mental. health canada just banned these so-called e-cigs.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Terrible
The purpose of our suffering
is more suffering.
We should be celebrating.
Because, one of us,
is nursing a terrible illness.
But we are all still alive and well.
We should celebrate that.
is more suffering.
We should be celebrating.
Because, one of us,
is nursing a terrible illness.
But we are all still alive and well.
We should celebrate that.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Weekend
I'm outta here.
I got a gig driving Peruvians to Québec.
My farewell activities shall take place next week. Thursday and/or Friday and/or Wednesday/Tuesday.
I got a gig driving Peruvians to Québec.
My farewell activities shall take place next week. Thursday and/or Friday and/or Wednesday/Tuesday.
Electricidad y Amor.
Although this week is about love and electricity and how they combine to make the huricane of pleasure,
I want to take a short rational break from all the emotion and talk about
THE DANGERS OF ELECTRIC LOVE
Before you fall into an avalanche of naked flesh and start sucking on gigantic boobs while getting ready to get penetrated by an electric powered plastic penis, you might want to take a few seconds before diving in a sea of pleasure and ask yourself: Is this really what I desire?
As our dearest departed friend, Boris Vian said, you never know if you really absolutely want the object of your lust until you've seen it at the beach.
For instance, let's say you met charming Donatella at a luxurious hotel in Monaco,
and while getting acquainted with this lovely lady, you noticed that you've been exchanging heartshaped sparks of love through the whole evening. Dang! you says to yourself, I must take this woman home and penetrate her with all my might!
THATS when you must take a minute to remind yourself of this ever valuable tip of the week, brought to you by Mr. Vian himself:
or you might be caught up in a hotel room with dearest Donatella, without any prior knowledge of her looks in the nude, which would have so adequately been revealed to you had you brought her to the beach for a quick inspection ...
I want to take a short rational break from all the emotion and talk about
THE DANGERS OF ELECTRIC LOVE
Before you fall into an avalanche of naked flesh and start sucking on gigantic boobs while getting ready to get penetrated by an electric powered plastic penis, you might want to take a few seconds before diving in a sea of pleasure and ask yourself: Is this really what I desire?
As our dearest departed friend, Boris Vian said, you never know if you really absolutely want the object of your lust until you've seen it at the beach.
For instance, let's say you met charming Donatella at a luxurious hotel in Monaco,
and while getting acquainted with this lovely lady, you noticed that you've been exchanging heartshaped sparks of love through the whole evening. Dang! you says to yourself, I must take this woman home and penetrate her with all my might!
THATS when you must take a minute to remind yourself of this ever valuable tip of the week, brought to you by Mr. Vian himself:
or you might be caught up in a hotel room with dearest Donatella, without any prior knowledge of her looks in the nude, which would have so adequately been revealed to you had you brought her to the beach for a quick inspection ...
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Life's Little Pleasures
I wanted to share with you guys that taking your cellphone into the crapper to read various articles or email on the web is the new reading a magazine or newspaper while taking a dump.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Dear Kevin-Steve Pelletier
I'm sorry I fucked up. It was stupid. I was stupid. And slightly hypocritical. I remember warning and advising my social circle to take it easy Saturday night. Is there a difference between excuses and reasons? That depends whether you're speaking to your mom or your bookie. Regardless, I believe that my failure is a mixture of both.
You see, it was my niece's birthday party on Saturday. My sister got me drunk because she wanted me to stay longer. I could have said no, but it's so good, once it hits your lips, it's so good.
Needless to say, over three litres of beer later, my decision-making abilities were severely compromised. Combine the late night with the mildly severe cramps I blame on the McDonald's I had before bed, I was in no mood to brutalize my stomach, liver and intestines any further.
I apologize. Here's a token to beg your forgiveness: Another scene from Old School which is surely one of the funniest movies scenes in the history of cinema.
Yours truly,
The bières versées en trop team
You see, it was my niece's birthday party on Saturday. My sister got me drunk because she wanted me to stay longer. I could have said no, but it's so good, once it hits your lips, it's so good.
