Yesterday was a good one. Sara and I were eating a delicious awesome blossom at a Chili's restaurant, when the manager of the restaurant came up to us and asked if we drove a white pickup. Of course we did. She told us that a car had rolled into it causing it to jolt forward and hit another car. Of course it did. She also told us that the BMW that had rolled into it, had driven off. Of course it did. Luckily, someone got the license plate number from the Beemer. Apparently what had happened is someone went to order some Chili's to go, drove up in their BMW and parked it, went inside to get their food. They must have left their parking break off because the car rolled back into my truck and my truck hit a Dodge Caravan. Luckily the van only had a chipped paint the size of a pea from the incident, but now my whole front bumper is bent in and the back bumper is dented in too. I went to the police station and filed a report, gave them the license plate number and the name and number of the witness. It just really makes me sad that people do things like that and are so inconsiderate of others. It also makes me sad that someone who has a drivers license doesn't know that you should always use your parking break in a manual transmission car. The point of the story is as follows: -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "It's the librarian fantasy, man. Glasses off, hair down, books flying..." "She doesn't wear glasses." "Well, buy her some, it's worth it."
This week I bought myself a digital camera. I have wanted one for some time now, but have never bought one because I figured if I don't have a really small camera, I won't use it much. I mean, I have (less than) 1 megapixel cameras already (no screen though) and I don't bring those with me anywhere because they are too big to fit in my pocket without me noticing. My theory was: the smaller it is, the more I will use it (because I will be more likely to talks it with me places). Enter Sharper Image. I saw a catalog with a small digital camera on the cover, so I looked at it, was very interested and went into the store to check it out. After talking to the sales guy and looking at some reviews online, I bought the Canon Powershot SD20. This camera is smaller than my cell phone. It is awesome. I'm planning on becoming an amateur photographer, as I'm sure all new owners of digital cameras are. I will start a flickr account or a photoblog soon, and I'll fill you all in, and you can see my meager attempt at still images. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- (Difficulty: 1,000,000) "The sad ending is only because the author stops telling the story. But it still goes on. It's just untold."
This weekend was filled with pain, pride, sadness, happiness and a little bit of pizza. I had quite the weekend. Saturday morning, I said goodbye to by girlfriend who had to go to Vail for a conference until Tuesday. Four days is becoming longer than I thought. Friday afternoon I went to volunteer with Nick for John Kerry. We went canvassing in Arvada. Now, we weren't trying to convince people to vote for the guy, we were just seeing if Democrats and Undecideds were going to vote for him or not so that other volunteers could call them to remind them to vote later on. It was pretty fun, actually. In the 95 addresses we were assigned, one of them happened to be the physical address of one Mr. Matt Brozovich, who has recently moved from that address, but happened to be home as we were about to leave. He gave us some political insight as to his personal feelings on the candidates, as well as a tall glass of tap water, in plastic cups that we kept. I also peed in his toilet. While Mr. Brozovich and I don't always agree politically, we can certainly agree on the "no going number 2 in a toilet of a house that's on the market" rule. I was able to get a Kerry/Edwards sticker, now proudly displayed on my fuel efficient 2 wheel drive truck, as well as a yard sign that was uprooted and ripped by my roommate because "yard signs are tacky". I think he could have just asked me to take it out nicely and I would have done it. Saturday night, I went with Nick, My brother, Kat and Sarah to the Pepsi Center to watch the Heritage Cup, the National Lacrosse leagues USA vs Canada game. The US performance was equal to that of Sinbad in the movie Houseguest. Canada won 16 to 8, but an interesting side note is that the US goalie for the majority of the game was D. Maetche, a Canadian born player who only recently gained his dual US/Canadian citizenship. Hmmmm... Finally, Hyena Hockey started up again. The Hyenas lost their first preseason 4 to 2 with one open net goal by our opponents. I would say that the game went as expected, as most of us haven't played hockey in almost a year. I think we are all using this pre-season to get back up to where we left off. Hopefully next week will be better. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Sand is overrated. It's just tiny, little rocks."
Update later today...
Back in July, I spoke of my woe's concerning the fantastic speed of googles search engine compared to the fantastic slugishness of microsofts built in computer search (for filenames, etc). Obviously someone at Google reads my blog, because they have developed their own local computer search that finds your own files quicker than a jiffy. Concerned about privacy? No worries. As my friend Nick pointed out, "Google would never do anything wrong to the world. They are here to help." He followed with, "Did people say that about hitler? I can't remember." -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- (Nick.. give the others a chance) "Put the furor on the phone."
Good afternoon everyone. Hope we're all having fun as this week is coming to an end. I know I will be having an exciting weekend doing a whole lot of nothing. So, a while back when I found out that Blogger let you e-mail your posts, I got this idea to do a blog that consisted only of spam by giving people the email address to post to spammers and mailing lists, etc. When I realized that would be very stupid and uninteresting, I decided to make it an experiment, and just make the address public to see how long it takes to get spam, as well as how much spam can be accumulated by a single posting of an address. Anyhow, I made the website which you can look at here. As of right now it's not very interesting, but hopefully it will gain some spam-momentum as time goes on. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- (One of my favorites) "We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented."
Yesterday when coming back from lunch, there was a green truck driving in front of me with a bumper sticker that read: Forget the whales, Save 'The Cowboy'!Upon further investigation, I found out that it was a woman driving this truck. Upon following her into my parking lot, I found out that I work with this woman. (Side note, when she parked, she went to the far end of the parking lot and took up two spaces; not because she didn't want her truck getting bunged up, but because she thought her truck was 'too big' for a conventional parking spot because of her tires that are two inches bigger than the stock tires. There is absolutely nothing more pathetic than people who think their vehicle is too big for a normal park job.) So anyhow, what the hell does that bumper sticker mean, 'Forget the whales, save the cowboy'? I thought "them cowboys" could fend for themselves and don't need any help. Aren't they supposed to be all independent and free spirited. Why should we try to save a mentality that is so pompous and selfish? It's quite contradicting. The bumper sticker, that is. So let's chalk this one up as another one in the book of why I hate stupid people. -=RandomThoughtoftheDay=- (remember these?) In regards to the term "old-fashioned". Things that are actually old cannot be called "old-fashioned". If something is old-fashioned, doesn't that mean that it was fashioned to look old? So therefore, only new stuff can be fashioned in a way to look old, hence "old-fashioned". -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Your entrance was good... his was better. The difference: showmanship."
This weekend I saw a little independent film called Silver City written and directed by John Sayles. The movie was filmed in Denver and Leadville. Some of the movie's stars include Thora Birch and Tim Roth. Unfortunately, these two actors are only on screen for all of 4 minutes combined, and are very forgettable characters to boot. The movie was just poorly written and the acting was just plain bad. There were two couples who rightfully walked out of the theatre during the film, and were it not for the neat "I know what that building in the background is!" moments every 10 minutes, I would have followed them out the door. I really wanted to like this movie, but it had absolutely no redeeming qualities about it. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- (sorry the quote isn't very good, but try to guess) "If you haven't noticed, this isn't Neiman Marcus. People just wanna come in here with their kids, have a good time, and save a few pennies on paper towels and socks. If they wanted to see yelling and screaming, they'd stay at home."
 
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