yesterday was a cool day. tiring, but it was soo cool.

one of the beautiful features of living in vancouver are the sights and scenery that's within 15 minutes from each other. so what did i do yesterday that reaffirmed my love for this city? after running a few errands and getting stuck in the handicap stall and almost flushing myself down the toilet, i headed to the beach. i parked my car and looked around. kids playing in the play ground, a few swimmers doing their thing, a couple walking their dog and a few joggers. it looked like the opening flap for a hallmark card, or an intro to a sappy slow n'sync jam. there were a few logs that were layed there and a few free rocks, after skipping rocks, climbing rocks, seeing some u.s.l.o. swimming around the water, it was only logical to rest by the side of a log. eventually, the sunset came and with the cloudy weather, it made for cool effects and interesting internal monologues. haven't had dinner yet so it was off to the keg (downtown) to get a big slab of meat, potatoes, a tomatoe and mushrooms. dinner fit for a king, smack dab in the middle of downtown vancouver.

but what was interesting was the walk around downtown. i never realized that there were soo many things that i didn't know about vancouver. like rotating circular plates with park benches sitting on top that rotate at different intervals. that was art! the architecture of the buildings and all the restaurants around and about. the harbour and all the cruise ships that dock hosting uber funky parties (and a few senior citizen macarena, "no alcohol cause it'll melt my denture paste" parties). it was such a mind blowing experience. of course, the surroundings and the fun time that you had is only as good as the company that you're with.

teeny-bopper? me? uummm....

in an n'sync concert, i'm probably going to be the oldest person screaming for an autograph. in a j'lo cd signing, i guaranteed i'm the one fainting when she blows a kiss in a general direction. have you ever intentionally elbowed a fellow fan just to get a glimpse of your superhero pop icon? have you ever blasted your radio when britney spears or christina aguilera's song comes on *?

not that i admit to doing all these things fine! i am admitting to all these, but hey i am a fan. and my actions cannot be justified. it's all in the name of popstar icon worship! have you ever seen a 23 year old male running down the aisle of an nsync concert waiving his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs? it's not a pretty sight! oh trust me, it's not a pretty site.

i mean, who else would be booming b4-4 on his car stereo system going around downtown vancouver?

this post is dedicated to all the madonna fans out there.

i've never seen anything funnier than this film. it was actually directed by guy ritchie, who has this funky style of putting in primus music in expensive chase scenes. but what they don't say is that madonna actually holds a key role in the film. she plays the snobby superstar who gets derailed off her high horse. she gets derailed in quite the fashion too, if anyone wants to know how to do an emergency break turn, watch this film and check it out.

it's actually has a little bit of *gasp* toilet humor but hey, what's funnier than watching madonna get tossed around in a car? well, thats not the only thing that happens to her but you'll have to see the rest.

i'm probably one of the biggest geeks you will ever meet.

i do quite a bit of my work online, reading and writing either code or articles. it's become a normal part of my everyday routine. i always try to find ways to make my life easier. it's a by-product of being a programmer, inherit laziness. we want to do things faster and quicker. without the hassles of 10 keystrokes. why can't i do it in 3 clicks instead of 5 and why do i have to key things in when "the program" should know. so it's the curse of being lazy is what makes us work harder? vicious cycle.

so having the limited vocabulary that i do makes reading blogs and zines soo hard. i often end up opening another browser window, going to dictionary.com and searching for the culprit word. then my computer will have a harder time, and eventually crash because the idea of having too many browser windows open crashes the system. plus that whole process is a lot of mouse-clicks and keyboard short cuts just to get the definition of 1 word that some snot nosed a-class thinking kid wanted to use. so what does ritchie do? he writes a bookmarklet to make his life easier.

Search Dictionary.Com

drag the above link to your links bar (click yes, trust me it's safe). highlight a word and click on the bookmarklet. it should open another browser with dictionary.com searched with the highlighted word. yes i know i'm a geek

don't mess with a caffine junkie and his daily dose of caffine!

today i didn't bring any money because i brought my own lunch. actually, i brought enough for some coffee at 7-11. so my mornings consist of reading some weblogs, magazines and a few online news sites and some sort of caffine injected food intake. i always have 1 type of coffee too, mocha 7-11 "gourmet" coffee. not that it's anything special, i admit that i'm a creature of habit. the world could be in world war ten, with nuclear missles flying overhead and i'll still be walking to 7-11 and spending a dollar fifty on a cup.

so i walked in, got my coffee, paid and left. normally painless routine with one design flaw. 7-11 decides to pull a dirty trick on me by not labelling the flavours correctly. now my mocha "gourmet" coffee has turned into orange flavored chocolate crap! and as much as i like orange flavored chocolate crap, i still want my ole' reliable styrofoam flavored cup of mocha! orange flavored chocolate crap is good for christmas morning where i'm too excited opening christmas presents to notice that some idiot has dropped a slice of orange into my hot chocolate. it's not good when your in the "i didn't bring that much change and i really really really need my dose of coffee to keep from going postal" morning mood. did i mention that i got the orange flavored chocolate crap?!

