This is funny for those that follow hockey.

I used to live in Spokane, Washington. I hated it when I moved there. I thought it was a po dunk shit hole to be blunt. A meth house on every corner it seemed. I was with someone else at that point in my life, I didn’t even know B. The girl I was with had it rough because I was unhappy, continually putting down where I lived. It was her home town and she adored it. I was, in short, an asshole about it. No nice way to say it.

I was there for her, but I wasn’t happy about it. My own fault really.. but that’s another story.

As time went on, I started to get used to my surroundings. I started to actually like Spokane. I met some great friends, started into a little routine, kidnapping tourists and making skin coats and well, I wasn’t unhappy about where I lived anymore. I quite enjoyed it. Weird how life can be. It’s really as tough as you make it.

I haven’t lived in Washington state now for over six years. Time flies when you’re having fun hey? I do miss my friends in Spokompton at times, especially The Glen (even tho he no longer resides in the spokompt hood). If I hadn’t moved back to Canada when I did, my life would rolled in a different direction. I’d have never ended up meeting Bryci and I’d probably be a different person. In my opinion, she’s such a major part of my life, if it weren’t for her, without doubt I’d be a different man. I might even have three arms.

HEY. YOU DON’T KNOW FOR SURE. FUCK YOU.

I guess what I am saying here, is that sometimes… life will throw you a curve you didn’t see coming. Maybe you’ll end up moving somewhere like I did and you’ll be unhappy, as I was. In time you’ll see the unhappiness was all in your head, and as soon as you decided to stop being five, shit got better.  That’s what happened for me anyway, maybe you’ll be more fortunate and find your way to happiness even quicker than I did. For your sanity, I hope so.

I have had some curves thrown my way in life, who hasn’t? Sometimes you figure it just can’t get any worse… and then it does. Ha! I know dude, I know. We’ve all been there. It does get better though. Eat Shreddies, I’m just sayin… if those happy diamonds can’t make ya smile, pfffft, you’re pretty much set to be unhappy for life.

Shreddies are teh bomb!

Snap.

It is almost 4:22 am. OMGOMGOMGOMG I am so fackin facked

Jack (our little destroyer of worlds) will be awake at about 7:15am area to go pee. It will be at this time I will pull my sleepy ass from slumber and walk him to the patio door, telling him… GO PEE JACK. He will trot over to his green and let fluid fly. Upon such time I will bring him in and grab the blanket near the door that has been marked with jack’s scent. I will then clean his under-carriage so it’s not damp, you know male dogs, their generally get wet when they piss. I will then trot Sir Prissy Pants aka princess into the bedroom where Bryci lay dormant… safe in the knowledge I will wake her not, from her dreams.

I shall lift his majesty skyward to the bed so he can lick himself into a frenzy in style whilst I crash the fuck out.

Face it, if you could go to town on yer bidniz, you would too. You know you would. Don’t even lie.

Upon waking, you can color my ass sitting in this chair working on Katie’s new site. It’s sooo close.

If all goes well, we go live tonight.

I wonder which site I shall engage myself with next? hmmm…

damn I am tired. I was in bed too, almost asleep and then I remembered I had to submit something to ccbill for approval for co-launch with Katie’s site. One couldn’t take place without the other and nobody likes a slacker.

Well, I like slackers, they make me look goooood… but you get my what I’m saying.

One last thing…

I posted this pic in the randoms area. I said it was our bathroom. Some of you have been watching this regularly, hoping to see Bryci.

You.are.retards. There. I said it.

This is not our bathroom. This is an animated gif consisting of two frames. on and off. er… red dot on, red dot off.

If you are one of the many I snafu’d with this, go into your bathroom, lift the toilet seat up. Lay your head on the rim, use toilet paper as a safe clean barrier from da germs if you must.

Now, slam the seat downward unto your melon as fast as you can, repeatedly until blood pours from your ears.

Please. Thank you. I would if I could but you know… you’re there, I’m here… there’s that whole awkward thing about being in the same bathroom with a stranger… anywhoo…

STOP WATCHING DA GIF. Seriously.

We aren’t ever going to show up in this animated gif. Ever.

Ok kids, enough of the funnies. I’m giggling at my own dumb jokes and oh look, it’s 4:38am.

Jack’s bladder is on count down mode at this point. fuck. I wonder if I taped a balloon to his wiener, if that’d work.

will get back to you on this.

A little while back I spoke about how we were going to get a BowFlex. Sure, like you I’d seen the infomercials and like you, we know infomercials are usually contain sucktastic products. This is one of those rare times where what you see is truly what you get.

We got the gym set up a couple weeks back, but I wasn’t able to start using it because I had fresh ink on my arm and flexing your arm muscles with tight freshly tattooed skin is not a good idea. Ripping skin is not a good feeling, been there done that already. Then this last week, while my arm was about 90% healed, I still couldn’t really work out because I was shooting Katie all week.

