Just wanted to see if this works. Make sure to check out The Office Thursday nights on NBC.
Update: My apologies to the Firefox users. The layout and rendering glitch has been fixed. My bad.
Nerd alert! Don’t ask about the vest… I have no idea. I guess I wasn’t as sick of that haircut as I thought, because I obviously put up with it for yet another year.
So much for movie star or hockey player, eh? Apparently, I was practicing to become a librarian, an accountant, or a computer programmer. I’m not good with money, and I’m not particularly fond of books, and the rest is what dreams are made of. There’s an old picture of me as a toddler punching away at a computer keyboard that I’ll have to find and put up here. Not all that unusual nowadays, but back then you weren’t in the elite geek circle unless you had one.
I wouldn’t have made a very good hockey player anyway. There’s that whole skating thing that they always seem to be doing for most of the time, which is a lot harder than it looks. I’m probably the only Canadian over 20 that can’t (well, couldn’t). I’ve since strapped on a pair (of skates) after a 20 year hiatus. What have I learned? 1.) The bigger you are, the harder you fall, the slower you heal. 2.) After 20 years of not skating, I mysteriously still haven’t learned how to stop. 3.) Getting your skates “rockered” has more to do with old grannies than it does old guitarists. 4.) I am way out of shape.
Not that there’s anything wrong with books or school. It’s cool to stay in school, kids. Do it long enough, and you could very well save humanity itself. A librarian wouldn’t be all that bad, actually. It involves my three favourite activities: collecting, databasing, and sorting.
What? You thought I actually watch the DVDs I buy? You thought I actually read the comics I collect?
Where’s the fun in that?
An homage to one of my favourite bands…
Ana Ng
Doctor Worm
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Purple Toupee
Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head
Don’t Let’s Start
Birdhouse in Your Soul
(She Was A) Hotel Detective
They’ll Need a Crane
The Statue Got Me High
Boss of Me
Wow! I’ve never watched so many of them back to back like that. Clearly, they felt the secret to a great music video was synchronized jumping. Make sure you buy They Might Be Giants: Direct From Brooklyn, if you want better quality versions of their videos. Oh, and buy their albums if you like the music. Here’s their web site. Basically, just give them lots of money.
Here on wqoq.com, we don’t pussyfoot around taboo subjects. We ask the really hard, tough-nosed, investigative questions.
Like why do women get a whole month for breast cancer awareness, and us guys only get a week for testicular cancer awareness?
Warning: the following link is NOT for children! Nor is it for adults who act like children. Instructions showing men how to examine their jingly-janglies.
Yeah. A week might be too long…
Take a look at those coke bottles! It only just occurred to me within the last day or two that the red mark on my right cheek might be related to me needing to wear glasses. Nah, probably just a coincidence.
I’m really starting to get sick of looking at that same haircut, day after day. Imagine how sick of it I was walking around with it, year after year. My grandmother cut my hair for me back then, and I don’t mean to disrespect her, especially since she’s now passed away. She was a hairdresser in her formative years (probably where she honed her gossiping skills), but it’s not exactly an exciting haircut. I asked her once to give me a haircut several year later, as I was strapped for cash at the time, and I ended up with the exact same haircut.
I don’t have much else to say about this one.