Needless to say, over three litres of beer later, my decision-making abilities were severely compromised. Combine the late night with the mildly severe cramps I blame on the McDonald's I had before bed, I was in no mood to brutalize my stomach, liver and intestines any further.
I apologize. Here's a token to beg your forgiveness: Another scene from Old School which is surely one of the funniest movies scenes in the history of cinema.
Yours truly,
The bières versées en trop team
Saturday, March 21, 2009
BRAIN WEEK (Last day of)
A RECESS!!!
"When I look upon seamen, men of science and philosophers, man is the wisest of all beings; when I look upon priests and prophets nothing is as contemptible as man."
Which is the man who pronounced these wisest words?
a) Ice Cube
b) Abraham Lincoln
c) Candyman
d) Diogenes
I Feel Bad About Doing This
But it made me feel worse.
A friend asked people to go vote for his video for this contest on Musique+. I like to help my peeps out so I went to take a look. Here is the video.
The combination of the video and the song made me want to retch. The beginning was passable, but then the guy started to rap. That's when I lost it. I couldn't believe I knew people who were involved with this vile and improbable masala of cultural pablum, slimy people and morbific taste.
Luckily my friend was just the cinematographer, and considering the circumstances, did quite a good job. Still, it's being associated, even quite remotely with this stuff which makes my skin crawl.
A friend asked people to go vote for his video for this contest on Musique+. I like to help my peeps out so I went to take a look. Here is the video.
The combination of the video and the song made me want to retch. The beginning was passable, but then the guy started to rap. That's when I lost it. I couldn't believe I knew people who were involved with this vile and improbable masala of cultural pablum, slimy people and morbific taste.
Luckily my friend was just the cinematographer, and considering the circumstances, did quite a good job. Still, it's being associated, even quite remotely with this stuff which makes my skin crawl.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The nature of things, with NLONES (Brain Week series)
!!!INTERNATIONAL BRAIN WEEK!!!
Which is scarier,
a strange aged man?
or an old neurotic cunt? (I hate her)
As I was going down on Sainte-Catherine, she gave me a gift. A true representation of her Saintness's splendor. Indeed, it is rather rare to see the doors of a Peep Show parlour open in broad daylight. And everytime I see someone coming out of one of those majestic places I'm amazed at the originality and splendidness of the individual.
Today I was lucky enough to see a man make his way out of a Peep Show in the most self-assured manner. I decided to follow him, because I found him beautiful but also because of my inquisitive mind, always at work for the interest of Science.
The man was also wearing pointy shoes, which added to his elegance.
He was in his late 50's. He looked healthy and very well fed. His white hair gave him the solennel aura of wisdom that does not always come with white hair. As I was following his old flabby ass, I thought to myself: "Who is that man? Where does he come from? and most important, where is he going? For I am following him." and so we walked down Sainte Catherine, in the middle of this splendid and sunny afternoon. Then, suddenly, he made a left turn on Saint-Laurent, "By jove, this man has more than a trick up his sleeve!" said I, beginning to salivate from the fleeing thought of a trigonometric parallax.
30 seconds later, the man vanished behind doors. As I looked up to see what kind of building did swallow him so eagerly, I wiped the saliva off my chin.
He had entered another Peep Show.
The moral of this story is: life is a cycle, no matter what you do, it will get undone and redone again. And then undone and then redone, until forever.
Today's Free Brain Week stuff : Did you know there is about 6 miles of neuronal connections in the human brain?
Stay tune for more Brain Week stuff.
Which is scarier,
a strange aged man?
or an old neurotic cunt? (I hate her)
As I was going down on Sainte-Catherine, she gave me a gift. A true representation of her Saintness's splendor. Indeed, it is rather rare to see the doors of a Peep Show parlour open in broad daylight. And everytime I see someone coming out of one of those majestic places I'm amazed at the originality and splendidness of the individual.
Today I was lucky enough to see a man make his way out of a Peep Show in the most self-assured manner. I decided to follow him, because I found him beautiful but also because of my inquisitive mind, always at work for the interest of Science.
