Merry Moctober
So that filthy, super lame and pathetic, month is coming up, November. Well this is one unemployed male who wont be growing ironic facial hair. My facial hair may exist due to apathy and laziness, but it will not exist due to some fad month thing. I just watched a youtube where ron swanson talks about movember and how he has a mustache and is a man. The thing is, pretty much every male i see who earnestly participates in movember is not much of a 'man' at all. They border on dandies, but without the charm. They are usually some variant of a moron who takes his queues from the 'its just for fun, lighten up' assholes. Well i say its not just for fun, its just for lame stupid bullshit mustache.
Yes, im still unemployed. I applied for a job i hope to get at TRIUMF. It is with the computing team for the T2K experiment. I think im fairly qualified but not entirely so, a computing science expert may be a better candidate. I, on the other hand, have some decent computing knowledge which is reinforced by being in particle physics for the past 7 years. Margaret thinks i should go in there and present myself. I fear that the place will be full of Movemberites and they will sense my fundamental disdain for their 'personality'.
I will be co-hosting a haloween party with margaret and our roommate Mike. We chatted this morning about some loose ideas for the party. The loose ideas were: Chips, Salsa, Dips, Candy and Veggies. Other loose ideas were: Maybe a pumpkin, look at my slorg, a bit of hehe, where were you this weekend, and baby in los angeles. I think 20 people have confirmed on facebook or something like that, but many more have confirmed by the old tradition of voice. It should be pretty good. Im going to petition my downstairs neighbor for a drumming schedule, so that i can set up my drum in the basement and not have him hate me. There might be a guy at the party who drums, i may ask him if he wants to jam some time, it hink he has expressed interest in such things previously.
My bike has not sold yet, despite my ridiculously inflated asking price. Perhaps the price is not insulting enough to the average consumer? One plesant french girl stopped by with her 'groovy west coast boyfriend'. She road the bike around and expressed a fondness for it. She said no more than 240. I told her id give it a month more at my price for brain damaged people and then i would get in touch with her. She said "oui oui, moi non plus ca vas poupitre", the boyfriend squinted and said 'faaaaaaaaar out maaaan, faaaar fucking OUT!'.
It was lucky that i found balloons in our hallway closet. Very lucky. My paper mache slorg has taken on a great shape due to the balloons. I also inflated a few balloons to have as 'around the house balloons'. Here we see Margaret enjoying one of these balloons. The around the house balloons are stored on a shelf which has only balloons on it.
The other day me and margert went into an old industrial district near commercial and hastings to check out a fabric sale. Margaret had sniffed this thing out and wanted to check out as there could ahve been some "fabulous fabric fashion forward fair fprices" (her words, not mine.........). We got there and it was pretty mega budge. It was a small room full of women who looked like they watch way too much Ellen. The fabric there, according to M herself, was of shitty quality and only good for 'athletics uniforms' ( her words not mine, for real this time.).
On one of the last sunny days in town we (me and mizzz margaret) went down around the gastown/bumtown area for some beers and walk around. The alibi room is there and if i remember correctly we stopped in that day. I feel awkward going in there now because at one point i was a bit....very bit.....of a dick to a fake Australian guy. I think i may have mentioned it, but he came over all interested in a record i got, as if i cared about what a fake Australian guy has to say about my record. THEN, he overcharges me and THEN i indignantly think he is trying to rip me off again after giving me back my money..........look, the point is that he was fake Australian....fucking perpetual five o clock shadow, shaved head, earing, plaid shirt with top two buttons undone.......maybe he wasnt even all that fake now that i think about it.
Yes, im still unemployed. I applied for a job i hope to get at TRIUMF. It is with the computing team for the T2K experiment. I think im fairly qualified but not entirely so, a computing science expert may be a better candidate. I, on the other hand, have some decent computing knowledge which is reinforced by being in particle physics for the past 7 years. Margaret thinks i should go in there and present myself. I fear that the place will be full of Movemberites and they will sense my fundamental disdain for their 'personality'.
I will be co-hosting a haloween party with margaret and our roommate Mike. We chatted this morning about some loose ideas for the party. The loose ideas were: Chips, Salsa, Dips, Candy and Veggies. Other loose ideas were: Maybe a pumpkin, look at my slorg, a bit of hehe, where were you this weekend, and baby in los angeles. I think 20 people have confirmed on facebook or something like that, but many more have confirmed by the old tradition of voice. It should be pretty good. Im going to petition my downstairs neighbor for a drumming schedule, so that i can set up my drum in the basement and not have him hate me. There might be a guy at the party who drums, i may ask him if he wants to jam some time, it hink he has expressed interest in such things previously.
My bike has not sold yet, despite my ridiculously inflated asking price. Perhaps the price is not insulting enough to the average consumer? One plesant french girl stopped by with her 'groovy west coast boyfriend'. She road the bike around and expressed a fondness for it. She said no more than 240. I told her id give it a month more at my price for brain damaged people and then i would get in touch with her. She said "oui oui, moi non plus ca vas poupitre", the boyfriend squinted and said 'faaaaaaaaar out maaaan, faaaar fucking OUT!'.
It was lucky that i found balloons in our hallway closet. Very lucky. My paper mache slorg has taken on a great shape due to the balloons. I also inflated a few balloons to have as 'around the house balloons'. Here we see Margaret enjoying one of these balloons. The around the house balloons are stored on a shelf which has only balloons on it.
The other day me and margert went into an old industrial district near commercial and hastings to check out a fabric sale. Margaret had sniffed this thing out and wanted to check out as there could ahve been some "fabulous fabric fashion forward fair fprices" (her words, not mine.........). We got there and it was pretty mega budge. It was a small room full of women who looked like they watch way too much Ellen. The fabric there, according to M herself, was of shitty quality and only good for 'athletics uniforms' ( her words not mine, for real this time.).
On one of the last sunny days in town we (me and mizzz margaret) went down around the gastown/bumtown area for some beers and walk around. The alibi room is there and if i remember correctly we stopped in that day. I feel awkward going in there now because at one point i was a bit....very bit.....of a dick to a fake Australian guy. I think i may have mentioned it, but he came over all interested in a record i got, as if i cared about what a fake Australian guy has to say about my record. THEN, he overcharges me and THEN i indignantly think he is trying to rip me off again after giving me back my money..........look, the point is that he was fake Australian....fucking perpetual five o clock shadow, shaved head, earing, plaid shirt with top two buttons undone.......maybe he wasnt even all that fake now that i think about it.