Google Maps - Love It
I am really, really, loving Google Maps. It’s so easy to use and efficient to use. When I was house hunting not too long ago, I used Google Maps whenever I needed to find an address given to me by my real estate agent. I was even able to bookmark those locations and add notes like asking price, square footage, closing date, etc.
Then, I started to frequently use Google Maps to get directions from one place to another within the city. Once again, Google made this feat so ridiculously easy for me. Just type in the to and from addresses, and badda boom; Google maps out the best route for me. Gives me the estimated travel time and everything. The ability to recognize the one ways really impressed me. Also, with a click of the mouse, I was able to change the route as I see fit. For example, if I wanted to avoid a certain street.
Now, I found yet another great way to make use of Google Maps. I map out my running routes! It’s super helpful because of the fact that I am completely new to this neighborhood. I just type in my address and scan the area for a route that I like. I can scan it using the map or the satellite view. The real beauty is, it gives me the kilometers so I know if I can handle the route or not.
Google maps gets two thumbs up from me!!
Dogs Poisoned
Here’s a story that absolutely disgusts me. There is an off-leash dog park in Toronto called, appropriately, Dog Hill. Apparently there was some soggy bread and a drinking bowl that was left lying around the park. Being an off-leash part of the park, a number of dogs freely wandered over to these items and had a taste. They have yet to analyze the bread and/or bowl, but they suspect that it contains antifreeze and that the poisonous substance was mixed in purposely.
That is fucking horrible. Apparently, two dogs have reportedly died shortly after taking a walk through that park as well as four who are extremely ill. And these are only the reported ones, God knows how many animals actually got into it. I don’t understand how some people can have such a lack of morales to do such a evil thing. I mean, who gets off on this kind of shit? Seriously, who the fuck actually finds this shit entertaining?!?!
I hope someone finds these pieces of shit and feeds them some highly corrosive acid. They’re probably just a group of bored teens who have no sense of human morales. Stupid fuckers. This reminds me of a cocksucker who I went to school with. He found it fun to shoot the neighborhood cats with his BB gun. So, we beat the living daylights out of this fucker and emptied a handful of BBs into him. The only way they’ll learn.
Summer is Here
What a beautiful day it was, today. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. The breeze was cooling. All in all, a perfect summer day. After work, today, I decided to just chillax; relax and chill for those not-in-the-know.
I popped open a nice, cold bottle of Guinness beer; my favorite. Laid my carcass on my hammock in the backyard. Gave myself a little swing and enjoyed every fucking moment of it. The only thing that could have made it better, was if the bottle of beer was bigger.
I just hope there’s more of those days to come.
KY Commercial
Has anyone seen the latest KY Jelly commercial? It’s the one where they show a couple making out at 9PM, a disorderly bed at 11PM, and the bathtub at 3AM. You must have seen this commercial because I saw it at least a dozen times while watching a movie on television last night alone. Anyway, the commercial ends claiming that this particular KY Jelly was the longest lasting personal lubricant. However, if you read the itty bitty fine print along the bottom, it states that the statement is based on a comparison to other KY Jelly personal lubricants. I dunno about anybody else, but I think that it’s rather pompous to claim to be the best and base that claim on a comparison to your own product(s).
Fence Post Dilemma Update
Quick Update on Fence Post Dilemma post
Now I’m really pissed off that the cocksucker post man I initially hired to put up my fence posts didn’t show up that day. We have rescheduled three times now with the new guy and all three times it ended up raining during our scheduled times of the day.
What Happens In Vegas Spoiler Review
What Happens In Vegas revolves around two people who are, in many ways, completely incompatible with one another. However, following a night of booze, booze, and more booze in viva Las Vegas, they end up getting married. The next morning, after they both have realized the big mistake that they made, one of them wins a major jackpot worth three million dollars.
While going to divorce court and trying to end the mistaken wedding, the judge sentences them to six months of trying to make the marriage work before he will allow the money to be evenly divided. And, this begins the joys of the movie. However, for a romantic comedy, this movie was neither funny nor romantic.
