Just add water...

A sure fire recipe for stupidity...

A startling new scientific discovery has today been made by me. In a strange and baffling observation, I have discovered that exposure to rain makes people significantly more stupid. Though this conclusion has only been drawn from results on Canadian highways/motorways, it may have much boader reaching implications.

Now, I know as much as anyone else out there that there exist a lot of crappy, crappy drivers. I experience them much of the time. But on a rainy, windy, crappy-driving-conditions day like today, you would have thought that they would stay in hiding, or at least drive a little more carefully, but apparently not!! In fact, the number of crappy drivers increased by several times (they must be breeding). But given the weather, it went beyond crappy, it became down right dangerous. There were people weaving and cutting up close in front of semi-trucks and not signalling all around. Rarely am I inclined to use my horn, but I actually felt the need to hit it as a driver whipped in front of me and procedded to slam on her brakes (and no, I'm not assuming it was a woman, I checked). This is dangerous, disrepectful and downright stupid in good weather, but with today's conditions, it just becommes ridiculous.

Hopefully, they'll learn to drive before I feel inclined to pull them over, get out of the car and share a peace of my mind.

Learn to drive,

Pete

Random Thought...

Ok, so I was getting a drink a minute ago and musing about being tired, and a thought occurred to me;

Why do Pimps have canes?

I mean, I know it's a pretty stylin' accessory, and occasionally proves useful for beating hoes (as pimps so often do), but it just doesn't seem to fit. Pimps have plenty of cool trinkets and other such things to complete their outfits (Read: Pimp Hats and Bling), so what benefit does the Pimp cane have. And who was it that first thought "Hey, I'm a pretty Pimp-tastic lookin' Pimp, but a cane would just make me look so much sicker!".

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Pimp canes as much as the next guy, but why do Pimps carry canes? I guess this one'll just be added to my list of stuff I don't understand, along with the mystery of GUMMY and the origin of belly button fluff.

Till then, keep Pimpin'

Pete



(For the record, the word Pimp was used 10 times in this post(Not counting just then), as an adjective, a verb and a noun)

What a weekend...

"I feel like a chipmunk who just got run over...then had to be at work at 8:30 on a Sunday morning..."

Wow, what a weekend. This is gonna be one uber-post of nothing special, other than my weekend, cause there's been so damn much going on.

So we start with Friday, and the dreaded 12 hour day. In honesty, it wasn't all that bad. I was actually finished any kind of serious work by around 3-4. Now, that doesn't mean that I wasn't kept around doing menial tasks until 7 o'clock, but that's hardly the point. Having said, it still went by pretty fast, after the first 5 hours had passed. But then what does one do when one finishes work at 7 on a Friday night? Why, one waits for ones workmates to be allowed to leave, then one goes to the bar and starts drinking with the aforementioned workmates. And how. I didn't think that drinking with a bunch of oldies would be that much fun, but it was good times. I'll admit, this could have been because I hadn't eaten since lunch and got pretty "fuzzy" pretty fast, but it was a good time anyway. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, alcohol is the social lubricant.

Then there's Saturday. I'm only gonna skim over Saturday, because it was just a lot of frustration and ridiculousness. Suffice it to say, I got very annoyed (Read: Computers are stupid), I have a love-hate relationship with Best Buy (with an emphasis on Best Buy being stupid), and I now have yet another MP3 player, except I returned the old one and this one is exactly the same as the old one (well, the same, minus the chip in the chrome that I created when I dropped it on the kitchen floor....hehehehe, radioshack suckers :P).

Which brings us to today, which was Sunday last I checked, and the quote of the day, at the top. This perfectly epitomises how I feel. Dead. Very much dead. I never want to see 7am on a Sunday ever again, unless I partied so hard the night before, I hadn't slept. Now, that's a crappy start to a day, but the story gets better. We drive into Toronto (in the Finch area, if you care) and set up our rock-climbing wall. So, me and the other guy I'm working with are, well, working for an hour or so (so it's around 10:30-11:00), and we think, "Hey, where did the boss go?". Yeah, that's right, he left, and took his truck with him. Well, no problem, we can handle the situation, right? Why sure. Problem is, my water bottles and sun cream were still in the car. So we're both stuck out there with nothing to drink and no sun cream and no one to cover for us while we go to get a drink until a little past 2. We packed up the wall, got into the truck, and I almost passed out. I'm still out of it now. I actually got tired from standing earlier. Not walking, not climbing stairs, standing. Just plain standing. I need rest. It was a long day

[EDIT: I also got sunburnt...GRRRRRR]

And that's my weekend in most of it's entirety. Another week over my friends, and back to the daily grind on Monday. I get the overwhelming impression that I'm gonna find out why people hate Monday's so much this week.

Pete

Ha!! In your face, I went out last......

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz......

Well, I did it, I went out last night, reclaiming my youth. Well, not really actually. I was still back home and in bed by 1, which is pretty damn weak, but it's definitely a good start. And was it worth it? Hell YES!!!! But there was one minor, teeny, tiny, little problem.

