I bought myself a sofa yesterday. It is leather and beautiful. True story.
Also, I bought a microwave and coffee table.
Actually, I bought the miocrowave and sofa and ended up being given the coffee table.
In conclusion, I love craigslist.
For those of you who've seen my place (and really... it's a pathetically small number of you so-called friends), you must visit again, because recent acquisitions (bookshelf, rock band, sofa etc...) have rendered my previously ghetto place ridiculously pimp. It's the bomb diggity. For realz.
And here my Mom was trying to convince me to abandon plan "kitchen-couch". Pah! My plethora of couches shall be the envy of all!
Also, I bought a microwave and coffee table.
Actually, I bought the miocrowave and sofa and ended up being given the coffee table.
In conclusion, I love craigslist.
For those of you who've seen my place (and really... it's a pathetically small number of you so-called friends), you must visit again, because recent acquisitions (bookshelf, rock band, sofa etc...) have rendered my previously ghetto place ridiculously pimp. It's the bomb diggity. For realz.
And here my Mom was trying to convince me to abandon plan "kitchen-couch". Pah! My plethora of couches shall be the envy of all!
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This is the best photo of the Olympics
0 Comments Published by Simon on Wednesday, August 27, 2008 at 12:58 PM.
I need a secretary.
There are so many scattered little matters that I have one has to keep track of now-a-days.
I think the weight of these things are starting to slow me down.
I don't understand how I've come this far and still don't have a solid, tried and true way to deal with all the multitudes of to-do's that clutter up one's life.
I remember when I was in middle school, I'd run through everything on my to-do list in my head before I'd go to bed. I couldn't sleep otherwise. I wonder what happened to my hyper-organized self?
There are so many scattered little matters that I have one has to keep track of now-a-days.
I think the weight of these things are starting to slow me down.
I don't understand how I've come this far and still don't have a solid, tried and true way to deal with all the multitudes of to-do's that clutter up one's life.
I remember when I was in middle school, I'd run through everything on my to-do list in my head before I'd go to bed. I couldn't sleep otherwise. I wonder what happened to my hyper-organized self?
Goodbye sweet sweet Olympics!
4 Comments Published by Simon on Tuesday, August 26, 2008 at 10:02 AM.
Once, I lost a spelling bee because I spelled Olympics incorrectly. Apparently, you have to specify that it is a capital O. Those grade school teachers sure can be nit-picky!
Anyways, I am supersad now that the Olympics are over. I think they are my favourite TV activity. I don't quite understand the big deal about Phelps though. I saw an article in the paper saying that they think his eight medals will be worth 100 million dollars to him over his lifetime. I don't understand how we can live in a world where someone can make 100 million dollars from swimming fast. Doesn't that thought seem ridiculous? I'll bet that he's wishing that there was a 150m race and a 250m race, and a175m medley. That'd be three more medals!
Also, I think horse back riding and shooting things are ridiculous Olympic sports. But that might just be me.
Did everyone watch the triathlon though? Boy that was something. It's so great to see Simon's do well. I didn't think he had anything left, but he just kept reeling the lead pack in.
I also watched a lot of volleyball (indoor preferably). I can't help but think how different the game is compared to how the founders of the sport must have envisioned it. They probably thought it'd be a great past time for regular folks, where-as now it's a profession for 7 foot superhumans. I mean, when the rules were originally formulated, do you think that it would eventually be played by guys who could jump so high that there waists were parallel to the top of the net?
Finally, I'd like to propose my super awesome Olympic idea.
People always talk about how athletes 'represent' their coutries. But do they, really? I mean, how is Michael Phelps representative of his country if the majority of his country is shaped liked beach balls and can't stay afloat without life preservers?
Here's what we should do. All countries select their athletes by random draw. Like a draft.
So basically, you'd get a letter maybe a month before the Olympics that you, Joe Blow, are going to represent your country in hurdles. Because your name came up.
Then, you'd go to the Olympics and you'd compete against all these other random, NORMAL people who had also been selected.
How engaging would that be? The commentary for marque events would be like this:
And in lane 5 of the hundred metre final we have Oleg Hardisky. He's a butcher in Poland and claims that all those years chasing escaped pigs has really contributed to him making the final. He's going to have to run his best if he hopes to beat Richard Kelland in lane 6 of Canada. Since the Nigerian runner false-started out of the race, Richard is now by far the skinniest runner in the race, and that gives him a huge advantage. His friends and family back home have got to be pretty excited right now.
Or this:
If Greg Roderick can just manage to stay on his horse, he'll qualify for the finals. Unfortunately, he's had two pretty spectacular falls trying to mount his horse in his first two attempts. He was quoted as saying "Man, why couldn't I have been drawn for water polo?". That's just how these Olympics are!
Anyways, I am supersad now that the Olympics are over. I think they are my favourite TV activity. I don't quite understand the big deal about Phelps though. I saw an article in the paper saying that they think his eight medals will be worth 100 million dollars to him over his lifetime. I don't understand how we can live in a world where someone can make 100 million dollars from swimming fast. Doesn't that thought seem ridiculous? I'll bet that he's wishing that there was a 150m race and a 250m race, and a175m medley. That'd be three more medals!
Also, I think horse back riding and shooting things are ridiculous Olympic sports. But that might just be me.
Did everyone watch the triathlon though? Boy that was something. It's so great to see Simon's do well. I didn't think he had anything left, but he just kept reeling the lead pack in.
I also watched a lot of volleyball (indoor preferably). I can't help but think how different the game is compared to how the founders of the sport must have envisioned it. They probably thought it'd be a great past time for regular folks, where-as now it's a profession for 7 foot superhumans. I mean, when the rules were originally formulated, do you think that it would eventually be played by guys who could jump so high that there waists were parallel to the top of the net?
Finally, I'd like to propose my super awesome Olympic idea.
People always talk about how athletes 'represent' their coutries. But do they, really? I mean, how is Michael Phelps representative of his country if the majority of his country is shaped liked beach balls and can't stay afloat without life preservers?
Here's what we should do. All countries select their athletes by random draw. Like a draft.
So basically, you'd get a letter maybe a month before the Olympics that you, Joe Blow, are going to represent your country in hurdles. Because your name came up.
Then, you'd go to the Olympics and you'd compete against all these other random, NORMAL people who had also been selected.
How engaging would that be? The commentary for marque events would be like this:
And in lane 5 of the hundred metre final we have Oleg Hardisky. He's a butcher in Poland and claims that all those years chasing escaped pigs has really contributed to him making the final. He's going to have to run his best if he hopes to beat Richard Kelland in lane 6 of Canada. Since the Nigerian runner false-started out of the race, Richard is now by far the skinniest runner in the race, and that gives him a huge advantage. His friends and family back home have got to be pretty excited right now.
Or this:
If Greg Roderick can just manage to stay on his horse, he'll qualify for the finals. Unfortunately, he's had two pretty spectacular falls trying to mount his horse in his first two attempts. He was quoted as saying "Man, why couldn't I have been drawn for water polo?". That's just how these Olympics are!