Death of a Watch + squirrel eating video

My watch isn’t dead, but its pretty close to being dead. One button doesn’t work, but it still functions fine. Actually, the main thing is just that the little metal thingy that holds the straps together broke off about 2 weeks ago. I tried to fix it with a twist tie. Didn’t work. So I’ve been watch-less since then. I’ve been relying on my cell phone to tell me the hour and minute of the day, which is good, but just an inconvenience because I have to dig it out of my pocket whenever I want to check the time.

Something that I’ve noticed, almost like a trend nowadays, is that it’s more common for young people to have a watch over a cell phone. Especially for grade school elementary kids. Personally, I don’t believe they should be having things like that at their age (as if they need it), but that’s something else. Anyways, it almost seems as if that watches just aren’t enough for today’s users.

“A watch? I don’t need a watch. I need a phone! It can tell me the time! It has an alarm clock! It plays MP3s! And takes pictures/video! And it has a calendar! I can also call people with it! And it pays the bills! And does my laundry! A watch can’t do all that!” (Note: Exaggeration)

It’s not really troubling that more people have phones than watches, but in a way it’s sad. Watches are slowly fading away amongst the general public. However, I don’t believe there will be a time (hehehe) that they will be gone entirely. Maybe in the near future, watches will become super cool, maybe cooler and more useful than cell phones, and then everyone will have a watch again. Maybe. They’d probably have to put a gun on it or something like that.

It’s just another sign of the changing times.
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A "new" video is up, it's very boring (Right click = > Save as.
It's just a squirrel sitting and eating a nut.
View other squirrel junk here.
Note: All timvideos now in WMV format.

Photo updates (Scenery) & British Dental stuff

2 Scenery Photos











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Did Sudoku in the Metro on Monday, 18 min. = "Smart" ranking
Did Sudoku in 24 Hours on Monday, 6 min 40 sec. = Woohoo!
Did Sudoku in the Metro on Tuesday, 23 min. = "Pretty Good" ranking.
Did Sudoku in 24 Hours today, 18 min. = I'm getting better!
Did Sudoku in the National Post today also but = Gave up. It's ranking was "diabolical."

I'm getting addicted. Sort of. I just find it very relaxing to do while using public transport.
I have a sense of accomplishment when I finish. And then I recycle the paper. 8^D

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This was from Reuters the other day; I thought it was amusing:

LONDON (Reuters) - More than 60 percent of Britons use items such as screwdrivers, scissors and earrings to remove food from between their teeth, according to a survey published Friday.

The National Dental Survey found that, when it came to oral hygiene, people used whatever was close to hand to pick their teeth.

More than 60 percent questioned by the British Dental Health Foundation said they used makeshift items, including knives, keys, needles and forks.

The survey also found that 23 percent of people chose to leave food stuck between their teeth, increasing the risk of gum disease and bad breath, according to the foundation which promotes oral health.
© Reuters 2006. All Rights Reserved

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Saw gas as high as 122.2 ¢/litre and low as 114.5 recently.

Photosgraphs Updates (Spider-Meh!)

Did Sudoku in the Metro, 25 min. = "Pretty Good"
Did Sudoku in 24 Hours, 32 min. = Bummer...
Sudoku really is fun.
Summer semester starts.
Still need to format computer.
And do work.
And laze around.
Saw gas as high as 120.2 ¢/litre and low as 115 recently.
And now, the photographie updates.

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2 New Spider-Man Poses












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13 Meh Photos (some not new)

No more hives.

John 10:10 describes it best: "The thief [satan] does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy."

The devil tried to steal away my health (indirectly), kill my attitude into something like self-pity, and destroy my life in general. Now, hives isn't a disease or sickness and it isn't contagious. Apparently it's the bodies/skin's natural reaction to something or other. I'm not a doctor, I can't really explain it. Oh yeah, it's normal. But anyways, if you saw my just my back and the weird lumps with redness on it, you would have gasped. It was completely covered. I could have freaked out, complained, and worried constantly thinking I was sick or something. But I didn't. John 10:10 continues to say, "I [Jesus] have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly."

I am "well" (wasn't really sick to begin with) now, because of the blessing of access to drugs and medical facilities that God has blessed me with, in my situation, in this country. I could be worse. I could be in dismay and be sad, stressing out over something I don't have control of. But I don't have to, because God wants me to be happy! He wants me to enjoy life! He wants me to have it "more abundantly." No matter your situation, it's the same for you.

