Let’s Get Excited!

Aside from Dave Chappelle’s Block Party which comes out on the 3rd of March, I’m excited to see Kanye’s Touch The Sky video. Ain't sure when it drops, but I can't wait!

WAR Motha Fuckin' Nia Long!!!

Loser-1 or L Fest or The Biggest Loser

“You took an L, you took a loss” – Big L, “Ebonics”

I usually take an L on the daily. For example, I’d say ‘Hi’ to someone in the hall only to receive no reply. Small potatoes like that. But this time around, who knew how much of a loss I would be taking this past weekend?

On Thursday night, I helped Shaun pick something up from The Brick. When I was taking the seats out of LuminaNation, I tweaked something in my back. L!

Friday rolled around and I was feeling like crap for the whole day. I was coming down with a cold or something. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could take a nap before I headed out with TeamID. Unfortunately, we were swamped and I left later than I wanted. L! Over at MasterSteak, I had to wait for my chicken souvlaki while everyone else was eating. L! That and I lost my stupid Gameboy. Couldn’t find that shit anywhere! L!

Saturday, I had to stay home. Haven’t been this sick for years! L! My cousins came over and played some poker. Three games and three busts. Three Ls!

On Sunday, I was hoping to do some skating with Summer, but thanks to the rain, those plans got nixed. L! Shaun needed more help from me to pick up some table and chairs. Tweaked my back even more in LuminaNation. L! Thought things were looking good when I got to meet up with Summer on Sunday night, only to receive the biggest and worst L of all. Sadly, Summer and I, we’re done. >sob< L...

Worst. Weekend. Ever. Low confidence, here i come!

What my red Georgia coat brought us:

On Sunday, I helped Shaun pick up some furniture using my family’s van. We decide to grab a quick bite at this spot near the airport. I used to eat there once in a while when I was at Sobeys. We sit down at a table by the window and I had my red Georgia Tech coat on. Across the front, across the chest, it says “Georgia” in big black letters. This old man who was sitting by himself at another seat takes notice and says to me “Georgia? Do you know where Georgia is?” He was an older white gentleman with some sort of Euro accent. I knew he wasn’t talking about the Bulldogs, nor the state of, but the country in Eastern Europe. So I play dumb, but Shaun likes Geography and he begins to engage with the man. They talk about various place in Belgium and Germany. He quizzes us on Waterloo and other Euro destinations. So what did two twenty-somethings and an old Euro talk about for an hour? Highlights include:

- talk on international business which led to…
- him calling Shaun a bad businessman. (This to me was quite hilarious)
- the benefits of doing business with China
- calling me “Mr. Manila” and not being “convinced” with his business ideas
- and “until we meet again in Shanghai”
- punking us for not having our own business and working for someone else “you like your small cheques?” and “it’s like being a slave” pwnd1

He said many more interesting things, but I find it funny how random old people have no problem talking to strangers. Shaun pointed out that it must be an old person thing. If one of us were to do this, then we’d be seen as… well, crazy. But to them, they might have done that all the time back in the day: just started talking to random guy and then that’s it. I think that's a pretty cool thing. Being able to mix it up with some random person with out reservations and just be cool.

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I Appreciate!

Here are two joints I have enjoyed so much, I decided to share.

Punch Out

Mario Unleashed

If you don’t enjoy these two, well, as that Korean store owner once said: “I feel sorry for your mother!” Unfortunately, you don’t realize the genius of these two clips. Kudos, I say. Kudos!

WAR Google Video

EDIT:
pwnd!

WAR Google Video (again)

So anyway, I’m fucking my wife in her ass, right?

The last election, I voted Liberal, fearful of a Conservative government. I credit that to good ol’ LiberalRed fear mongering. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem like folks is scurred no mo! The fish wraps says that PCs are going to win. I doubt that. I think Libs are gonna pull it out… at least, so says my trusty invisible Magic8Ball. “Will the right wingers win?” >shake< >shake< >shake< and the mystic ball says “The outcome looks doubtful” Tada! And this is why I think I’ll be voting Ahrange. There’s something about JackieL that I find appealing. The fact he has yellow fever? His moustache? His rugged good looks? Who knows? All I know is I’m checking off (N)ever (D)ie (P)appi.

