"The Lion & Lamb Project" has released this year's "Dirty Dozen" list of terrible toys that will make children become violent monsters! I think the idiocy of these people speaks for itself, proving a lack of both research and common freakin' sense.
Sayonara.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Monday, November 24, 2003
Nothing special.
This past week I was pretty sick. The cold that I caught while in Montreal was a killer, and took several days to recover from. I'm still feeling the lingering effects. When I was finished teaching this weekend, my throat was very sore, so I went to sleep soon after I got home. Ended up sleeping through most of the weekend. I probably needed that, and hopefully the worst is behind me now.
I wish I had something more exciting to talk about, but I don't. Nothing really special happened all week. Hard to have a good time when your head is spinning out of control, ya know? So, I suppose I'll just make something up.
Yesterday I met a giant lobster named Jimmy. We had an epic battle and of course I came out the victor. But it was all a misunderstanding resulting from some misplaced gumdrops. We united our forces and pledged ourselves to the elimination of evil, fusing into a single warrior, but became discouraged when a large shipment of candy was impounded because one of the crew members was wearing a green hat. Apparently that's against the rules.
Sayonara.
I wish I had something more exciting to talk about, but I don't. Nothing really special happened all week. Hard to have a good time when your head is spinning out of control, ya know? So, I suppose I'll just make something up.
Yesterday I met a giant lobster named Jimmy. We had an epic battle and of course I came out the victor. But it was all a misunderstanding resulting from some misplaced gumdrops. We united our forces and pledged ourselves to the elimination of evil, fusing into a single warrior, but became discouraged when a large shipment of candy was impounded because one of the crew members was wearing a green hat. Apparently that's against the rules.
Sayonara.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Back from Montreal
I'm very sick and tired. The convention was not very good, but I made the best out of things. I'm still glad that I went.
Montreal was an interesting city, but I'm glad to be back in Toronto.
Sayonara.
Montreal was an interesting city, but I'm glad to be back in Toronto.
Sayonara.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
The Ninja attacks Quebec!
This weekend I will be making my way over to the city of Montreal, where I will be attending the Montreal Comic Book/Sci Fi/Anime Expo! Seems like it'll be along the same lines as the Canadian National Expo in Toronto that I've been going to since forever, except that this will be more French. Whatever. I've never been to Montreal before so it should be an adventure. I'll be sure to cover the events of the show for this site. If you see me there, please come on over and chat with me. But please, my French is not what it used to be, so speak English. Ha ha.
Sayonara.
Sayonara.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Make no bones about it.
This is The Skeleton. Say hello.

He is a Hallowe'en decoration that has, for some reason, never been returned to his fellow ornaments and is continuing to linger around here. He now resides on my desk.
He is a very strange Skeleton, even aside from the eerie nuclear green glow.
He is approximately six inches tall, made out of a soft plastic that I can only assume is non-toxic. His chin is somehow connected to the center of his ribcage. The ribcage is unnatural and seems to have several more ribs than any human ought to have. He has no shoulder blades. His spine is long and flat. He has red eyes, but also a red nose. He has no teeth, but rather a structure of bone resembling the lips of an ape. His legs somehow grow out of the wrong section of the hips. He has no actual hands, but rather five fingers of similar length which are growing directly out of the end of his forearm. He has this same deformed structure attached to the bottom of his shins instead of feet. His legs are far too short.
It is like this is the skeleton of a young child's drawing.
I can not leave the skeleton alone. This poor soul is under a constant barrage of torture from me, which I inflict unwittingly. I punch him, twist him in painful ways, pull on his arms and legs, slap him against hard surfaces, dangle him upside-down by his ankles, tie him in little knots, squeeze him within my hand, jab him with my fingers, crush his head, make him slap himself, and drop him on the ground, all without thinking about what I am doing.
Please be nice to The Skeleton, because I can not.
He is my only true friend.
Sayonara.

He is a Hallowe'en decoration that has, for some reason, never been returned to his fellow ornaments and is continuing to linger around here. He now resides on my desk.
He is a very strange Skeleton, even aside from the eerie nuclear green glow.
He is approximately six inches tall, made out of a soft plastic that I can only assume is non-toxic. His chin is somehow connected to the center of his ribcage. The ribcage is unnatural and seems to have several more ribs than any human ought to have. He has no shoulder blades. His spine is long and flat. He has red eyes, but also a red nose. He has no teeth, but rather a structure of bone resembling the lips of an ape. His legs somehow grow out of the wrong section of the hips. He has no actual hands, but rather five fingers of similar length which are growing directly out of the end of his forearm. He has this same deformed structure attached to the bottom of his shins instead of feet. His legs are far too short.
It is like this is the skeleton of a young child's drawing.
I can not leave the skeleton alone. This poor soul is under a constant barrage of torture from me, which I inflict unwittingly. I punch him, twist him in painful ways, pull on his arms and legs, slap him against hard surfaces, dangle him upside-down by his ankles, tie him in little knots, squeeze him within my hand, jab him with my fingers, crush his head, make him slap himself, and drop him on the ground, all without thinking about what I am doing.
Please be nice to The Skeleton, because I can not.
He is my only true friend.
Sayonara.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Another one?
Holy smokes, there is another big convention going on in Toronto this weekend! This new one I just found out about is the Toronto ComicCon, is completely unrelated to any of the other big Toronto conventions, and looks like it has a pretty solid line-up.
If anyone is going to this, or the Toronto AnimeCon, please let me know how it went.
Sayonara.
If anyone is going to this, or the Toronto AnimeCon, please let me know how it went.
Sayonara.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
*YAWN*
Took down the scary decorations for the year. I packed them up in a big dusty old box and stuffed them in the virtual attic, but I'll do something special for Hallowe'en again next year.
Updates soon, perhaps.
Yesterday I went to sleep at 7:30 p.m. Woke myself up at midnight. Went back to sleep two hours later. Got up at around 9 a.m. Went back to sleep two hours later. Woke up at about 4:30. That's pretty freakin' messed up, I know, but I was really feeling miserable. Believe me, that's not my idea of fun and excitement, but since I've had such a hard time sleeping over the past several weeks, it was probably a good thing.
There's an anime convention in Toronto this Sunday. I'm not going but I'm sure someone out there would like to know. Take a look here.
Sayonara.
Updates soon, perhaps.
Yesterday I went to sleep at 7:30 p.m. Woke myself up at midnight. Went back to sleep two hours later. Got up at around 9 a.m. Went back to sleep two hours later. Woke up at about 4:30. That's pretty freakin' messed up, I know, but I was really feeling miserable. Believe me, that's not my idea of fun and excitement, but since I've had such a hard time sleeping over the past several weeks, it was probably a good thing.
There's an anime convention in Toronto this Sunday. I'm not going but I'm sure someone out there would like to know. Take a look here.
Sayonara.
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