I came with in a quarter inch of falling asleep, sat upright, at my desk, at work. And this wasn't even first thing in the morning. Oh no, this was at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I was looking at my work, and the eyelids just started dropping, and dropping, and they closed and....BANG!!! Something scared me enough to wake me back up. I have no idea what it was, or even if it was real, but it woke me up a little, which was all I needed. Otherwise, I would have been out for the count. Lucky the boss took a day off.

So will this be a deterrent? Will I return to my life of quiet and well rested solitude through out the week? Not a chance. This is just the beginning. And anyway, I have all of next year's classes to catch up on my sleep. After all, it's only summer once every year.

See you out and about guys!

Pete

ps Cheers Christine, definitely a good night.

I got told...

My pride is officialy dented...

Wow. Never did I think, at the age of 18, would I be mocked by a bunch of 30+ year old's about how I suck and should go out more. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I don't go out that often, as a group me and my freinds don't that much, especially not in the week. But to be told by people, some of which are twice my age, that I'm letting them down!!! There is definatley a problem here.

So, i can't take this, can I? Can I????? I guess I can't, which means I have to be doing more stuff. So, let's go guys, let's start hanging out more. I know we all have work or school or crap like that, but I don't think it's an excuse. Even if we just chill or watch a movie or crap like that, I don't care, but we gots to be doing something.

So watch out kids, and expect me to be knocking on your doors at some unholy hour to get you to come out some time soon.

Get ready, and get your party boots on,

Pete

Way to not be young anymore...

"What happened to you China, you used to be cool..."

Boy did we get old fast. According to my best (yet slightly inebriated) calculations, almost everyone left Em's place by 12:30 last night. What the hell happened. We're supposed to all be out partying and drinking till the sun rises. Instead, most of us are trading it for a nice early night. Now don't get me wrong, I like sleep as much as, if not more than, the next guy. BUT COME ON!!!!

And we all know that this isn't a one time thing. Oh no, for some time now, the "stay-out-till-god-only-knows-what-hour" attitude that reigned supreme over last summer's activities has been in steady decline. This is a very stark sign of aging way before our time. Before you know it we'll be trading our beers for warm milk and our shot glasses for reading glasses. Drastic action must be taken people...we have to take back our youth!

If we don't act soon, our party's will begin to look like this.



For now though, I'm just gonna hope this is a short term deal, a "phase" if you will. With any luck, soon enough we'll have grown out of this...or regressed, I'm not sure which. And if not, then god-damn I'm gonna just have to sit around and drink till I'm young again, even if none of you join me.

Till then, stay young,

Pete

ps, there were no photos of last night, becasue there was nothing photo worthy going on...again, I'm dissapointed.

The twighlight hour...

The scary inner workings of Tom...

Scientist's have recently discovered that Tom gets really funny and messed up when he's tired. Between the hour's of 2 and 3am, some scary changes happen in his head, and all manner of things start spewing out. It's probably safer to not get into details, but let's just say there was a whole lot of talk about the military and the ocean. You rock Tom.

And on to tonight. Another party at chez Bennet. If history is anything to go by, it should be a riot. Check back for pictures tomorrow, if I'm sober enough to use a camera.

Peace,

Pete

Mmmm, wastes of money...

Thought I'd post a photo of my new toy. The old MP3 player destroyed itself, so I got this bad boy as a replacement. It's a little tricky to use, but damn does it look cool. Real small too, which is always a plus. Does mean I can't say "Is there an mp3 player in my pocket or am I just glad to see you?" anymore. :(

Working, Working...

Finally, something to do...

So I get back from lunch after a relaxing morning of doing absolutely nothing at all in the office, and guess what...They finally found me something to do. In fact, they found several things for me to do (oh joy!). This further confirms the Mason Bus Theory. It states that "Everything is like buses...a drought will be followed by 3 of the things in question arriving at once". So far it has proven true for a plethora of different situations, confirming for me that it must be true for every case.

Right, now back to work...

Pete

(It's amazing that I still decide to screw around doing nothing even though I have actual work to be doing. Ah well, I blame the system for making me this way. That, and the media...and society...and my DNA.)

Welcome one, welcome all...

THE VERY FIRST POST ON MY BLOG!!

Hi all. This is the first of my blog entries. Hopefully the first of many, but I'll probably get bored pretty soon. At least it's a quick and easy way to waste time at work, but still make it look like I'm working on "Important Financial Documents" (Insert booming voice as necesary).

This is also gonna be a sounding board for all my rants and raves, so if at any time you get at all scared, just shout "Screamers". The emergency exits are located here, here...............and here.

Also, there should be photos up here eventually, but that may take some time, which I'm running pretty low on. If I get round to it though, it should be pretty cool.

Finally, anyone reading this (and by that, I of course mean EVERYONE) please write comments, if for no other reason than to entertain me while I'm sat at my desk.

Peace Out,

Pete