In the past six months.....

Apartment flooded.
Villa short-circuited.
Flew to London.
Hesitant Cabbie.
Tube.
Pearl Jam.
Anna Robinson.
Aoife O'Beirn.
England played terribly against Germany.
Bishop's Finger.
London Eye.
Dirty Plane to Edinburgh.
Uncle Rod.
Aunt Maureen.
Old City.
Sarah and I get irritated.
Fast Car.
Faster Car.
Eat Breakfast in Heathrow with Jennifer and Dave.
Paul in a ridiculous outfit.
6 hours short for E.I.
Corner Brook.
Cooper.
Mazda 3 Sport.
The Seventh.
Camping Around Twillingate.
Lee Stroud showing how he fights.
One Man's Loss is Another's Gain
Move to St. John's.
New SNL.
Went to work still drunk.
Move to Placentia.
PS3 breaks.
Turned 30.
Surprise Party.
Ipod Touch.
Wicked Wife.
Bought Xmas off the Internet.
Attempted Fertilization.
Apple TV From Chris
Boxing Day Near-Miss.
2nd Xmas With Separated Parents.
New TV
Call For School.
1 Firework For New Year's.
We Both Get Sick.
I Get The Worst Of It.

Dr. Love doesn't lie

Paul Warford

Andrew Butler

Kirk Bussey

Robert Shandera

Sarah Turpin

Google is like the top 40 of people

Congratulations Paul!

My eyes will never burn the same....

The TV is gone. Sold off to people who have a nicer, more suited stand to place it on.
The living room looks empty now. No big black rectangle to hog the attention of the room. No strings of wires connecting the towers in each corner. No towers in the corner. She's gone. There will be another one, but she will always be the first....

Memories...

For Butler

For Warford

Passing the torch...

Paul Warford is no longer the Screech look-a-like in his family...

If Colin had facebook, I would upload this and tag him.

Just call me Jean Parmesan....

Peter Russell is a common name
peterrussell.com - taken
peterrussell.net - taken
peterrussell.ca - taken
peterrussell.co.uk - AVAILABLE!!!... for the low price of £5875 (about $10835.19)

This works out to my advantage because it makes me hard to track down on the internet. I am virtually untraceable on google.

Now, I am going to try to find my close friends:

Sarah Turpin:
I found her MSN profile on the first page.
I found this photo on the first page:
The first Sarah Turpin that came up was this one:


Paul Warford:
Really Hard to find.
Unless you knew other people he has had dealings with, you wouldn't know that this was the Paul Warford you were looking for.
Page 10 had Pike's Blog listed.
paulwarford.com is NOT taken
Didn't find pictures of Paul.
Found lots of pics of this guy:

Andrew Butler:
Untraceable. Unsurprised.
I found this though....
Robert Shandera:
Found him on the first page. Classmates.com
There is a Dr. Robert Shandera. This makes sense. I would rather call Robert than go to an emergency room. Many of my friends would do the same. Dr. Robert Shandera is a dentist, though.
Found Robert's old phone number (364-2707) on page 4
found this picture:

Kirk Bussey
9 of the first 10 results were Bussey.
A lot of them had to do with a burger stand that he set up with his brother. Paul wasn't sure when the burgers were supposed to be ready.
Two of them had to do with his teaching internship.
There was a picture. You would never tell it was him (or his brother)
This picture was found:
This page, however, was one of the image results...
Andrew Pike:
This guy had to be the easiest to find. Mostly because he has a a website called www.andrewpike.org
In fact, EVERYONE I searched for had one result that was Andrew Pike's blog. Heck, one of the images that came up when I searched for Robert Shandera was the cover of Pike's book.
Then there was this video...



the talent.....

Most of you won't care about this.

Last night I was drunk. Turpin got drunk too. Robert, Warford and Butler came by and drank beer too. The tail-end of the night is hazy. Because I was loaded. I fell asleep on the floor at some point, then woke up and went to the store and bought more beer. Because I was loaded.
I can think of at least two occasions last night where the conversation turned to Terry Ryan. Each time, the dialogue ended with one us saying that he was an asshole of a piece of shit.
I looked him up this morning. On the Internet. Then I looked into people that were drafted after him that same year. Because he was a bust. He was a 1st round pick and played only 8 games in the NHL and never got a single point. Here are some people Montreal could have picked instead:

Kyle McLaren
JEROME IGINLA!!
J.S Giguere
Martin Biron
Petr Sykora
Marc Savard
Miikka Kiprusoff

I guess you can't blame them for passing on the goalies. They still had Patrick Roy at that point.