Maybe you're thinking, "Yeah Tim, easy for your to say. You're not the one experiencing this difficulty/problem/sickness/situation/pressure. " You're right, my talk is cheap. But this is God speaking, from His Word, the Bible: "He shall call upon Me [God], and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him." (Psalm 91:15 NKJV)

When it's God, Creator of the Universe speaking, it's His promise to you.
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Whew, I've been seeing gas at a constant 118+ ¢/litre.
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In the past weekend in the US, there was a little something called the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner and some interesting things happened, like George Bush doing a bit with Steve Bridges, a famous impersonator and Stephen Colbert, (from the Colbert Report) who roasted, insulted, and made fun of Bush and various other people to their faces. American politics is amusing.

You haven't had fun, until you've had hives.

I was very itchy this morning, so I scratched the itches. But it persisted and I scratched some more. I noticed there were little bumps where I scratched all over my arms and legs. This has never happened to me before, (just to be clear, in case you missed it: Massive spontaneous itching, followed by the formation of many many many many many raised bumps all over the skin) so I was concerned a little. A few hours later, a visit to a walk-in clinic, and a friendly doctor says, "It's hives."

I've never had these kind of hives before. Not that I can remember at least. These little bumps/blotches (I say blotches cause I found a hive as big as a quarter on my leg) appear when I scratch furiously, but I haven't scratched in a while, and so they start to fade away a bit. They're on every major body part on me. Even my forehead and neck. But I didn't scratch those ones. I had enough self-control, because I knew if I did scratch my face/forehead, it might appear strange to other people. Think about it. Going out, walking along the street, and then a Chinese guy passes you with pinkish/reddish skin in patches, and visible raised bumps all over his head and face.

Anyways, everywhere else, I have scratched. I enjoy scratching my back the best, when the hives become unbearable.

I don't think this was from food or contact from chemicals. There doesn't seem to be a reasonable explanation. Key word here is seems. Meh no biggie. Stuff happens, this will pass. If you're still wondering about the title of this post (even though you're probably not), it's sarcasm. For a while, I couldn't scratch myself because I was in a rush to get some work done and I didn't have the time to stop and scratch myself. The itching made me go crazy (clazee!) for awhile. In my head. The feeling I had of not being able to scratch is maybe similar to the feeling one might have, if you see a dollar on the ground, and no one is around. So you want to pick it up and keep it, but you somehow know that as soon as you do, someone is going to steal your wallet. Ok that's a bad analogy. I just wanted to tie in something else.

So, speaking about dollars, the Canadian Dollar reached 90¢ US today (eh? See? Aren't I clever! I bet you didn't see that coming. The way I switched from the previous topic, to this topic....heheeeee. The way I tied something in). Woohoo! Good for us! Bad for exporters though, because it's now more expensive for other countries to buy our stuff. That's the only thing I remember from ECON 105. Blug. Check out the neat graph at the bottom of Wikipedia's article. If the rising trend continues, I may have more incentive to buy American t-shirts with funny sayings. Or even...uh... also... uh... do something wise... uh... like... hmm... invest! Aha, yes... do something wise.......wise.....wise.....wise...........

Semester end for me and Hands pocket junk

I had my last final exam on Monday (ASC 102- good course only if you’re interested in that kind of thing). I now have a feeling of freedom. Almost like as if I was lying on the ground and a gigantic humongous fat man (sorry not fat, I mean FAAAAT!!!) was just rolled off of me, allowing me to breathe and move again, but then out of nowhere I was pushed out a plane and I’m falling gracefully through the air flailing my arms happily and kicking because I’m free! Free from the bondage of school! Until May 9th. [ka-splut] Ow, the ground hurts.

I don’t know about girls, but I know as a guy (Yes! I'm a guy! Stop laughing and making fun of me in your head! ), sometimes I have an urge or craving to play a certain video game (it’s funny, as I was about to go to sleep last night, I had a craving for lasagne…hmm... delicious irrelevancy...). And so the past few days I’ve done that. Via les emulators of arcade games, I played the Simpsons Arcade game (for some reason, I thought this game was great when I was younger, but now...not so great), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, some Marvel Super Heros vs Street Fighter and now I’m working my way through Metal Slugs 1-4. Fun fun.

In other Tim-news, I did the Sudoku puzzle in Monday's 24 Hours in 7 minutes and I almost threw my shoulder out while doing some morning stretches.

