"Sunday", Featuring Nells/Explosions part1

Sunday was a day full of explosions. I also recognize that today is Monday, but yesterday was full of activities, and void of any available computers, thus the week of blogs will draw to a close tonight! Before any of that though, a funny "report" from the White House that I couldn't resist publishing:

Latest News From The White House:
Rumsfeld is reporting to the President and the Cabinet. He says, "Three Brazilian soldiers were killed today in Iraq." The President says, "Oh, my God!" as he buries his head in his hands. The entire Cabinet is stunned. Usually George Bush shows no reaction whatsoever to these reports. Just then, Bush looks up and says, "How many is a brazilian??"

Alrighty then, Sunday. It began in the wee hours of the day (~5:30) after a short night of intermittant sleeping. Sean came by at 6:25 and we headed over to the (former) Winnipeg Arena. After parking and almost-narrowly escaping the cut off we found a spot in the snow at the Home Depot parking lot and waited.....and waited.

Amusing highlights of the wait; cityTv news cameraman stationed right infront of us, little tweens who tried to sound smart by repeating our comments to their friends, Winnipeggers whose wit doesn't appear to kick in until after 10 am, and best of all (parent)"look at all those pidgens, flying to their death, they're going to explode in the blast" (child)"AHHHHHH" -now that is TOTALLY the parent I aspire to be.

After some random warnings the building just went "BOOM", I also only got one more picture in before my batteries died, so all pictures pertaining to the blast should be viewed here. This was my first demolition, however once all the dust and debris settled I clearly recognized that someone in city hall was probably cursing up a storm because the building was well, as another witty person put it, "a typical Winnipeg job...still standing".

After it was made appearent that the Arena wouldn't come down until much later (4 steel cables and a blowtorch infact) the masses began filing out and I got to stop by home for a quick bite before heading out again for worship practise. In retrospect I have some useful tips for anyone else who is interested in watching a demolition:
-get more than two solid hours of sleep beforehand
-eat breakfast before you leave
-listen to your inner conscious when it tells you to bring extra batteries
-bribe the nearby buildings to secure a rooftop perch
-if you're the type who is likely to jump outta your knickers, then a tripod is your friend

In order to make this entry shorter and errmmm, build suspense, I will save the other explosion story for a later date. Look forward also to some sweet pictures to document the event as I had changed the batteries by that time!

The final funnies is by my best friend Nelly, a piece on Hallmark, love, and emo tears. Enjoy!

Hallmark Day

Congradulations to us! now not only does the media tell us how to dress and think, and we can also be told when to love! Valentine's day is nothing short of a marketing gimmick created by some enviously smart hallmark employee who is currently pissing himself laughing at us while he wipes his ass with the money we hand over to him every year while hallmark rapes us from the back while we're too busy selecting roses. Think about it- if you get a present from your significant other on Valentines day, will you be surprised? Flattered? You're stupid if you are, since you're only getting a present because if your partner doesn't get you one, he or she will be labelled jerk, like the house that doesn't give out candy on halloween. No one likes those kind of people, and they often get their shit ruined by disgruntled teenagers, so don't be one. My friends will ruin your shit. None the less, I would never cancel Valentines day. I love Valentines day for the same reason I love easter and halloween; the loads of discount chocolate I take advantage of at safeway. Seriously, chocolate is a real bargain if you wait a couple days and is really a highlight of the year for me. None the less, having a valentine is still a plus. A present is a present, how shallow it is has no concern for me. I welcome chocolate into my life from anyone, whether I like you or not. Basically, if you can pull of a valentines day and make yourself look genuinely thoughtful, I applaude you. *applause*

Secret admirers are stupid. Allow me to explain: what better time to genuinely flatter someone than on Valentines day. Theres basically a big neon sign that says "BE ROMANTIC NOW" all over it.And if you get rejected, punch the person in the face so they'll be too ugly for anyone else! It's a win-win situation. I have to fully agree with a point that Michelle made on her blog a while back- "theres nothing worse than finding out someone liked you 6 months down the road. If people like me, i'd appreciate it if you let me know" -Michelle's blog. Basically, secret admirers are a nuicance and should be punished by death. No exceptions. If you are one of these people, see me, I have some arsenic I can lend you.

I'm not bitter because I don't have a valentine, I have one, and yes, Caitlin (I love you have my babies) counts because the whole point of a valentine is to get presents, as is the point of christmas. Everyone knows that. If I had a real valentine, i'd still just exchange candy with them, so same difference. Theres nothing i hate more than people moping around like someone pissed in their cornflakes all day because they have no valentine. Who the hell cares? It means nothing. It's shallow, just like you. So whipe up your emo tears and get over yourself. Buy me some candy to make yourself feel better and I too can be your valentine. We can make the "rape hallmark back" club by buying discount chocolate when they don't make as much money (and yes, all money made on v-day goes to hallmark, they're thieving bastards who work for the conservatives). On that note, everyone enjoy themselves on this festival of love and happy birthday to F-Rank.