAN'T USE MY EMAIL BECAUSE THEY NEED ME TO LOG IN FISRT. AGHHHHHHH!!!!!! The stupidity of this system is mind boggling. So, I ask the girl behind the counter what they do in this situation as it must come up a lot. She shrugs and says, "I don't know, it's not my problem, the Rogers people look after that wireless stuff." and walks away. At this point I was pretty ticked off as I had wasted $6 and still hadn't been able to pay the bill. Finally I admitted defeat, watched the movie and payed the bill when I got home - after midnight by a fair chunk. I will definitely be contacting the hotspot folks to demand my money back - for advertising a service that you can't actually use unless you can connect to the internet on your own anyway in which case you wouldn't need their services. I'm also going to complain to second cup about how rude the girl behind the counter was. Even if she couldn't help, there was no call for her to be so rude about it. Anyway. Though defeated, in my on time bill paying saga, I fell I must not remain silent. I'll let y'all (I talk to Americans wayyyy to much) know the outcome, but I suspect it won't come of anything. Grrr, greedy corporate houses of coffee - I don't even drink coffee. . . . .they put a little bah in my humbug - and I was having such a good Christmas season - ok, well I still am. :) noggins on Thursday people . . .noggins on Thursday.

Exploding Whale

2005-12-15T03:45:00.000-05:00

Hmm,
Who would have thought the best way to dispose of a dead whale was to use 1/2 a tonne of dynamite. Well, maybe dispose is the wrong word. Perhaps, disperse over a quarter mile radius and still leave a large portion of the carcas behind is more appropriate. Classic American silliness and lack of forethought.

Sweet dreams folks

Andrew

Happy 100th!

2005-12-11T19:38:00.000-05:00

Well, not that it is a particulary big accomplishment in the grand scheme of things, but I have now enticed 102 of you to waist some of your time reading my blog. To you I say HA! HA! ha. . . .awww, it is a hollow victory. The webstats are still addicting though. So a big shout out is in order to those blogtrekkers out there who valiantly ploughed through the backwaters of the blogosphere in order to get here. To you I say Here Here! Yes, you know who you are . . .I see Billy and Suzy and Johnny and little Katie and gimpy Moe . . . yes, yes, I see you all, you're all here and it makes me feel so good to know that you are. If you're good, maybe I'll let Sam read you a story or his computer, TXL, to teach a cartoon lesson about the world. Ahh, being a kid in the 80s definitely provided me with some strange memories. (Jeff!!! Don't lose your hat again!) Today's Special definitely makes the list as one of those memories. How did I get on this topic again? Ah yes, procrastinating again, that was it. I was going to tell you I was procrastinating. But it didn't realy work. I started writing this post over two hours ago, but I got distracted by doing my work. Strange. Oh well, back at it again.

Andrew

Andrew

Exams . . . and crazy scary things

2005-12-08T02:05:00.000-05:00

Well, Jody, the short answer is yesnosometimes-oh-ok . .no. Never, I'm sorry I am beginning to loose it again. Anyway, over the past week or so since my last post I have finsished classes for the semester and have my first exam tomorrow noon. I'm not too worried about it. The exam I have on Friday is a different matter. At any rate, there have been much more scary things going on.

Last Friday(Dec. 2nd), I left the house to walk to my 11:30am class. The last class of the semester I might add so I definitely wanted to get to it in order to 1. hand in my 16 page essay that would get 0% if it was not on the desk at the beginning of class and 2. be present for any possible exam review or hints(that is the class for which the exam is this Friday). Anyway, I digress. On my way out the back door I was made aware of a rather large dog barking in my neighbour's backyard. Now we share a driveway with my neighbour and the driveway is all that seperates our backyards. No fence, no hedge, no moat with dog eating alligators. As I begin to walk down the driveway I notice that the dog is in fact a pit bull and it is in fact standing directly in the middle of Mrs. Norcott's backyard barking at one particular molecule of air about six inches in front of its face that seems to have enraged it somehow. Not wishing a confrontation, I walk swiftly down my driveway, and if any of you short people out there have gone for a walk with me you will remember telling me to stop running and letting you catch up. Well, that was me walking normally. I was walking fast. Richard Simmons is out to get me in a track suit and sweat band fast. Mistako numero uno. Dogs like fast things. They chase fast things. So, the next thing I know the barking is getting louder . . .and closer . . . .I think to myself, "oh great slobery loudmouth here wants to pick a fight" so I turn around and the pitbull is charging at me, still barking, now at me with large tendrils of drool cascading from his mouth. At 6 feet away I decide to take a page from Chuck Norice's book and round house kick the thing in the head if it gets any closer. Well, maybe not roundhouse kick, but definitely do some damage with with a solid hoof. By the time it got to 3 feet away it had noticed the steeling glint of determination not to be mauled in my eyes and stopped dead in its tracks. Still barking non-stop. I slowly turned around and walked away. As soon as I was out of sight I booked it to class and handed in my essay. On time. hurray. the end.

