Last night I was out with Walter and Adam for dinner and somehow I told them about my university roomate Eric (aka etch) who used to fall asleep mid-sentence while telling stories ("oh man, I love that part in the movie when ....zzzzzzzzzzz") and was our resident funny man.

Anyway, I saw his gleam on messenger today and so I clicked through to read his blog entry - warning: it's a bit cheese but cracked me up b/c its so eric.

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what extension are you?

i got to thinking last night, wouldn't it be cool if we were like files on our computers and had extensions at the ends of our name? it'd be a great way of describing our personalities. for instance, i think that i'm pretty creative and artsy but definitely not professional grade. thus, i think an appropriate extension for me would be .bmp. etch.bmp. not bad i say. i know flo is very talkative. if you listen to her, you'll pretty much know everything going on in everybody else's life. flo.wav. imagine how fun parties would be now.

 

flo.wav: hey, there's henry.xls. he's an accountant and a whiz at numbers.

etch.bmp: really? do you think he can do my taxes?

henry.xls: hey guys, wicked party eh?

flo.wav: totally, how many people do you think are here?

henry.xls: =SUM(A1:A245).

 

etch.bmp: hi! i don't think we've met. my name's etch.bmp. what's yours?

girl: ...

etch.bmp: where'd you get those cheetos from? are there any left?

girl: ... 

etch.bmp: oh i love this song! i think nickelback is so underrated. wanna dance?

girl: ...

etch.bmp: hey flo.wav, that girl's pretty tight. she didn't talk to me at all. do you know her name? 

flo.wav: monique.zip.

 

flo.wav: hey etch.bmp, meet my husband art.html.

etch.bmp: hey art.html, let me guess, you're a web programmer.

art.html: yes, how'd you know?

etch.bmp: your extension is .html.

art.html: that's just a coincidence. the .html extension represents something else.

etch.bmp: what's that?

flo.wav: hotmale.

etch.bmp: barf.

 

flo.wav: oh no, look who just crashed the party. let's get out of here.

etch.bmp: damn, she's hot! who is she?

flo.wav: trust me etch.bmp, you don't want any part of that. she's a tramp and a hussy.

etch.bmp: really? i must know her name.

flo.wav: it's jessica_alba_nude.exe.

etch.bmp: i think she smiled at me...i'm going to buy her a drink.

flo.wav: listen, do not make contact with her, you'll be sorry.

etch.bmp: nuts to that, later flo.wav.

 

the next day

etch.bmp: i have an appointment to see the doctor.

nurse: fill out this form and have a seat.

etch.bmp: ...so itchy...

nurse: etch.vir, dr mcafee will see you now. 

 

 OMG - baby panda! (you need crappy real player to watch)

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Animal Planet :: Panda Video Cam

jordis rules (even though she's not canadian).

the end.

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G #1 - Garage band - Ok, it was really a basement at some house party, and we were only there for a bit due to claustrophobia and drinking too much beer before hand at nickerson on friday night.

G #2 - Games  - Met up on Saturday afternoon with my favorite scrabble opponent...oh and mr. chair...at victrola to play some scrabble. J is usually really good, and so am I, but we lost big time to mr. chair! Who knew he could even spell?

Saturday evening after eating lots of yummy food at Annee and Jordan's, we played a couple rounds of spy vs. killer until all of our faces were cramping from all that winking before moving on to some texas hold 'em. I lost, but with a $5 buy in per game you really can't feel too bad about it.

Sunday evening after the dismal pistons game, we played more poker - this time I came in 3rd (got my $5 back), lost (lost my $5), won $35 at the 1-3-5 game (aka the yelling game), and then another $30 playing another round of hold 'em. WOOT!

G #3 - Golf - Ok, more like driving range, but its really all the same to me. I made contact with the ball (good) but it was constantly veering right (bad). I suppose I'll have to take more golf lessons to figure out what's wrong with my swing.

G #4 - Gelato - There's nothing worse than working on a long weekend. My only consolation was it was crappy weather out, and in the brief sunny period, I treated mr. chair to some gelato with my poker winnings.

all in all a fun weekend...i can't complain!

I can't say that I've been on that many disastrous dates (since I'm anti-date to begin with) but what a handy little service! I wonder if AT&T/Cingular offers a similar service - The Rescue Call? (Thanks Sol)

How many times have you found yourself in an embarrassing situation or on a boring date, wishing for an urgent call to whisk you away? Fido to the rescue! Our Rescue Call service provides that important call when you need it most. Just call us in advance with the date and time, and we'll do the rest! Rescue Call has plenty of excuses in its bag!

How to use Rescue Call

1. Call #RING (#7464) on your Fido.
2. Press 2 for service in English.
3. Select the Rescue Call service by pressing 1.
4. Use the keypad to enter the date and time you'd like to receive the call.
5. Then, simply hang up. You'll receive your call as scheduled. Just pretend to have a conversation and you'll be on your way!

Panic Button

Because you can never predict a disastrous blind date, Fido has thought of everything! Simply call #22 on your Fido and you'll receive a Rescue Call within seconds!

the doors a fun time wasting game thing (via newstoday)

hahaha, i found this pic on a promoter's website...its from Saturday night at Toi. It's me and Matt, though I don't really remember taking this picture.

Craigslist has the funniest mix of useful things and funny random things. I happened to notice that Amy got rid of some goods on craigslist...which prompted me to go check out apartment listing (since i just never know what i'm going to do about my living situation) and i found this: Free housing for female. Hahah, funny stuff. I got this one from Fil - http://seattle.craigslist.org/about/best/chi/54508796.html. Hot damn. If only I could knit like that, he could be mine.

he's so smooth, I wish i could move like him...his partner however, looks like a pecking chicken.... Newstoday

Sometimes people are shocked by my knowledge in music and culture from the years before I was born - I attribute this entirely to my parents (mostly my dad) who was really into music and was always playing a mixture of oldies with whatever was hot at the time (solid gold!).

Then there are the things I SHOULD know about, but don't know about - and once again I attribute this to my parents. Even though I was born in Toronto, and as north americanized as my brother and I are, there are definitely things that my parents omitted from the north american lifestyle to inject traditional chinese beliefs and customs. For example, my mother didn't believe in nutella, or mac & cheese (thankfully, because it looks disgusting), or that friday night was a great time to go to chinese language class. Another thing I don't seem to remember is jumpsuits.

Definition: jump·suit (jmpst) A one-piece garment consisting of a blouse or shirt with attached slacks or shorts.

I received my first introduction to jumpsuits last night at a Jumpsuit party - can I just say that there is nothing more unflattering than a jumpsuit? It makes everyone look disproportional - long torso, short legs - basically a big tube. Mr. Chair made quite an entrance with his one-of-a-kind jumpsuit. You either loved it, or had to shield your eyes. We found a brown velour jumpsuit for myself that made me look like I was wearing a bear-suit, minus the bear ears. The only plus to my outfit was that for once, it actually matched my shoes. Which isn't really saying a lot since I'm never going to wear that thing again. Anyway, lets just hope the jumpsuit doesn't make a return - it's definitely one trend I won't be following.