Bryci on the other hand worked out all last week. I’m so proud of her, she’s pushing herself so hard. Eating properly, sleeping properly, drinking her water (75-90 ounces per day) plus working out.

So this week… I started working out on the Bowflex. Holy shit. Consider me impressed. This sucker will push you as far as your body can take and then some. I started a simple reconditioning workout, being that I haven’t worked out in awhile. 3 days per week, one day on, one day off… nothing major. Seven exercises ranging from core routines to bench press etc. Two sets of 15. On Monday I worked out, I was sore on Tuesday. Today I worked out, raising my weights from Monday’s totals… and yes, I am sore again. Thing is, you get such a rush off this, you want to work out again. As I type this I am thinking about how my arms felt on the final few reps, buckling from the pressure… it was amazing.

(our gym can be bought here if you’re want one)

When we’re not working out on this, we leave it with 10lbs wired up. When we’re ready to work out, depending on if it’s Bryci or myself, we change the weights, depending on work out. Takes all of 10 seconds tops to flip weight amounts. The workouts are fast, you fly through them and you get such a feeling of YES! when you’re done.

So let’s see what happens. Bowflex has this 6 week thing where they say your body will change so much, you’ll be impressed or your money back. B worked out for one week and I noticed a difference in her body. ONE WEEK. I have worked out twice on the damn thing and lines I had on my mid torso are back. Two work outs. Damn. Muscle memory is a great thing. heh

So yeah, I am a big fan of this. It might look like a weak ass machine that can’t do much, but it can do 70 exercises. It tops out at 210 pounds of resistance  but it can be upgraded to 310 or 410 by buying 50 lb rods. 2 rods go for $99 or so. I know what you’re thinking… 210? That’s IT? Yeah… you start doing pull downs with 100 lbs and watch how fast you are thinking… holy shit.

No joke, the Bowflex Extreme 2 SE is for real. We love ours, and honestly, wish we’d bought one sooner.

There are certain times in one’s life where they see something in the tech world where they feel like a 10 year old again on Christmas morning.

This, is one of those times. This, is the Cintiq.

From a web design angle, this is insane. The question isn’t what can you create with this, the question is what can’t you create with this?

From a photography editing side, wow. Just wow. This entire screen is touch sensitive so it’s like having a 21 inch touch sensitive screen. Check out this video below…

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Yes, this is teh geek sex.

What’s cool is that at least one of you fuckers reading this just got wood from this as well. Bringing geeks happiness, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

So as it turns out, I censor myself. What the hell?

I will write out a blog post that I feel passionate about, and then I read it again and ponder… how can this bite me in the ass?

I never asked that question before. I didn’t much care to be honest. I’ve always tried to pride myself in being a person that speaks his mind and doesn’t bend to public views. I like who I am and what I do. I don’t really care if others accept this or that about me, simply because I’m who I say I am.

In life you often meet people and you don’t know if you’re getting the real deal or just some character they want you to see. You meet someone new and you’re on your best behavior, it’s the honeymoon phase of the friendship/relationship/whatever. You’re not 100% you and odds are, they’re not 100% them either.

What part of that makes sense though? We all wish the world was a better place, yet we all push bullshit personas forward rather then lowering the wall and showing people who we truly are. Sure, it’s for self preservation, I get that.. but at the same time… I wish people were just people, ya know?

I prefer someone to be blunt and honest over sugar coating and ass kissing every day. I might be thought of by some as an asshole, but at least the question of who I am is never up for debate. What you see is what you get. I will bend backwards to help my fellow man, but if walked upon, you’d best believe this changes.

Some people confuse being nice with being weak. They are *very* different.

If someone in business tries to screw me over, I go after them guns a blazin’ and I don’t think twice about it. My Dad was an asshole, US marine core drill sergeant for 17 years and one thing he taught me, you never bring a knife to a gun fight. Indiana Jones proved this point in raiders of the Lost Ark. (classic scene btw) If someone is out to screw you over, you communicate and see if you can reach a resolution, if you cannot, you do what you need to do. Simple.

Go to the mattresses.

I digress… (as I often do)

I’ve come to find lately I am censoring myself in my blog. I am asking who I might upset with this post or that post. Who I might piss off or how it might be bad for business if I speak openly about certain topics, certain people.

I think I am going to start being me again. I am tired of writing out long blog posts about things I feel very passionate about, then I nuke the blog post because I’m sure it’ll upset someone. That’s bullshit and that sure as hell isn’t me. While I do go out of my way to be someone I like, and someone my Mom would be proud of, I still need to be true to myself, right? I think so anyway.

So don’t expect some HOLYSHIT blog posts down the road, I’ll most likely still be posting some boring things.. but if I feel passionate about something and wish to rant, it’s done. It’s out there. No editing or just removing the post before it goes live.

Worst case, JERRY JERRY JERRY

Best case, I feel better about no longer being censored DING DING!