"I waited a thoouuuuusannnnd yeeeeeeears...."



Ok, so it's not Odin... but I guess it's close enough.

How's it going all? I just though I'd do us all a favour and fire up another one of my delicious blog updates before I get swamped with pictures to put up. I don't really have a tonne of them, but I'd really like to put them up, and tell a few stories. I'm sure that most of what I've said here has already been mentioned in some way, shape, or form, but I'm totally down with a recap of the last few weeks, even if it is for my own greedy sake

HAHAHAHAHA

***** DAMN IT! My 5 minute off-on-a-tangent search for the Astro Boy soundtrack yielded nothing. I'd shit myself if I had that thing *****

My search did turn up this baby, but it was a sample listing or something. But, FUCK it would be cool to own that. I'd for sure be the envy of me, at this moment in time, if future me had that. Listen up future me, if you're there reading this: "EAT SHIT! ENJOY THAT THING WHILE IT LASTS! CHUCK IS GOING TO STEAL IT THE SECOND HE FINDS OUT YOU HAVE THIS".

Ok, now that that little tangent is over with...

It's about 10:30 right now. It's kind of funny to think about how close Christmas really is at this point. I think a few posts ago I was talking about how well I was doing for my shopping, and I maintain that I'm doing quite well for myself in terms of having gifts/ideas ready to go. It's good to be done early. I'm not saying that I'm done, but I know how crazy shit can get once December rolls around (and if you live in the states, there's always Friday). I mean, at my other job, it's already fucking crazy. People were waiting in the store for over an hour for the purolator guy to show up, so I could go through the stock as it came in, and watch them fight over WiiFit games as they arrived. It wasn't that bad, we had enough for the people there, but fuck. I can only imagine what it's going to be like in two weeks. But the frothing at the mouth people that were in the store today weren't as bad as the shitwads that were calling in, after we had sold out of those games. We had people calling in and freaking out, saying "well why did you tell me to call at this time instead of an hour ago when you were going to be getting your stock in and how many did you get and it's not fair to me because I'm too lazy to come down to the store from my office to wait like everybody else but you should secretly put one aside for me because I'm pretty cool you know but you can't so you're an asshole and you ruined christmas so fuck you!", or some punctuation devoid variant of that. I forgot how fucked up and frustrating retail is, and I completly forgot what it's like to deal with people in Bedford, because they all think that they're better than the person next to them and that they deserve whatever they want because they have money and want it now.

Fuck

Also, the other temp guy quit at the store last night, esentially dooming me from enjoying the casual pace I was working at there. Now I'm going to be pulling more hours (which is fine, don't get me wrong) for the next few weeks, so I won't get to have my usual sit around and play videogames until my eyes bleed time. I have goals people, and they include finishing game that I've purchased. I guess to sum it all up a few words: People are jerks.

At any rate, work at the office (my "real job") has slowed down again for the month, so all I have to do for work is sell people shit that they probably don't really want to buy for their bratty kids for a few weeks until I'm back in for the double dip.

Fuck, enough about employment.

So, as I said in the beginning, I've got some shots that I've taken with the ol' cammermobob, and I'm going to put them up damnit.

As I'm sure most of you are aware, that is, unless you don't live around here or you live under a rock in a cave that is hidden from the elements, there was a huge storm that came along and kicked everyone's collective ass this weekend past. I was working that afternoon at the store, and it was really busy. I guess people were out and about preparing for the worst of things, you know, buying shovels, snow blowers, hundreds of dollars worth of videogame equipment... so my shift went really quick. My 'break' consisted of me sitting in the back room receiving and counting the biggest box of random crap I'd ever encountered. I was pretty excited to be off though, because I was going home to a rumored delicious supper and then finding even more delicious beer in my stomach. So, I hopped in the car (I think it was around 7, so the snow had not even started yet) and drove home, singing along to my music all the way home.

(side note paragraph: I'm using my iPod more than I was ever using my other mp3 player. There's just so much ROOM for my stuff. It's really good. I've also restarted my Last.FM account, so anything I'm listening to in the car, or at home is put up on my profile, so everyone can see how cool I was circa two hours ago.)

When I arrived home, I was greeted with a delicious smell I had never encountered before, and Danielle was in the kitchen putting some finish touches on some homemade posole that she had whipped up over the afternoon.







Holy shit, it really did look that good, but it tasted BETTER.

Anyway, after we cleaned up a bit from supper, Danielle took the liberty of getting ready to go out. That's right, even though we knew there was a full-blown storm on the horizon, we thought it a good idea to venture out to Dartmouth to go to our friends Scott and Megan's birthday party. Hmmm. How did that turn out for us, I wonder???