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Hands in My Pocket - UPDATE

Kudos to those brilliant marketing people hired by Capital One. I’ve noticed on TV that they have two new commercials featuring Jim Guthrie’s song. I guess they realized how popular it was and did the smart thing and capitalized on the popularity-isticness. They even did something smarter, and got a whole site (sort of, well, basically just the domain name I think) called (drum roll please): http://www.handsinyourpocket.ca Clever hmm? At that site, you can download the full MP3 of the song and even watch the commercials, how cool is that? But they don’t have the first commercial. (EDIT: Nov 14 2006 - looks like they changed the website and you can't download the MP3 anymore. I suggest you do a google search for it or ask on forums or something if you're desperate)

The only reason I enjoyed the first commercial so much was because of that hilarious black guy boogeying. Cracked me up every time with the expression on his face. Something bad though, I don’t think they “advertised” correctly enough, cause for some reason, if one were to google (how great is that? “Google” is a noun AND verb!) “hands in my pocket commercial” yours truly’s Terriblelands is number one (tee hee). I only found www.handsinyourpocket.ca because of Google. Did you just ask, "How popular is this whole hands in my pocket thing anyway?" Well over here, I mentioned that 50 people stumbled over onto my site because of me talking about it. Since December 2005, it’s been a few thousand. People are infatuated with someone’s hands, in someone else’s pockets! Btw, Rick Mercer did a spoof - Knee in My Package --> PACKAGE!!!



When you really think about it, at the end of the day, this whole thing is kinda perverted…
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Man alive! Gas is gone crazy! Within the past 3 days, I’ve seen it at a low of 108.5 and a high of 117.5¢/litre. According to my records, it hasn’t been that high (in BC) since the hurricanes in September.

The Significance of Easter

When it’s Christmas time, the stores go nuts. Decorated trees and other junk are slapped onto walls while “Christmas” related stuff plays on TV. It’s a nice time to feel good. Awww, a little baby was born in a manger. Angels were singing and some wise men gave gifts to the newborn babe. Awww. No one minds hearing about that.

But whoah ho ho. Then a few months later it’s “Easter” time. Do you see decorations everywhere? Do TV stations put “Easter” related stuff on TV? No. Easter just becomes a time where we get a statutory holiday and little kids get to eat chocolate and find eggs, because some stupid rabbit hid them over night. Rabbits? Eggs? Chocolate? I have yet to find a good explanation that will make sense of these things.

There is no emphasis that I have observed in general society of what Easter is really about. It’s not taught about in public schools because that’s a no-no and it’s religious. We don’t want to offend anyone right? However, there is the occasional report on the news, where some person will say something like, “Today ‘Christians’ around the world are marking Good Friday….and the pope lead this and people watched him over here and blah blah blah.” Big whoop.

Why do I think the true reason behind Easter is not shown on TV? Or taught in schools? Or talked about by general society on the street? Because there’s a little something called the truth and people don’t like to face up to it because it hurts. That’s why the real meaning of Easter is pushed aside and brushed over with some namby-pamby politically correct monkey crap.

This page explains best what Easter truly is about and I’ve taken some explanations from there. The Bible says that everyone has sinned. Everyone includes you and me. We all have committed some act that was selfish therefore have missed God’s perfect standards to be able to have a personal relationship with Him. The Bible also says that there is a consequence for sin, which is death. Not just physically, but death here is spiritual separation from God. When we don’t have a personal relationship with God, that’s what death is. That’s the truth and it hurts.

Easter is the time we take note of the fact, that on Good Friday, Jesus Christ, God in human form, was nailed to a cross and crucified as a payment on behalf of our sins. Why? The consequence of our sins demanded that a sacrifice be made. Jesus lived a perfect life when He physically walked on earth and His death, both physical and spiritual, was accepted by God so that no one else had to die for their own sins, because Jesus already had done it. Right before He died He said, “It is finished.”

But on the third day, Jesus miraculously rose from the dead showing He was more than just a man. Who knows how many tens of thousands (or more) of people who have been crucified in the past. They all stayed in the ground. When Jesus resurrected from His grave, it was forever. Sin had been dealt with and everyone is now able to truly know God. We still can't live up to His perfect standards, but Jesus’ death and resurrection has justified us to be innocent of our past wrongdoings (sin) in God's eyes. We don't need to experience spiritual death!

Easter is supposed to be a time of celebration of the fact that (spiritual) death has been conquered and that we can have life. We can accept and believe what Jesus Christ did for us and know God personally. That’s a lot better than any rabbit, egg, or piece of chocolate.

Next year for the Canucks

The last game of the regular season was tonight. It was great.
Until next year. Yeah Canuckleheads!!!




Go Home Team Go!

I need some funny (you do too)

I took a piccie from an Archie comic because, it made me laugh and I thought I'd share it.

and also I noticed these two coaster comics in the Peak, [insert Peak-bashing comments here], which made me laugh too.

However, taking God's name in vain isn't funny.