On Friday afternoon, right after class, I saw a drug bust. Where else would it be but in front of Rumbles bar, the go-go dancer training ground for Seductions night club(not that I have ever been to Seductions, that's really not my scene). Yeah, the cops were in plainclothes and had already cuffed a young guy who had been buying pot from an old grodie looking guy. The old guy was resisting and they had him tackled against the ground and were reading his rights to him. The sidewalk was covered with the dealer's little baggies. Of course, being Brantford, and right across the street from NCO(the call centre where I work), a crowd of people out on their smoke break had crossed the street and were watching the bust. I use the term "watching" rather loosely, a more appropriate term might be something along the lines of peering considering that they were less than two feet away from the cops. The two girls I was walking with wanted to cross the street so as not to have to walk past the drug bust, but in true Brantford style, I made them walk past 1. because not doing so would have required either backtracking or j-walking and 2. everybody really wanted a better look anyway. So we walked past . . leaving a respectable distance out of respect for the cops need for a workable space and then crossed the street. And life continued as normal. One surreal downtown Brantford moment in a long string of surreal downtown Brantford moments.

On Tuesday, I was walking back to the WLUSU office or something with Brad. Anyway, we were crossing Darling St. on George St and some guy passes us on the crosswalk carrying a strung bow and a full sheaf of arrows. He didn't seem to be hunting or have just come from hunting. Just another surreal downtown Brantford moment.

Yesterday I went blogtrekking again and here are the results. I haven't linked the blogs I found these on, instead I just directed you to the content that I thought was interesting. I seem to have come across a theme with this content, but, I am not quite sure what it is, oh wait, yes I do. They are all links that appeal to nerds.

Qrio - dancing robots, not robot dancing
Underwood No. 5 - Typewriter or computer, make up your mind!!
WTF? - not profanity . . no really it isn't
Creepy, odd, and luminous - Beauty kit, plaid, e-baby

enjoy

Andrew

Do I have a wealthy patron?

2005-11-27T22:47:00.000-05:00

So, today I went on a blogtrek. I started following blog links beginning on JPTH International and prety soon I was way, way, way past six degrees of separation. And yet somehow I ended up on Santa's Blog where I learned how the jolly old elf met the missus among other things. The site is sponsored by a company called Five Star Experience based out of Toronto. I've been to Toronto countless times, I mean I only live about 100 kms away and I have actually heard about this five star thing so maybe 6 degrees of separation isn't so unreasonable. Anyway the idea of Five Star is that most people we buy Christmas gifts for already have everything. Instead of suggesting that you better spend your money by giving it to charities that will help the needy, they suggest that you give the person experiences. You can buy the person an experience or a package of experiences and then the person gets to choose from their list of experiences. With experiences such as bungee jumping a day at the spa or a private sailing lesson. Anyway, if I have a wealthy patron out there who feels like spending $850 on me so I can do the deluxe "Rennaissance Man" package then please step forward, but only if you have buckets of cash and have given a fair chunk of it to a more worthy cause first. I think my gift receiving policy is getting a little too strict. Oh well . . .