The man was also wearing pointy shoes, which added to his elegance.
He was in his late 50's. He looked healthy and very well fed. His white hair gave him the solennel aura of wisdom that does not always come with white hair. As I was following his old flabby ass, I thought to myself: "Who is that man? Where does he come from? and most important, where is he going? For I am following him." and so we walked down Sainte Catherine, in the middle of this splendid and sunny afternoon. Then, suddenly, he made a left turn on Saint-Laurent, "By jove, this man has more than a trick up his sleeve!" said I, beginning to salivate from the fleeing thought of a trigonometric parallax.
30 seconds later, the man vanished behind doors. As I looked up to see what kind of building did swallow him so eagerly, I wiped the saliva off my chin.
He had entered another Peep Show.
The moral of this story is: life is a cycle, no matter what you do, it will get undone and redone again. And then undone and then redone, until forever.
Today's Free Brain Week stuff : Did you know there is about 6 miles of neuronal connections in the human brain?
Stay tune for more Brain Week stuff.
Check it
One of my favorite artists is coming to town. I already wrote a post about him on my other blog. Check it out: Bonetrigger Blog
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Gift for Master of the Craw
Follow this link to find your gift. It is your gift because there is a connection to Argentina and a mighty fine ace.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Gitcher Bike Running
Friday. 20th of March. 2009.
Be there. Or I'll jerk off at your wedding.
I was thinking of taking a relaxed jaunt on the Lachine Canal. After work...beer, weekend, predicted good weather. Sounds pretty sweet to me.
Be there. Or I'll jerk off at your wedding.
I was thinking of taking a relaxed jaunt on the Lachine Canal. After work...beer, weekend, predicted good weather. Sounds pretty sweet to me.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Brain Week
Today's is the first days of the International Brains Awareness Weeks, so I'll understand if you lets me do all the bloggings.
Since the beginning of humanity, humanity has had the brains.
The brains makes us different from animals, they define us as non-animals.
Thats why we, the non-animals with brains, are the childrens of the God.
The God gave us the brains, thats why we have to use it to makes the God proud of us. One way to do this, its to use our brains to make people who dont believe in the God get the sacrifice. Because the God didnt give them brains thats why, they dont believe in him so, its ok to do the sacrifice.
Another way is to make sacrifice the animals, which have no brains, they must be the sacrifice to the God. Of course since there are not much animals around here, we can takes other things with no brains as sacrifice. For instance, it is ok to sacrifice the womans, since they only have a 10th of the brains, which is usually for making babies.
On this note, I ask you to enjoy the Brain Week, and use your brains to make the God happy.
Since the beginning of humanity, humanity has had the brains.
The brains makes us different from animals, they define us as non-animals.
Thats why we, the non-animals with brains, are the childrens of the God.
The God gave us the brains, thats why we have to use it to makes the God proud of us. One way to do this, its to use our brains to make people who dont believe in the God get the sacrifice. Because the God didnt give them brains thats why, they dont believe in him so, its ok to do the sacrifice.
Another way is to make sacrifice the animals, which have no brains, they must be the sacrifice to the God. Of course since there are not much animals around here, we can takes other things with no brains as sacrifice. For instance, it is ok to sacrifice the womans, since they only have a 10th of the brains, which is usually for making babies.
On this note, I ask you to enjoy the Brain Week, and use your brains to make the God happy.
My summer plan.
So I applied for this bourse de 5000.00$.
If I get it, chances are I'll have to celebrate.
So in order to celebrate proper, I've decided to go check out this guy's show
The Man's 83 and still rockin'n a reelin'. This in itself is reason enough to celebrate, so even if I dont get the fucking bourse, I'm going.
Now that show would take place in the Man's lair, down in St-Louis, all the way down to Missouri.
So its a 30 hours road trip to see the Man who invented rock and roll.
Doesnt it sound sweet to your ears?
Oh yes, it does.
If I get it, chances are I'll have to celebrate.
So in order to celebrate proper, I've decided to go check out this guy's show
The Man's 83 and still rockin'n a reelin'. This in itself is reason enough to celebrate, so even if I dont get the fucking bourse, I'm going.