Run Your Best

The annual TeamID 8K Spring Run Off is in less than 90 days. Chris and I both agreed that folks need to come back out and run. But before we could come up with a solution, we had to identify the problem. Was it the fact that the big loser had to pay for dinner? The possibility of craptacular weather? Alleged physical ailments? Was it the fear of punkage? Or something as simple as pure laziness? We weren’t sure, but all we knew was any excuse was a weak one. Think about it: we do this race every year. It’s ALWAYS during the same time in April. It’s not like the race comes up randomly in August or something. We all know the date, we all know the potential weather conditions, and we all know what’s at stake. Everyone has 11 plus months to train and get ready for it so there’s no real good reason to not join in. Anywho, we tried to come up with some alternate strategies to make the draw larger. I propose this one: We have two losers. One takes care of the akahol bill, the other takes care of the food bill (which includes non-akaholic drinks). First place loser pays for the larger one. Now how do we determine the losers? Who ever has the worst improvement from their total race AVERAGE. So if you ran 3 years, you take the average of those three runs and compare that to this years run. Of all of our differences, the two crappiest ones pay up. In my opinion, this has a couple advantages. The first being that this prompts everyone to not necessarily beat others, but to set personal bests for yourself. And who couldn’t use a little personal besting? The second is… uh, I don’t remember. Just fucking come out and run. Stop being such a puss. As long as you don’t crap out the most (or if it’s my scenario, co-crap out) you won’t get punked.

And oh yeah, don’t wear running pants with a rip in them like this stranger or else you’ll have your pic on my blog next year.

Precious Like That

My cousin James drives recklessly. Beth was with him once when he made it from past Mavis and 401 to the club district in 9 minutes just so they could make guest list. My aunt and his sister once said that they could see him dying due to a car accident. Saturday January 14 was my cousin James’ birthday. He spent the day with his family even though he wanted to go out with his friends. So on Sunday, he headed out early to go snowboarding with some of his friends who had stayed the night up north somewhere. In usual James fashion, he was driving much too fast and far too crazy despite the fucked up weather and road conditions. Around 3ish on Sunday, my sister got a call from our other cousin saying that James got into a bad accident and he’s in the hospital. She was crying. Long story short, his car flipped over three times. Thankfully, he’s alright. Which ever reason for him to come out of that mess unscratched, whether it be God, karma, luck or miscellaneous, all I know I’m going to kick his ass. Not only for making all his family and friends worry, but because he has not one, but both of my Big L CDs. If you look closely at the pictures, you’ll see some CDs strewn about. I never fuckin learn with this dummy. I lend him all sorts of stuff and they either come back missing, broken, not working or something totally different then what I gave. I wanted those albums back but didn’t get them. I asked his dumb ass. I asked him! Fuck, his ass is so dead. This is Big L, son. Big L! Someone's going to get a hurt, real bad!

I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch
Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
but I'm sober they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride
You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Talkin bout where the gun at, I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legit
I love to see cars come cruisin bye and playin my shit
I walk around with six thou' without a pist-al, my whole click's wild
I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now
I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin laws
I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes
Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that

Persistence is Not Futile

At work, I have The Pack’s season schedule tacked up to my wall. I wrote down a blue W besides their game on Sunday v The Knickerbockers. I took a step back and noticed that The Raps are doing pretty good. They hard core crapped out in November, but for December and so far in January, they’ve been pretty good. I began to count and noticed that in their last nine games, they’ve won seven. 7 of 9. 7 of 9. The Raptors are 7 of 9. The Raptors are 7 of 9, but they’re still not as good looking as Jeri Ryan.

WAR old Raptor jokes
WAR Purple Fever
WAR Shaun knowing the name of the actor who plays Data from StarTrek

Damn Brown!

Shaun calls me to ask if he can borrow my copy of Civ4. Of course, I oblige, but I wonder, why didn’t he just message me over messenger? Much shamity I sense in him. Anyways, to increase Shaun’s already high rating, he drops this to me a few minutes later online:

hwhen i was on the phone i couldn't really spea just recovering from a mega al dump

What. The. Fuck. ?!!?? Was this really necessary for him to tell me? I didn’t think he was acting like (any more of) a fag on the phone, so why did he feel the need to explain himself? Memo to everyone I know: I don’t need to know how tired or uncapable of talking you are after you grow a tail. Please keep that to yourself. The only exception, of course, is if it has some comedic value (see Al’s story from last year).

I would also like to say that Shaun CB’d my blog posting about the memo area on cheques. As a futile attempt at revenge, I will now post what I wrote down for the latest cheque I wrote for him given last night:

Ethnic Cleansing 4 Life

And speaking of Shaun’s blog, how much money do you get from those ads you signed up for? Damn sales pig! Money’s not that important to you, eh? Laugh. But seriously, I’m glad for Shaun’s site. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have to keep reading “Hey… Redskin”, “Pink is the new blog” or “M.I.A. concert” >slaps forehead< Uuugggggggghhhhhhh!!!