So, I got to wondering if I had coined a new term in the word BLOGTREK. It appears I am not. However, I think I may have used it in a new way. Well, that is kind of unsubstantiated. I really only clicked on the first link when I searched other blogs for the term blogtrek so I must go back and check now, please excuse me a moment . . . . . . .well, it appears the only one to use the term is the author of a blog called Finksville. He devoted an entire blog to his blogtrekking, but alas, he only ever posted a test post. . . . .Anyway, it appears that Google has heard the term a bit more than the 6 times that blogger has. In fact, Google reported 137 instances of the term blogtrek. From reading these I have come to a semi-formal definition:

blogtrek; blogtreking, blogtrekked, blogtrekker: 1. To search for blogs containing one's name as part of the title or author's name with the intention of rating their 'coolness'. 2. Frequent use of the "next blog" button with the intention of reviewing the sites visited. These searches may or may not employ the prime directive of blogtrekking. 3. To follow the blog links of your friends and their frinds until you have encounter an interesting blog. See also blogroll link-surfing.

Well, there you have it. I think I will probably begin blog trekking as the urge occurs. I'll let you know what crazy sites I end up on.

Finksville
eight-bit.com
Saint Nate's Blog
Bonus
Freebie Village Frugalities

You have to be careful using definition #2 --> I came across "Nadine's Sex Page" and had to hit the button again really quickly . . .

Anyway, good night never . . . for someone named never, you seem to be getting a lot of posts lately. Oh well, maybe I'm a little misguided, but posts seem to result in hits, so . . . .maybe it'll keep coming.

Snowy Night

2005-11-25T05:12:00.000-05:00

So, this one is for those two Brits and the one Malaysian that have read my oh-so-exciting blog. I'm going to perpetuate the Canadian myth that it is always cold here and snows like crazy all the time, because clearly that is the case. Ok, well maybe not, but for the end of November it is pretty typical to get a snow storm like this. Technically this isn't the first snow of the season as it did snow one day last week, but that all melted within a couple of hours and seeing how as it's -9C out right now it isn't likely to melt any time soon. We got a good 10cm of snow today but it is all lake effect snow so it will compact down if it doesn't all melt sometime next week. Anyway Kev and Jody have already started posting about such things as Christmas lights, but the only thing that comes to mind is that cat from Christmas Vacation. Poor cat, good times. I don't feel bad for the cat, I read in the credits at the end of the movie that no animals were harmed in the making of the movie, but I'm not so sure . . . .that turkey looked pretty harmed to me. Anyway it's 5am and I could sure go for a little bit of turkey harming myself right now. If this was America I would go down and raid the fridge for some unless I was one of those strange families that that have ham or roast beef at Thanksgiving . . . .Anyway, I seem to be losing the point here . . . . .ah yes . . . . .no Turkey, but soon. I can't wait until the house smells like baking and stuffing and turkey and mashed potatoes and all that other lovely stuff that Christmas brings. Yeah, I'll tell you what else Christmas brings . . .more time spent at the Y! Hmm, the Y opened 40 mins ago and I haven't gone to bed yet. goodnight, umm, morning, oh whatever, you understand what I mean. Hey first person to find the hidden link and post a comment telling me where it is gets a prize. . . . .

Andrew

Webstats are addicting

2005-11-23T02:57:00.000-05:00

So, I decided that a free webcounter would be neat for this blog, but when I looked into it, most of them wanted to put their stupid little add links underneath them and I really didn't feel it was necessary to advertise cheap pharmaceuticals, penile enhancements, free ipod scams, online college diplomas, premium watches at discount prices or any of that crap . That link is tasteless, I know. Anyway, I finally found one that wouldn't inundate you with advertising called statcounter.com. Anyway, I will look into making the stats public so that all 5 of you that have already looked at my blog so far(hurray!) will be able to look at all those lovely web stats too.

In other news, the SLC opens to all students tomorrow . . .er . . . today(it's late) . . . . .on Nov. 23rd. Pretty soon(as early as the begginning of next month) Foot Patrol will be operating out of their new office. One Card access for 24hr access to the student lounge etc is in the works and I'll let you all know when it will be working as soon as possible.