Now that show would take place in the Man's lair, down in St-Louis, all the way down to Missouri.
So its a 30 hours road trip to see the Man who invented rock and roll.
Doesnt it sound sweet to your ears?
Oh yes, it does.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Degeneration 3000 ---> Carrot Top
When I was younger, I used to hate redheads. Probably because I was bullied by a 85 pound red haired troll. Also probably because of this guy:
As I was procrastinating this evening for my exam which starts in 8 hours from now, I decided to look up what another icon of 80's american hard core was up to 20 years later, so I checked out Henry Rollins's web appearances. Turns out he's still as boring as he was in the 90's. Although he does on occasion have something pertinent to say.
But that doesnt change the fact that Carrot Top is a redhead. And although he should be despised just for that, ...
well... anyways... fuck me. I should have come play ping pong with you guys. Instead I'm gonna have nightmares all night long... nightmares of the worst kind...
As I was procrastinating this evening for my exam which starts in 8 hours from now, I decided to look up what another icon of 80's american hard core was up to 20 years later, so I checked out Henry Rollins's web appearances. Turns out he's still as boring as he was in the 90's. Although he does on occasion have something pertinent to say.
But that doesnt change the fact that Carrot Top is a redhead. And although he should be despised just for that, ...
well... anyways... fuck me. I should have come play ping pong with you guys. Instead I'm gonna have nightmares all night long... nightmares of the worst kind...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sam Raimi is back at directing horror.
Thank God because Spiderman 3 was terrible.
Follow the link to the trailer.
I however am not really psyched about casting Justin Long in this movie... maybe he'll gay it up with an Apple reference.
Follow the link to the trailer.
I however am not really psyched about casting Justin Long in this movie... maybe he'll gay it up with an Apple reference.
Birfday
Yo.
Thank you for the birthday wishes. And a special thank you to Candyman for his considerate efforts and embarassments at my expense.
In order to celebrate my non-death I will be hosting a Ping-Pong Extravaganza or a Furious Table-Tennis Fiesta.
This Saturday, at 20h.
Be there or I'll shit on your grave.
Thank you for the birthday wishes. And a special thank you to Candyman for his considerate efforts and embarassments at my expense.
In order to celebrate my non-death I will be hosting a Ping-Pong Extravaganza or a Furious Table-Tennis Fiesta.
This Saturday, at 20h.
Be there or I'll shit on your grave.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
To Kevin-Steve
Two important things I should mention:
1.
2.
(I saw how you were staring at that guy's body...)
Happy 30th.
1.
2.
(I saw how you were staring at that guy's body...)
Happy 30th.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Global Finances 101
You know when your local barbershop goes bankrupt, usually it kind of disappears after a while, and you never hear of it ever again. It literally gets wiped off the map.
Now, remember not long ago, how Iceland went bankrupt?
why the hell is it still on the map?
anyways, I just wanted to congratulate all you guys, and myself too, myself too.
Yes!
We were lucky enough to be born to live the worst economic crisis of all times!
And that just at an age when we're supposed to finally start making some cash!
CONGRATULATIONS.
Anyways.
Has anyone check on Candyman of late?
He got me worried. He sent me the most bizarre e-mail yesterday night.
I mean, he does have cats, does'nt he?
It would be a shame if something had happened to him, and those cats were to be left alone in his appartment. Somebody should look after them.
Over and out.
Now, remember not long ago, how Iceland went bankrupt?
why the hell is it still on the map?
anyways, I just wanted to congratulate all you guys, and myself too, myself too.
Yes!
We were lucky enough to be born to live the worst economic crisis of all times!
And that just at an age when we're supposed to finally start making some cash!
CONGRATULATIONS.
Anyways.
Has anyone check on Candyman of late?
He got me worried. He sent me the most bizarre e-mail yesterday night.
I mean, he does have cats, does'nt he?
It would be a shame if something had happened to him, and those cats were to be left alone in his appartment. Somebody should look after them.
Over and out.
