.... The Messy Mind of J'rod: February 2006
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

No More Dreams

Feed him to the Sharkticons!I've decided to remove the "What Dreams May Come" section of my blog. It isn't that I no longer wish to share my crazy-ass dreams with everyone. Lately I've just been having so many wierd dreams that I wouldn't be able to write them all out, unless I was on the Notebook 24/7. Besides, many people would see just how long some of them were and decide not to bother reading them. I'm just removing the buttons, but won't delete the section. It can still be accessed through my profile, or at:
The Science of Superheroes seems to be quite a hit, so I'll leave that section intact. Later kids!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

I'm The Only Fish In The Sea!

you've got the touch...I’d first and foremost like to congratulate my brother Daniel for getting engaged to Christina. It blew my mind to hear that my younger brother was getting married. Man, we seem to grow up so fast!

...you've got the power!Secondly (and in chronological order {by only two days}) I would like to congratulate my little sister Lorraine for getting engaged to Cory. I met Cory for the first time on Friday, and he seems like a nice guy. He kinda’ looks like Joey from N*sync.

Okay… so there’s just me now… Ladies? Hello?
p.s. this is my 50th post. Happy Anniversary!

Friday, February 17, 2006

Happy Birthday Mom!

IT'S A TRAP!
At this time let us reflect upon the words of individuals (some famous), regarding getting older:

I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. -- George Carlin

I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now. -- Author Unknown

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. -- Lucille Ball

Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. -- Larry Lorenzoni

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. -- Author Unknown

Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. -- Bob Hope

The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. -- Jerry M. Wright

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. -- Chili Davis

I'm at an age when my back goes out more than I do. -- Phyllis Diller

There is still no cure for the common birthday. -- John Glenn

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself. -- Tom Wilson

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Venom!


The newest installment of The Science of Superheroes is here. Ever want to know how Venom is able to camouflage into his surroundings? Check it out!

(I realize that The Science of Supervillains already covered Venom, however I present alternate evidence pertaining to the case of camouflage)

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Good Read


After reading The Science of Supervillains I went on to reading another highly recommended book. This novel -- Flashforward, written by Robert J. Sawyer -- begins with these two scientists who are attempting an experiment never before created. As soon as they activate their machinery the entire consciousness of the human race is flashed forward about 20 years into the future. Everyone in the world has a glimpse of where they'll be two decades from now. The story deals with various circumstances such as how humans react with such knowledge. One of the scientist's -- who believes the future is unchangeable -- sees that he is married to someone other than the woman he is currently engaged to. He struggles with whether he should even bother marrying this woman, knowing they'll only get divorced at one point. The other scientist has no visions at all, suggesting that he is dead 20 years from now. He quickly discovers that he was murdered just before the time of the visions, and seeks to prevent his death. The novel gets a little sciency while trying to explain the various principles that govern the universe and time, but it's nothing so complicated that you can't finish the chapter. The best thing about the book is that the Canadian author bases some of the story in (and refers to) Toronto. At times you will find yourself following one of the characters from the airport, all the way to North York Center. Even the TTC is mentioned getting sued for negligence! Most of everything I've told you about this novel happens near the beginning, so I'm not ruining anything for you. I'm probably going to read another of his books soon.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Boycott The Triple Crown!!

Why, Unicron?!?
It wasn’t busy at Philthy McNasty’s tonight, so I got off around 12:45am. Amy (a server there) and I decided to meet up with some of the boys at Triple Crown across the street. We had a couple of shots each and some beer, and things were nice and relaxing. I had a nice chat with the bartender there (I think her name was Mercedes) regarding the type of crowd they get. I pointed out that Triple Crown never seems to cut people off. Ever! She agreed, saying that the management condone alcohol abuse, seeing that the profits outweigh the chance of being charged. I brushed the thought off, thinking that one day they’ll get caught.

Then suddenly around last call, I looked through the window into the smoking room and saw two patrons brawling. They were exchanging blows with each other as everyone else watched. Olaf took off his glasses and ran in; being the natural “bouncer” that he is, aimed to quickly end the fight. I (of course) nearly froze up, and prayed that it wouldn’t continue where I was. But then Trailer got hit. The next thing I knew, a guy was on top of him, trying to hit him. Trailer was able to get his foot against the guy’s neck, keeping the guy from punching him. I have to say that it looked like Trailer knew martial arts, because he was defending himself quite well. Olaf by then was trying to keep one of the brawlers at bay, but Indrig (one of the Jack’s regulars) had to jump in. He was quite drunk (and probably on some kind of drug), and quickly went down with a single jab to the face. At one point one of the two brawlers broke a pool cue in half, threatening Trailer with it. He then pulled a knife from his belt, and that’s when I ran outside to make the 911 call. I knew that reception was bad inside, and I wanted to be clear when I called, but I didn’t want to run out like a coward. Before I reached the exit, one of the brawlers had thrown something at the hanging glassware on the bar, shattering them. He was behind the bar now, and I was out the door. Making the call, I tried to be as clear and concise as possible with the operator. When I hung up, I found myself locked outside. One of the brawlers had made his way out with a girl. They drove off quickly, while I tried to memorize the car and license plate. When the door finally opened, I spotted the manager talking with Indrig. I told the manager that I had called the police, so that he could mentally prepare for them. Instead he said, “Why did you do that?” in a resentful tone, “Get out, and don’t you ever fucking come back here!” He banned me for calling the police, while he’s likely going to let those dangerous brawlers back in tomorrow! I’m sorry, but when my friends are threatened with a knife, or a broken cue, or anything else, I’m going to do what I can. Being a person of smaller stature, you’re damned right I’m calling the police! If anything brutal had actually happened and I didn’t make the call, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. So Fuck You Triple Crown, because I did the right thing!

Unfortunately because the brawlers had split, and no one wanted to press charges, there was nothing the police could do. Everyone was a little shaken; some in their drunken minds wanted to wait and see if the guys would return, so they could kick their asses. Eventually, we all laughed it off and went our separate ways. But it’s not over for me. That little incident hurt me more than it should have, considering no one laid a finger one me. As I had time to reflect during the cab ride I became more and more angry with the human race. We’re so vicious and brutal sometimes. We’re so destructive. One guy was willing to beat the other to a pulp, and when anyone else tried to break it up, they became the next victim. They wanted to stab a guy because he was preventing them from fighting someone else! I want to throw up. Call me a pussy. Call me weak. But it makes me sick to my stomach to see a human being go down over something incredibly meaningless. Well fine… he doesn’t want me back there ever again? I’m not supporting their business anymore anyway. And I encourage anyone else who wishes to join me in this boycott. I may enter the establishment; eat all their free peanuts; use their facilities; but I will not spend another dime in that place.
It’s funny that the other bartender and I were just talking about how their management tolerate such behaviour; because their drinking bills tend to be higher.