SO here I am.
I was trying to figure out how to set up a blog on TheInsaneDomain.com for me to use instead of my current "Nothing Really" section on the site. I complained about this to someone and they told me to try this place. So here I am, trying it out. Huzzah. Now to post this and then figure out how to change the colours and all that fun stuff called customization.
CAFFEINE.
Hello my name is JCP and I have a coffee addiction.
It’s not as bad as it used to be but still, I’m addicted.
At one point I was drinking up to almost two pots of coffee a day – MYSELF.
Now I have two cups a day, maybe four or five cups in one day on the weekend. To an outside observer, it looks like I drink way more than that. The ugly truth is that usually I have a half-empty cup in front of me, the other half filled with barely lukewarm coffee. I will reheat my coffee numerous times throughout the day, but rarely seem to get to the bottom of it in one sitting. Thinking that this was somehow out of the addiction tag, I was rudely reminded that no, I’m fully addicted, after going for a full morning and afternoon without it. Only after the headache and crankiness escalated to the point that even my cat told me off, did I admit that caffeine was the source of the problem and gave into it. Sure enough, I felt much better after a cup of coffee. I was told recently that caffeine is a pain inhibitor, and that got me thinking about what else it does, seeing that I’m fully addicted to it and might want to know what it’s doing to me.
So here it is:
Caffeine - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caffeine
Coffee - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee
Hardcore?
When my butler visited from the UK, he needed to find himself a pair of hiking boots. Thinking that maybe the local Zellers would have a pair, we headed to the local Huntsville mall. Mall? It’s maybe 15 to 20 stores, barely a real mall at all. There is a music store in there, which I have passed by a few times but never really paid too much attention to. I assumed that, being in a smaller town, it would be filled with all the pre-chewed crap that all music stores feel obliged to have; the top 30 or so, a mix of older music appealing to the aging population around me and random soundtracks.
To my complete surprise, their “metal” section was twice as large as those in any city mall music store I've been to, and they had several albums from a band that I had been told “must not exist” before. They had an empty slot for a band (Peeping Tom) that I had simply assumed wouldn’t be there at all, meaning that not only did they carry the album but had created a whole label for it on their shelves AND had sold out their copies. After the shock of all this wore off, I took another look around the store and realized that almost all the merchandise on the walls were for “heavier” bands. If these things are on the wall and in demand, then that means there is a whole world of hardcore here in northern Ontario that I was unaware of. I’ve not seen these people on the streets and have no idea where they are hiding out, but evidence of their existence is in the music store, hidden away in a mall that seems half dead all the time.
Would giant spiders care?
If giant spiders came from outer space and landed on our planet, would they care about us fancy monkeys and take mercy on us all? Probably not. To be honest, I wouldn't blame them. We’d probably just shoot at them instead of trying to reach a reasonable solution anyway. All hail the giant spiders from outer space.
Public service message.
A friend of mine posted something that made me think so I’m spamming you all with it.
“Here is the deal: we make money off of our recyling. We collect it, sort it and sell it to the highest bidder. Whoever that may be, takes it and doesnt' bury it, but rather makes it into products we buy. Have you ever been to a dollar store lately, where everything says it is made in China? If it is made of plastic then guess what? It is most likely made from our recyclables. The number one offender is plastic water bottles. I know, I know it is very controversial right now about the bottled water, but the reality is that we are paying the region to come and pick up air. Most bottles are not squished and take up so much room in the blue boxes the truck needs to dump at least once durring a route. If you don't want to drink tap water, you need to switch to the big ten letre bottles that are refillable and start filling your own plastic bottles. Basically what I learned is that everything that is plastic is petrolium based which comes from fossil fuels. This is a resouce that will run out of at somepoint. Please please please recylce and make better choices.”
C’est l’alloween.
This year I actually dressed up. I was a creepy skeleton. I think it freaked out most of the brats who came for candy, which really is the whole point. What shocked me was how stupid kids have gotten. Myself and a friend were sitting in plain sight at the bottom of the stairs, talking with big bowls of candy on our laps. Kids went to walk by us and up the stairs. It wasn’t just one or two kids, but at least five of them. What the hell were they thinking?! Are they so programmed to walk to the door that they block out all signals to their brains telling them that hey, the candy isn’t up there? Idiots. They’re lucky I gave them candy at all. I refused to give candy to those that were old enough that they should know to say “trick or treat” instead of just shoving their bags in my face. I made them say it and say it loudly, or they’d not get anything. Those are the RULES of Halloween. It’s not a tough concept to grasp. Saying thank you is a whole other lesson, but not a difficult one either. You’re ALL brats.
Peanut free chocolate treats?
Isn’t peanut free chocolate bars thrown in with all the very peanuty treats on Halloween? Are we supposed to sort out these treats from all the others now? Are kids supposed to tell us they want the special peanut free candy? Do their parents really risk the kids lives by having them eating any old bar from a stranger in the first place? I’m just wondering. Then again, who in their right mind lets their kids eat a giant bag of candy, even if it is just one or two a day over a few months. Yet there is no good alternative and if you DID give the brats something that was good for them, they’d whine and complain. Next year I will give out sugarless candies disguised as real candy and I bet no one would notice the difference. Even if they did, it’s not like they would know it was from me anyway by the time they got home.
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