2005 Like This…

Well, there goes 2K5 and who knew it'’d be better than 2K4? I could go back and reminisce on every single thing that happened, but then again, you could just scroll down… Anyways, here's some moments I'’d like to share that I may or may not have mentioned in previous posts:

Favorite Lie of the Year:
Telling folks that I have a job at a pharmaceutical company... as a human guinea pig. According to my lies, I'’d take some medication, sleep there for eight hours while some readings were taken (or something). C'mon guys, how stupid do you think I am?!?! (Don't answer that!)
Runner Up: Mentioning my glorious foot modeling career to Summer. Yes, an oldie, but goodie.
Second Runner Up: I would actually provide Chappelle's Show Season 3 with my KK gift pack. >insert evil laugh here!<

Moments When I Actually Wish My Life Would End:
There were several dark and depressing times for me this year. Times I felt so low, I wish I could just leave this plane of existence. These occurred whenever I'’d see on the television or hear on the radio any of the following songs: Daddy Yankee's Gasolina (all of a sudden, that KK porn gift ain't looking so bad!), Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl (biggest piece of shit EVER!!! A turd so big, Al would need two hands and a garbage bag to mash it up!), Akon and Young Jeezy's Soul Survivor (seriously, fuck Akon!) and that Massari song/video which was released recently, yet had wonderful video/song clichés from 1997. Seriously, after any of these "“songs,"” I just wanted to Seppuku myself!

Biggest Disappointment of the Year:
Chin's World Tour 2K5. "Shit. Damn. Motherfucker" © D'Angelo. What was I thinking?!?! Must maintain my "no expectations, no disappointment"” motto!
Runner Up: My close and personal friend Nalini getting bounced from BT. Fucking Frank! Why'd you have to be so nice in front of the camera? Where's my morning eye candy?!?

The "Fall In Line" Award (Excellence in Changing Ones Way Due to Punkage):
Congratulations Chris! We don't have to worry about you shorting the final bill on dinners anymore! I think you should share this award with Cathy since she is the one who initially called you cheap.

Sporting Notables:
As much as I hated on golf, it is an excellent game to meet future girlfriend at. As well, I must mention beach volleyball: the friendliest sport on earth. Sun, sand and skin? It's a win, win, win situation! I can't wait for this summer. Everyone should come with us this summer. It'll be fun in the sun!

Favorite Media Clip of the Year:
Chris Tucker's "Help, help, help!" during the Katrina fundraiser where Kanye said "George Bush hate's black people." Gold!

TeamID MIA Award (Member Who Made the Least Appearances):
Looking at the stat sheet, it looks like it's Jon by a landslide. Although, it may seem like ai was gone just as much at times, the numbers just don't lie. Wheeeeeeeeere's Johnny?

Most Fun:
Fire Fete2 during Caribana (just in case you didn't know, "I love soca!"). I'm guessing that some might expect me to say CubaNation2K5, but I didn't think it was that much fun >ducks<. Thinking back, did anything really epic happen? I mean, REALLY EPIC??? Carnival with the gay snowman was more fun.

Biggest Thing I Don't Understand:
What exactly is a "promise ring??"

Biggest 'Brokeback Mountain' Moment Which Never Happened:
Shaun giving ai a blow job due to bet lossage. Luckily for Shaun (and unluckily for ai) Shaun didn't have get down on his knees to honor the wager.

Resolution:
I'm satisfied with my list I set out for me last year (except for CWT2K5. uggghhhh!) So what's on tap for this year? Work on my ass some more. I want to have such a fat, round ass; you can set a cup on top of it! As well, I'd like to see how much longer I can hold out with having neither a cell phone nor online banking. Unfortunately, it may only be a matter of time!? Ah stubbornness!

2K5: The Year of the TeamID subsets:
YTM - The Youth Movement
Rainman Twins - excellence in stalker ways
TeamID Spy Guild - all exclusive information, some of the time.
TeamTorreno - wait, did they actually call themselves this or did I just make this up???
Cooksville Massive - from the heart of Mississauga

Random:
I've noticed that I've been arguing a LOT with Shaun this past year. Hmmm!… I wonder what that means. Maybe it's all the cock blocking Shaun did to everyone this year. Geez, Shaun!

Motto for 2K6:
Let's Laugh Lots (LLL)

Predictions for 2K6:
"Good Times" © Alison Bradley

WAR TeamID
WAR Great 2005
WAR Greater 2006

Love yalls!