Monday, March 9, 2009
fucking latvians
All this talk of over-consumerism made me hungry. So I was just reading about this restaurant in Riga that is hospital-themed. Not sure how I feel about it, but I thought I'd share.
If you want to get into the vibe you can ask to be a patient and have a meal in a stylised operating theatre or in a straitjacket
you eat with surgical instruments
and eat tongue cake for desert
Agnostics are sissies who cant put on their pants
Dear 19,
My life is ok. I'm aware of time. I'm aware of stuff. I don't like cops.
I hate cars. Now I'm aware this statement can make me pass for something I am not. I am not an idiot (if I was, I would still be working for that insurance company and nurturing fantasies of rape and massacre) Neither am I an environmentalist. I am a man of good taste (you can tell by the way I dress, and I dont care how much you dislike red or purple pants, they look good on me, period.) Since my tastes are generally biased towards goodness, I can appreciate the beauties of nature. Whether they are submarine, aerial or terrestrial, the wonders of nature never cease to amaze me. Of course they would look better on a 42" wide HD tv, but my naturally artistic vision spares me the need for such luxuries of the eyes.
I hate cars, but the truth is, I care not about the environment. Yes, for the appreciator of nature that I am, it seems sad to see it transformed into continents of toxic industrial wastelands by the day. Mais devant le fait accompli, devant l'atrocité bien établie des installations nocives des hommes, il est nécessaire de se demander pourquoi tout cela nous rend triste.
The earth has seen far worse catastrophies than humanity. Life on earth has seen far worse than this human calamity. Really far more worse. So what if thousands of species are disappearing by the year. Let us shed a tear for them, take a minute of silence for the yantze river Dolphins and all the other victims of the human parasite.
...
There. Now can we please carry on with our over consumption. We are North-Americans, there is no other way for us than to be toxic towards nature. Everything we do is a step towards the annihilation of yet another ecosystem. We are part of it and are fully enjoying it. And billions of Chinese and Indians are presently aiming at exactly the same goal as ours, so forget about salvaging pandas or any other cute being on the verge of extinction. I am not anxious at all about this state of pending devastation, for I know that on Earth’s story map, this is all but a tiny and meaningless dot. Earth will survive us. Let them build plastic continents in the pacific. Life will outlive it.
But still, I hate cars. It is a very egocentric hatred. I hate them because they make the streets unsafe for me. I hate the monoxide they produce, not for greenhouse gases, but for my irritated trachea. I hate them because they contribute to the degeneration of my fellow degenerates. I hate them because they are driven by slimy zombies who stand against everything I believe in. And I don’t believe in much, except that cars are evil.
My life is ok. I'm aware of time. I'm aware of stuff. I don't like cops.
I hate cars. Now I'm aware this statement can make me pass for something I am not. I am not an idiot (if I was, I would still be working for that insurance company and nurturing fantasies of rape and massacre) Neither am I an environmentalist. I am a man of good taste (you can tell by the way I dress, and I dont care how much you dislike red or purple pants, they look good on me, period.) Since my tastes are generally biased towards goodness, I can appreciate the beauties of nature. Whether they are submarine, aerial or terrestrial, the wonders of nature never cease to amaze me. Of course they would look better on a 42" wide HD tv, but my naturally artistic vision spares me the need for such luxuries of the eyes.
I hate cars, but the truth is, I care not about the environment. Yes, for the appreciator of nature that I am, it seems sad to see it transformed into continents of toxic industrial wastelands by the day. Mais devant le fait accompli, devant l'atrocité bien établie des installations nocives des hommes, il est nécessaire de se demander pourquoi tout cela nous rend triste.
The earth has seen far worse catastrophies than humanity. Life on earth has seen far worse than this human calamity. Really far more worse. So what if thousands of species are disappearing by the year. Let us shed a tear for them, take a minute of silence for the yantze river Dolphins and all the other victims of the human parasite.
...
