The worst is over

You can have the best of me...


Seeing as I lost my invite (under the door of the biffy on the day of the wedding, thanks Jord!!), what's the schedule looking like for this weekend?

We had the creepiest thing happen the other night at work. We have a weather station that records the temperature and wind direction. The temp was recorded as high as 41C that day, but by the time we got out for night shift it had cooled to 24C. All of a sudden, 1:00am rolls around, and we start getting high temp alarms on some of our equipment. We check the weather station, and it's reading a temp of 32C. The temperature had climbed eight degrees in a matter of 15 seconds, at one in the morning!! It hovered around 32 for another couple minutes, then cooled down to 22 again within forty seconds. Wierd.

That's right, it's a new look. Now I have to keep it updated, or that was a total waste of 2 hours. A paid 2 hours, but 2 none the less.

Last night had to be the WORST day to decide to go to soccer for the first time. At 6:30pm the temp in Weybs, with humidex, was 42 Celcius. I didn't know sweat could come out of your palms and ears, but apparently it can. Oh, and hey Joel, cram it up your cramhole jerk.

If I see another preview for the movie Stealth, I'm going to hunt down Jamie Foxx and beat him within an inch of his life. How do you go from doing a wicked film like Ray to doing a movie about a plane that flies itself and wants to take over the world. Way to go idiot. You're ruining your career more than Ice Cube ruined his street cred.

How is it possible for mail-carriers to be overweight? They walk every frickin' day!!

As much as I don't want to admit it, I watched the premier of "So You Think You Can Dance". Needless to say, it was hilarious, but horrible. Quote of the night goes to a guy that was a little too fem to make the show, but made the first cut. "Nobody has ever told me I didn't dance masculine with the ribbon" was what he told the camera after his ribbon/ballet routine. So, so sad.

Just got off the course after recording the worst game played in modern golf. After shooting career best rounds of 83 and 84 last week, Hillary Duff showed up and caused me to shoot a 98. Just call me Mr. Consistency. Oh well, off the the bar to drown my sorrows.

Masterminds
I love that word, "masterminds". It's a common term, used mainly by the Press, to describe the head of most "terrorist" events. How much of a "mastermind" do you have to be to take three bombs, put them in backpacks, and give them to three friends. Then tell them to press a big red button at 9:00am. The only real thought process would be for the three "terrorists" to set their watches to the same time. Apparently they couldn't even do that, because ol' Hasib was an hour late. Nice work retard. And they talk about how the suicide bombers must have been "trained" by some terror organization. Trained? To do what, press a detonation button? Carry a backpack? I know those shoulder adjustment straps sometimes stick, but come on. Don't you think maybe we're giving these idiots a little too much credit? I tend to think yes.

Here's one, for example. For those that don't know, I'm engaged....to a girl. There, I started. See how simple it would be to get back into it?




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