First of all, Ashton Kutcher plays his typical role as an immature idiot who lives life to the fullest and cares only for fun and pleasure. When I first saw him play this kind of character in “Dude, Where’s My Car” I thought he was actually kinda funny. But now that this seems to be the only character he is able to play well, it has gotten very, very annoying. Can you say ‘one dimensional’. Not only is he annoying, but I have come to the realization that Ashton Kutcher is a really bad actor. Except maybe for his performance in the “Butterfly Effect”. Coincidentally, he actually played a different type of character in that movie as well.
As far as the plot is concerned, this movie was as predictable as it gets. Not one thing in this movie surprised me nor striked me as anything new. It seems that the writer(s) of What Happens In Vegas decided to play it safe and completely followed some kind of typical Hollywood formula in terms of peaks and lows during the story. Needless to say, they fall in love and live happily ever after.
In conclusion, this movie has absolutely no imagination and was a complete waste of time. I think I laughed once and that was when Cameron Diaz’s ex-boyfriend got punched in the balls (during the ending credits). Primitive and immature, I know. But what does that tell you about the rest of the movie when I say that that was my favorite part.
Fence Post Dilemma
We are planning to build a 6 foot wooden fence in our backyard. We had scheduled for a local guy going by the name of “The Post Man” to drill the holes and put up the fence posts for us. We had scheduled it for three in the afternoon yesterday. However, when that time came around, we found ourselves sitting in our living room, looking out the window for him, and being disappointed.
We patiently waited until four o’clock before we decided to give him a call. No answer. So, I left a message. An hour later, with no post man and no returned call, my girlfriend called the number again. This time his assistant/wife answered the phone. My girlfriend who was, at this point, already frustrated asked why we were waiting around instead of building our fence. The assistant said that we were actually scheduled for tomorrow. Bullshit. My girlfriend and I had both, in separate occasions, confirmed the date with these fucking bastards. When we told her this, she got defensive and started saying that we were wrong. We weren’t wrong. We double confirmed the date and time because we have a lot of other shit to do and so worked around this schedule. Shit that now has to wait and get rescheduled. Stupid bitch. My girlfriend hung up after neither sides showed any sign of backing down.
Ten minutes later, The post man himself phoned and I answered. He started telling me the same bullshit about us getting the date wrong. I started to get really angry when the cocksucker started calling me a liar and getting all sarcastic. I couldn’t believe it. How the fuck does this piece of shit run a business while acting like a fucking five year old kid? I decided to hang up while getting the last word(s) in; “Fuck you, cocksucker.”
After I calmed down a bit. I called a few other fence post contractors and learned that The Post Man was famous in the industry for missing scheduled times or canceling at the last minute. One guy even told me that The Post Man has a tendency to drive by the site and, if he didn’t like it, he would just keep driving. Seriously, how the fuck do you run a business like that?
Wow to the Wii Fit
On a very unusual purchasing whim, my girlfriend decided to get the new Wii Fit. Now, for those of you who don’t know what this is, it is a game for the nintendo wii which contains many mini games revolving around your balance. It comes with this impressive ‘balance board’ that senses your movements and balance which is then used to score you on the games/exercises. It’s pretty high tech shit.
Anyhoo, I found myself actually sweating while playing this game. What a fucking great idea from nintendo to turn gaming into something that is actually beneficial to the gamer. The yoga exercises are a lot tougher than they look and the strength exercises are ridiculously hard. There are, of course, a lot of fun ones in wii fit like a soccer mini game where you hafta headbutt thesoccer balls being thrown at you; it’s funny cause you lose points when you get hit with shoes and panda heads which they throw at you, too.
Very very fun game and another revolution by nintendo. I really recommend the wii fit; just make sure you’re wearing stretchable material as playing this game in blue jeans is impossible.
Moving Day(s)
I hate moving. I really, really do. Especially when your girlfriend has enough crap to fill two houses. It’s sad really. We spent three trips, with three vehicles, getting her shit in here. We threw about a car load in the garbage and probably another two carloads will be sold in a yard sale. You know how many trips it took for my stuff? One trip!!
Anyway, I’m just glad this house is starting to look more like a house and less like a storage facility. I’m sure garbage day will be a joy for those poor garbage guys who have to haul all the crap we’ll be leaving out for them.
Shitty thing is, now it’s renovation time; walls, tiles, sink, fence, etc. I’m glad I took a week off for this crap. Or, maybe I shoulda worked and used that money to pay people to do this? Oh, well.