There. Now can we please carry on with our over consumption. We are North-Americans, there is no other way for us than to be toxic towards nature. Everything we do is a step towards the annihilation of yet another ecosystem. We are part of it and are fully enjoying it. And billions of Chinese and Indians are presently aiming at exactly the same goal as ours, so forget about salvaging pandas or any other cute being on the verge of extinction. I am not anxious at all about this state of pending devastation, for I know that on Earth’s story map, this is all but a tiny and meaningless dot. Earth will survive us. Let them build plastic continents in the pacific. Life will outlive it.
But still, I hate cars. It is a very egocentric hatred. I hate them because they make the streets unsafe for me. I hate the monoxide they produce, not for greenhouse gases, but for my irritated trachea. I hate them because they contribute to the degeneration of my fellow degenerates. I hate them because they are driven by slimy zombies who stand against everything I believe in. And I don’t believe in much, except that cars are evil.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
What say we pool our money together?
For Youz
Here is the song of the week.
It's called Black Wadada by Burning Spear. I've got a sneaking suspicion that it may be enjoyed under the influence of some maridgiuana.
It's called Black Wadada by Burning Spear. I've got a sneaking suspicion that it may be enjoyed under the influence of some maridgiuana.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Friendly Suggestion
After noms-de-guerre such as Shipwreck and Nerdlord of the NES, I've been inspired by current events to come up with a new name for this member. The inspiration comes from taking his recent past names in their literal sense.
Here is a clue to the new name I suggest:
Yes, I believe a vote is in order for Nerdlord of the NES' new ''handle''.
All in favour of Micheal Jackson, give a YEA!
Here is a clue to the new name I suggest:
Yes, I believe a vote is in order for Nerdlord of the NES' new ''handle''.
All in favour of Micheal Jackson, give a YEA!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Alright you nerd-fags!
Time to man this blog up! I've had enough of your Borg, and Tesla coils and all that other nerd-faggotry! Time for a taste of toughness... man-style.
New Name!
It's official. Obnoxitron is dead. Long live Kevin-Steve Pelletier!
I google imaged my new nom-de-plume and two images showed up. One of them was the following:
It was found on casshomes.ca which means some of us have been spending less time with Cox than we let on...
I google imaged my new nom-de-plume and two images showed up. One of them was the following:
It was found on casshomes.ca which means some of us have been spending less time with Cox than we let on...
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Too badass not to post.
Drum kit?
check
Tesla Coils?
check
Using the two to make music?
fuck yessssssssssssssssss
check
Tesla Coils?
check
Using the two to make music?
fuck yessssssssssssssssss
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
i've been dicking (or vagina-ing, really) around avoiding learning about logistic regression and Extended Cox Modeling (for real), and stumbled upon this gem of a procrastination tool. enjoy
http://www.youshouldhaveseenthis.com/
http://www.youshouldhaveseenthis.com/
you know who really look alike? Edward Furlong and Christian Bale.
The new trailer is out. I don't care what you people say, I'm excited for this one.
Tri This Challenge!
Hey youze guys!
I came across this event
I thought of you. I'm seriously considering doing it. Yup, a triathlon. Note for people with misplaced pride: I'm well aware it's not an Ironman.
In any case, I think it's a good reason to get in shape and it looks quite feasible to me. I mean, the equivalent of 30 laps of swimming, about an hour of cycling and 12 1/2 laps of running put together is definately a challenge, but a feasible challenge.
Who's in?
And for those of us whose swimming talents mimic those of a rock or rowboat with a single oar, there is the Duathlon. Note for single people trying to pick up: doing a triathlon is much sexier than doing a duathlon.
More info.
I came across this event
I thought of you. I'm seriously considering doing it. Yup, a triathlon. Note for people with misplaced pride: I'm well aware it's not an Ironman.
In any case, I think it's a good reason to get in shape and it looks quite feasible to me. I mean, the equivalent of 30 laps of swimming, about an hour of cycling and 12 1/2 laps of running put together is definately a challenge, but a feasible challenge.
Who's in?
And for those of us whose swimming talents mimic those of a rock or rowboat with a single oar, there is the Duathlon. Note for single people trying to pick up: doing a triathlon is much sexier than doing a duathlon.
More info.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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