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I also added some links on the gigantnismsdn links page.
http://www.leparkour.ca hurrah.
http://web.archive.org/web/200203081
14253/home.kc.rr.com/laestrygon/uselessfac
ts/volume-1.htm FIXED! Useslss info, thanks to the waybackmachine.
http://www.dashan.com/en/index.htm White Canadian Guy who is a Chinese celebrity - intriguing!
http://www.rsims2.com/ A black guy in China - hi-larious. Check Ron's podcasts out. Funny, and he'd appreciate it.

Scratch? Pick? No.

The bus was nearly full, and I didn’t see any empty seats in the back, so I sat down on an aisle seat somewhere relatively near the front. There was a middle aged gentleman, balding, grey haired Caucasian man, reading some article printed off a computer who had the window seat beside me. I sat quietly as the bus travelled “up” Hastings towards SFU.

Then I noticed movement from the man sitting beside me. What was his hand doing? I dared not to stare directly at him, but I tried to look at him out of the corner of my eye. His hand was moving near his face… by his mouth …his nose? Is the man sitting beside me picking his nose? Nooo! It’s a full bus! He wouldn’t do that. And I’m sitting beside him! He wouldn’t pick his nose. I continued to try to get a glance at him now and then at the corner of my eye though. I’m shy and it would make things awkward if I suddenly turned my head to look at him. And also, I was afraid that he might actually be picking his nose, be upset and flick a booger at me. That’s right, I said booger.

People were getting off of the bus and I saw a few empty seats slightly behind where I was sitting. I wasn’t exactly comfortable, so I moved to the empty seats. I had a clear view of the man’s profile now. He looked like a pleasant gentleman, calm demeanour. I stared at him for a while, and in my head, told myself I shouldn’t think silly thoughts like the ones before. And then I saw him pick his nose. It wasn’t a scratch. It was a pick. He picked his nose. I was horrified. I looked around the bus. No one else had saw it. The man, on the bus, whom I sat beside, just picked his nose!!! Gaah!!! And he picked his nose when I had sat beside him a few minutes ago!!!

I got to school with no other exciting happenings. I didn’t think about it for the rest of the day until now.
(Week 13, last day of classes for me too.)
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Read this, about the H5N1. It’s funny. Bigwhiteguy!

Stupid accounting (lecture)

BUS 254 is stupid. Managerial accounting is stupid. I boo/change the channel whenever I see accounting commercials on TV. By the end of the semester(s) I want to physically hurt and inflict pain on my accounting textbook(s), but it is inanimate and will not react. And it cost way too much money, for me to damage it. Stupid accounting. I had my last lecture today...and this is what happened in my lectures for 254 this semester:

Week 1: Bored, but stayed awake the whole time (I think).
Week 2: Fell asleep.
Week 3: Fell asleep.
Week 4: Fell asleep.
Week 5: Fell asleep.
Week 6: Fell asleep.
Week 7: Reading break, no class. Phew.
Week 8: Midterm, guessed on a lot of the Multiple Choice cause lack of time.
Week 9: Fell asleep.
Week 10: Fell asleep.
Week 11: Fell asleep.
Week 12: Fell asleep and left early.
Week 13: (Today) - Fell asleep, waited for the prof to say something important about the final exam, and then regretted not leaving early, because he didn't say a thing that was helpful, AT ALL! [angry face] RAR!

When I say "Fell asleep" I don't mean I sleep-through-the-entire-lecture, but midway the class as I tried to concentrate, I would just conk out for a few minutes. Then I'd wake up clueless and lost, and I'd sit in my chair daydreaming/watching the clock. Almost every single time, I'd be in a bad mood when I exited the class, which would follow me on the bus as I travelled home. Lingering, negative side effects of a stupid stupid accounting class. Up yours accounting!

Good thing there's hockey at my church, Monday nights. It helps me on the inside. I got a blister on my left hand though from the stick I used. Stupid accounting.

Ok I'm done.

Sudoku, Gas, Schroeder

Thursday:
I did Sudoku (see below) on the bus. 'Twas "Medium". Took 37 minutes. Narf.

Friday:
I saw gas for 103.4¢/litre. Then I saw it for 112.3¢/litre. Caramba!

Saturday:
Now, I’m wondering why I’m getting Alana Schroeder’s mail in my inbox.

Rien.

Surprisingly busy, though not many things due. Now its just life in general to deal with.
That doesn't make much sense. I'm not even going to bother. Because I'm not sure I understand myself. And now I make no sense. Poor nonsensical grammar fills the screen.

An old man (with an earing!!!) sat beside me on the bus today. He reeked of cigarette smoke. I noticed he was doing a sudoku puzzle. I didn't care. You know why? Because I did one yesterday! And it took me 16 minutes! Ho ho ho haaaa! Isn't it beautiful? Yeah yeah I know...."Very Easy"....shut up.......I'm going to go cry now. Boo hoo!