Well, after we had stopped off to pick up some gifts for them, we drove the rest of the way into the middle of nowhere (no offense) to get to the party. Once we arrived, I started drinking, and we hung out, talked, then busted out some rock band 2. It was a pretty good time, Megan invited some people that I'd not met before, so that was kind of cool. Anyway, the drinking continued and it looked like it wasn't snowing too bad, so we just kept on rocking and drinking (well, not Danielle [the drinking that is, she does rock and it is often]). I took some shots with my mixel-pixel generator.























Video game characters humping???











Statsies, what whaaaaaat? (We are lame)









My mom saw this picture on facebook and wrote :"Call me you big loser.and stop using the middle finger!" She's so hip and current.



Now, which of these two do you think are staged shots?

#1:



#2:



And that was inside. Scott was pretty trashed. I had eight beer before it was time to drive home. And a good thing too because, little did I know, I was going to need a fairly thick Liquor Jacket.

Once we stepped outside (it was around 1:15am) we realized that maybe this whole storm thing was for real (we knew it was, but had been oblivious to how bad it had gotten). After trekking through the snow to find the buried car, I started to dig out, and once I got into the car, calmed Danielle down as best as I could for the drive home. Again, remind you, I was eight beers into the night, so it seemed like something we could do no problem.

(Yes, staying at Scott's was an option, but Danielle didn't want to, because she doesn't like staying at people's homes if she doesn't know them very well. Don't ask me about it though (the funny thing is that Sean pointed out how close his place was in proximity as opposed to our home, but in a freakout not every option surfaces outside of "home please".)

So off we went. The road that connects to Scott's street wasn't plowed at all. Danielle's all seasons we're barely able to keep a grip, and we were able to coast by at a ripping 30Km/h. This was a good choice because we couldn't see any more than, ummmm... maybe 5 feet ahead of us. So we got onto the highway, which was another stellar idea... and by stellar, I really do mean crazy. The wind was blowing harder, and the snow falling faster out there. The only plus side to that choice was that there were no other cars on the road. So after about half an hour, we finally made it to Burnside, where we decided that we weren't going to take the bridge and that we were taking the long way back into Halifax. We considered going to one of our parent's places in Bedford, but after some quick calculation, decided that any attempt to get up the massive hills protecting both homes would end in failure. So we went up the Dartmouth Road, followling a plow (which saved us really) until we got to Bedford. Again, the roads were the slipperiest I'd ever driven through (at least in a passenger seat), but we kept a good pace. Things took a turn for the worse, however, once we got to Windsor Street. After exiting the Bedford Highway and turning on to the street, the car got stuck on the slope. Danielle lost it. I was worried we were done driving for the night. But, I sucked it in, told Danielle to fucking punch it while I pushed the car up the hill to Connaught Street. After Danielle got some traction (about 3/4ths of the way up the hill), she was able to make it over the crest, and wait for me while I ran back to the car. I hopped in, and as we proceeded to breeze home (we didn't stop at any red lights or stop signs, but we coasted through after checking thoroughly for other cars) I decided that it would be fun to kick into an asthma attack. So I'm coughing, Danielle's freaking, and the car is dodging all the crazy people that are walking in the middle of the street trying to hitch a ride for the rest of the 10 min ride home, where I grab my puffers and all is good. I'm glad we made it home safe, that's for sure.

Nothing sobers you up faster than a nice, relaxing asthma attack.

Man, this thing is getting longer by the second.

(that's what she said)

Anyway, Danielle and I just kind of kept a low profile for the rest of the weekend, until yesterday (Tuesday). After work, Sean, Omar, and Chuck came over to hang out for a bit. We sat around for a while, and talked, and then Chuck said he was hungry. He suggested hummus and pita bread. Everyone agreed. After 10 minutes of thinking about the idea of preparing to leave, we got up and drove over to the grocery store to pick up supplies. We got back and ate like champs, having the requisite lewd conversations. After that, we rounded out the Astro Boy series, which was awesome. I think it was like two years in the making. I'd go back and check the archives, but man am I lazy.

Today, I got up and worked. BUT THEN I CAME HOME AND MADE PIZZA WITH DANIELLE!

LOOK AT HOW GOOD IT IS







Mmmm... Peperoni, onion, broccoli, and cheddar.

I also made a colour salad.





Well, that pretty much puts a cap on this update. I had a lot of fun writing this one up. I liked reliving the horrific two hour journey that was the drive home on Friday night. Lesson Learned. We have to drive faster and more dangerous next time. My story will be better. HA! This weekend brings a bit of work, mixed with some fun at Chalice's place. Oh what fun, I can't wait for another potluck! That's it for tonight!

GFY,
Tony I