For those of you who do not go Laurier, the SLC is the brand new building that the Wilfrid Laurier Univerty Students' Union(WLUSU) has just recently built. The building has three floors and includes: two student lounges, council chambers(a large board room), committee offices, bookable meeting rooms, multi-purpose programming space(think pub nights or dances and such), a coffee shop(soon), a computer lab, quiet study space, storage, and all this in the basement and ground floors. Upstairs we are renting space out to Student Services and Health Services with space for staff offices, counseling and medical examination rooms, distance ed. and special needs exam rooms etc. The SLC is so exciting because up until now all of WLUSU Brantford has operated out of a single office about the size of about 8 phone booths. That is easily 200 volunteers all trying to work out of a tiny space with practically no storage. So, a lot of people's bedrooms will become a lot less clutterred as they will be able to store the supplies used by their committee or club in the SLC. But probably not my room. I can clutter mine quite well on my own thanks. Anyway, I am going to be giving tours for a while tomorrow between 10-11:30am, feel free come by and visit.

If you hadn't noticed yet, I figured out how to hyperlink stuff and I'm keeping myself quite amused by linking to just about everything possible. Anyway, don't feel you have to follow every link I give you, often they will just be background info about something or something funny (if you have gotten this far and haven't clicked on the crap link, I would suggest against it). I promise never to put a link to tubgirl on here.

Anyway, back to the essay madness

Andrew

Move-in Day Sweetness

2005-11-22T02:15:00.000-05:00

Just look at all those windows and that snappy looking desk configuration!!

Me and Jess straight thuggin' in the Services Hallway.

The first meeting of the Management Committee in the Council Chamber. We used it before Council. teehee

Opening day sweetnes.

Committe Office should really say Management Committee Office i.e. MINE!!! ok, and Morgan Josh and Ruth's . .

My desk is the one on the right hand side at the back. I have a window view and a door view. Sweet.

Foot Patrol

Foot Patrol Office

Mike pretending to work. . . I mean showing that chair who's boss!

Oh Greg . . . . we wouldn't let you get tossed out on the street.

So, today was opening day, or more accurately, today was move-in day, officially the Student Life Centre(SLC) opens to students on Wednesday. The Management Committee and Campus Council will be on site throughout the day to give people tours as they trickle in. I't very exciting. Especially seeing how as either the MC office or the Commish's office are both easily larger than the office that all of WLUSU Brantford has operated out of for the last four years. I've spent a lot of time in that office over the course of my university career so I'm kind of sad to see it go. I remember the Sputnik meetings with Nick, Steph and the gang, hanging out late nights with Foot Patrol, office hours and such with Elections, hiring and marking applications ALL NIGHT . . . . .ah good times. But then, I look at that picture of my office and realize that I don't have to share one computer with a bazillion other people, I'll have administrator priveleges again, windows in my office so I can tell what general time of day it is. Anyway, it's time to get crackin on essays.

Night All

Andrew

Come one, come all!!!

2005-11-21T04:35:00.000-05:00

Come one, come all!!! Read my blog . . . . or not. Or not?!?!?!? What kind of a pesimistic way is that to start your first blog entry?? Eh? Oh wait, this is a replacement for my MSN Space which I clearly left for months at a time without ever updating and therefore lost my readership. It is surprising though how many people were actually reading what I had to say. A lot of my friends would say they checked it on a regular basis for updates(clearly they have too much time on theor hands) - and then there were lots of random comments from people I don't know . . . . or more likely my friends under pseudonyms. If you're interested in reading my old entries, they are available here. If you like nonsense, random rants, the world of makebelieve and a tree frog background, then that's the place you ought to go. Grrr Micro$oft and its limited editing features. In other, yet somehow strangely related news, I downloaded the latest Mepis live cd a week or so ago and have been running my computer from the live cd about 50% of the time since then. I plan make my machine a dual boot system as soon as I get a larger hard drive. There isn't enough space to repartition my hard drive and install the OS. I only have 40 gigs. Yes, I know, I just placed myself securely in the realm of geekdom, but, hey I'm the popular jock of the realm of geekdom. All the other geeks look up to me 'cause I'm the coolest. That's right, geeko numero uno right baby. Wow, it's late, and I have a tonne of stuff to do tomorrow . . . .and tomorrow starts in less than five hours.
Goodnight world.
Goodnight moon.
Goodnight fork.
Goodnight spoon.
Goodnight work.
Goodnight room.
Goodnight me.
Goodnight you.

Rember when if you check the time this was published it is defintely closer to 5am than 4? The Y has opened for the day and I haven't gone to bed yet. I'm tired, and I get silly when I'm tired or sometimes I get mean when I'm tired. Anyway, this post is getting kind of long and silly.

'night

Andrew