Friday, December 31, 2004


Most of you who read this know that my former fellow-blogger-turned-lazy-jerk Mike has been sans-blog for a number of months now. However, a few weeks ago he told me he'd be re-launching his blog for the new that gives you about 8 hours bud.

I just thought i'd let everyone know so when it's not up soon, they'll know that you've failed miserably in your quest to rejoin the blogging community.

that is all. Have a good new years everbody.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Steve: My cat scratched me three months ago and I still have the mark.
Steve (singing): Cat Scratch Fever!!!
Me: I think I've been hanging out with you too much because that song is the first thing that popped into my head too.
Steve: Well, you're not quite at the point where you start singing them out..that'll come in 6 to 8 more months.....It's called musical tourette's.

It has been decided. If Mike gets holidays from the Vulcan Advocate-and he should-we are going to Europe. England, at least, and possibly other places. I get three weeks paid vacation starting Jan. 1, and I haven't really had a vacation in a long time, so I'm making this first one a biggie.

Me and Mike in a foreign country? That's got arrest and deportation written all over it.

It'll be sweet.

Friday, December 24, 2004

It's 3:49 a.m. This is the latest I've been up since...well, probably since the last time I was hanging out with Mike. Who, coincendentally, is here right now.

I'm now convinced that, if Mike and I ever lived in the same town again, neither of us would ever get any sleep, and we'd probably have the most fun ever.

Also, i'm pretty sure at some point we'd get arrested.

In other news, getting drunk and watching Shaun of the Dead is possibly the greatest night ever. (ok, maybe not, but that movie is fucking awesome).

That is all. Merry Christmas everyone.

Friday, December 10, 2004


Mike and I have spent far too much time the last two days talking about bears. It's quite ridiculous.
It started on my tagboard (to left)...

Random jerk: Your comedy is unBEARable.
Mike: My comedy is of the highest koala-ity.
Mike: In fact, you might say it's very depandable.
Mike: the ensuing laughter usually occurs after a slight paws.
Mike: Okay, I need to stop. This is getting rather grizzly.
Mike: These puns won't win me any po-polar-ity contests.
Mike: ..Though they might put an appreciative reader into kodiak arrest.
Mike: Did you know they made Jellystone Park into a golf course? Last week I shot a double Yogi.
Mike: What colour did the bear paint his house? Baloo.

Then I told Jeremy to "Go to Hell."

Mike: Hey, I bet it's pretty Smokey there.

Then the next-day emails...
Mike: OK I get to work today and pick up this week's paper (ours), and I look at the picture is a teddy bear with the cutline "Can you bear it?"

Then I went into a blurb about the pissing bear, Hope, and how Darla "The Bleeder" from j-school works at my company's paper in Hope (and takes horrible pictures).

nick: how about that segway between bears and Darla? It was tough, but I bear-ly made it work.
mike: It was so downright awful you won't get a visit from Santa Claws this year.
nick: Dammit, I was going to use Santa claws in my next email. What'd you have to go and do that fur?
nick: Mike, you've bruined my day.

In other news, last night we did our annual Christmas Cookie Icing Night, which we've been doing since we were about 5. We all missed out last year for the first time ever because Ian was in Prince George and I was in Peace River. This year was fun, and culminated with Ian eating a cookie with 4 inches of icing on it - and almost puking - and then getting the remains of the heavily-iced cookie shoved in his face and up his nose when Jeremy surprised him. Jer also ended up covered in icing - and had half a cookie stuck to his face too.

"Dammit, this poor cookie only has one chance at life and I went and bunged it up." - Me, after a poorly iced gingerbread man.