It's Hallowe'en, or so I would guess from the free candy in the break room.
Speaking of which, the candy is all Tootsie Rolls. Now, I don't wish to call into question the character of the man or woman who left the candy there, but does anyone actually eat that shit? It's like the took the sludge at the bottom of a week old coffee pot and put a wrapper on it and said "Hey kids! Here's bad coffee made fun!" Give me some Pixie Stix any day.
Also, my boss stole the Kit Kat I got from the nice lady at the front desk. Bastard.
I tried to find a spooky link to post, but all I could come up with was this.
I am apparently the 'Mad Gasser' - you may commence the mockery.
Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy birthday. I've joined the quarter century club. Here's to cheaper car insurance.
So I went to an Arrogant Worms concert last week, which is somewhere between "Star Trek Convention" and "Magic the Gathering Tournament" in the hierarchy of geeky things to do. In my defense, a friend had an extra ticket and it seemed like a good idea.
To explain for the uninitiated, the Arrogant Worms are a 'Musical Comedy Band' along the lines of Weird Al Yankovic or Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie (for you Edmonton dwellers).
Contrary to what I expected, the concert was pretty fun. I first saw the Worms when I was in high school, so it was a nice bit of nostalgia. The Worms are also pretty funny - one guy started singing Hero in an Enriqué impression that was freaking hillarious.
It also helped that alcohol was available at reasonable prices. While the rest of the audience was storming the t-shirt table at intermission, I staked out a nice position on the balcony with a Rum and Coke and was able to observe the following about the attendees:
- The demographic for Musical Comedy appears to be 12 to 35, with a disturbing skew towards 35.
- Contrary to what you would expect, the shoulder length hairstyle for men has not died the horrible death it deserves. Ratty ponytails and poorly groomed beards were also common (your faithful correspondent excepted).
- Fanny Packs: for God's sake get a clue.
- I may be the only person left in this world who doesn't have those Buddy Holly style glasses. I'm serious. It's out of control.
So there you go. An in-depth analysis of a social subculture. Consider yourselves edified for the day.
I finally got around to putting up pictures from the BVIs. Follow the link below for many pictures of sun, surf and shirtless Savidants.
A few words about the fine tradition that is the Eau Claire 500.
I work downtown near a the Eau Claire mall (which is kinda Calgary's answer to Granville Island). The 500 is essentially a lap of said mall, hitting all the bars in the mall and environs drink shots and cocktails in alternating order. Pit stops occur for Pool and Foosball.
It's a great time. It was originally founded to deal with some (ahem) work uncertainty. Once again proving the time honored truism that there isn't a problem that can't be solved by drinking.
Yesterday was lap 3. Sadly, I spun out early in the race and even the best pit crew in the business couldn't put me back on the track. Kudos to those who finished the race.
My head... the pain...
Returning from dinner tonight (thai - yummy) we looked up to see a massive green stripe across the night sky. The aurora was parked directly over downtown Calgary. We rushed to the river to check it out sans lights and I've never seen a more impressive one. It was horizon to horizon and looked like a giant lime jello rainstorm. Truly amazing.
Just thought I'd share.