*End of Sports Rant*

Bert and Ernie

I learned the best swearwords watching Super Battletank (and that time Frisky shit in his shoe).

Yesterday was Ray Shandera's Birthday. I'm sure there wasn't a hoopla. That's not his style. His style is in the family room. On the sofa. On the floor. Blowing something up or watching something blow up. I like to be around him when a World War 2-era video game is being played because he can look at it for about 15 seconds and then tell you if it was historically accurate and, if it wasn't, get you an hour-by-hour report on what actually happened (Complete with army-like hand gestures).
He likes war things. He likes video games. I think the latter is obvious because of the former. (Although, I have met quite a few "War buffs" who wouldn't be able to tell me how to get past the "Prison Break" mission on SOCOM: Navy Seals.)
The picture above was taken 30 years ago yesterday. I stole it from Lori's Facebook.
I then fucked with it a bit. For fun. I'm shit at photoshop.

There was an ass.....

It was only a matter of time. I have been pressured and bullied for "too much of a long time" to get this online somehow. Here it is. Everyone on it should be embarrassed.

Submission

I have decided to post the video I said I wasn't going to post. The reason for doing this is to bury the flash cartoon thingie in this post.



Sarah Turpin doesn't find humor in fart noises/jokes.

It's Saturday and we are goin' drinkin tonight. In airport heights.

There will be liggggggghhhhhts...... *Flash* *Flash*
There will be druuuuuuums-ah...... *Thump* *Thump*
There wil be gui-taaaaaaaaaaarrrrs.... *scrreeeeeam* *screeeech*
There will be.......

ROCK AND ROLL!!!!


Actually, we'll probably just play "High and Dry" a few times.
Probably tell some stories....

I've been up. Pretty much the whole night. Sick, ya see.... Sick of you!
It is Friday. Usually I'm stoked for this day. Being up all last night sick and not having work because "things are slow right now" have taken the stuffing out of this usually festive pinata.
Remember Friday nights in high school? What a laugh, eh 'by? Myself and Paul Warford would drink beer [or Bacardi Limon :( ] and/or go up to " 4 lease" and play hackey sack and appear awkward around girls. It all ended up with me and him in his parents' rec room watching the Tom Green show.

This sketch was quotable for years and, because of it, we all have "Jam Jar" mugs in our kitchen cupboards....

Block and Key

It's okay.
We are safe.
It's like a back-room poker game now.
Bussey would win. He knows when to hold 'em, fold 'em, walk away, and when to put his facebook on limited profile.

those pics made her very quiet,

Sarah Turpin has her own place. And just when couch surfing was starting to become popular. I was down there yesterday. She was unpacking boxes from what seemed like a different life that she had. She came across this box of photographs. I sat next to her as she skimmed through them, placing them into piles, but it didn't really seem as if they were becoming anymore organized. Every now and then she would come across a picture with her in it and say either "I was soooo drunk here" or "I am soooo drunk in this picture" The only pictures where she didn't say that was when there were pictures of her and Peter Miles (It might be spelled with a y, whatever). I knew him from before but didn't know that I knew him until I saw those pics. That guy went downhill a bit. He probably doesn't read my blog so I can safely say that without reprocussions. I'm not too worried either way. I probably look as good now as I'm gonna get. I was fat before and I'll be older and deformed from a workplace accident soon enough.

There was a wedding last night. Warford drank wine out of a shoe and I drank the water out of the centerpiece in the middle of the table. Classy.

I feel I should give you something to listen to. Shuv dis up in ya.

Fruit on the bottom, Hair on top.

Paul Warford and Sarah Turpin showed up as my house on Thursday afternoon. They do that. I don't mind. They sit to the table and make fake lesson plans. This day it was different. Warford was doing the funny-ha-ha racket downtown that night and he was supposed to pose as Mitch Hedburg. The Afro wasn't making it convincing. Turpin was going to straighten his hair. I have seen pics of Warford with straight hair and it looks unnatural. Like two-headed dog unnatural. With their combined dedication and willpower, they got about half-way through before deciding that they didn't want to do it anymore and decided that just wearing aviator glasses was convincing enough. He did the voice pretty well, and told half-jokes. That's dedication.

And Dean Drover was there for all of it...

I forgot about this until tonight. I have been meaning to post this for a while but I haven't got around to it until now. The video is longer but it's pretty much the same thing. I love Butler's reaction.



The Vest's name is Dolly. She is on facebook

We stole the idea from each other....

I've noticed that Facebook makes it look like me and Warford are in a drunken relationship. I've selected a few gems so that you know what I am talking about...