huh? me? a girl? ohh ritchie that was soo 1 year ago man!

so guess who's growing out his hair again? this time i started out a little bit earlier than last year (i started about a few months later last year). and i've learned from my experinces last year and hopefully this time i will do it correctly and not let my hair just grow to a big ball of fluff. some day this week i'm actually going to head down to a hair stylist and say "i'm growing my hair please trim it so that it grows into this nice funky style", and hopefully i don't look like a japanese tourist that just woke up. i know there were a few of you people who did mistake me as a girl last year *ahem*tammy!*ahem* but i'm going to attribute that to the fact that i didn't style it correctly and because it was one gob of hair on my head. so it wasn't tammy's fault, and don't forget to wish her a happy birthday today.

but now i need a role model, last year it was tom cruise. this year? i'm not quite sure. it's gotta be someone with rockstar status, funky and uber sexxay! how about christina aguilera? new kids on the block? damn it, what do you mean mullets aren't in anymore?!

as i can't blog any embarrasing pictures of myself, i'd rather put up something that would encapsulate what i actually am.

what other picture to put up but my parents. everything that i am today, good or bad is because of these 2 very cool people. aside from the fact that they raised a cool kid like me, they themselves are cool. now where would you typically find a couple who still goes and mall-rats as a part-time hobby (or gator wrestling)? although my mom still demands that she knows where i am every second of the day, i figure that its a direct result of being an only kid (and no i'm not the typical only child). but who else would have parents that gets a house wired for the internet or do their own basement renovations? mine does!

and after 24 years of being married, they're still sweet to each other. dang it i sure hope they've lost their sex drive. *shivers* see my parents are they type that gives 110% in everything that they do. they put 100% dedication in things that they're passionate about which are admirable qualities that i wish i could even come close too.

am i really capable of handling clubbing again?

after a few hundred packs of cigarettes and a few a lot of pounds gained, i'm back into clubbing again. well, not really into clubbing but lets just say "back in the singles" scene. when i was in school, i was clubbing at least 4 nights a week. wednesday - sonar, thursday - cheers, friday - wett bar (or what it used to be) and saturday - madison, and with that night life schedule i was balancing a full course load in school. no wonder i'm a huge caffine junkie this day.

but last night was an experience, back into the hiphop scene. the loud bass and the super hot body-heated dance floor. it was actually bearable dispite the heat and the fact that the sound waves wanted to rip through my body, especially when it was a bassy song (which everyone knows that every hip-hop song is). i think the dj has some sort of sadistic inner monologue going on about turning up the bass and watch certain body parts jiggle. it was amazing! too bad that my head felt like all the ear wax has been knocked out of it just after 5 minutes of getting into the club.

and everyone knows that i can't tolerate stupidity. how do you confuse "budweiser" with "mike's hard lemonade", it doesn't even sound the same. but thats exactly what happened last night with the bartender. this results with me looking very cool with the ladies sipping mikes hard, i guess it's no loss since the majority of the club were underaged girls who were dressed up too tightly that they looked like the couldn't even bend their knees because of their tight pants (hey i'm not complaining). but back to the drinks, i ended up drinking a few lemonade drinks until i was able to get a beer.

so it was packed! like an over packaged can of sardines. the club was hot, smelled like sweaty body odour and enough bass to initiate peeing in your pants. it didn't help that i was wearing a long sleeved shirt either. i was sweating after 15 minutes of walking through people and talking to idiotic bartenders. oh yea, the poor lady didn't give me coat check stub, at the end of the night i was in a panic (oh why did i wear my leather jacket). at this time, "drunk out of his mind" ritchie isn't exactly the best person to piss off. but she recognized me and gave me my coat.

clubbing isn't cool! i sure hope i don't become one of those old mid-fourty year old guys in the back sipping on corona chasing down teenage girls.

before and after? jeebus!

so have you ever been in a situation where you post a picture up on the net and have it come back to haunt you years later? well, thats exactly the predicament that i have managed to put myself in. 4 years ago, i was fit(ter) and a little bit leaner. now 30 pounds of all-you-can-eat sushi later i find myself cringing at my old slimmer pictures. not because i was annorexic mind you, but because today i'm the equivalent of 190lbs of lard. oyster motoyaki will do that to you.

so a few days ago i posted up this link and with it, i saw my old picture from that era. the travelling, church going, sports minded and no girlfriend fit(ter than now) guy. ahh memories. at least, i'm not the only in this situation. that person with me is my good good friend vanessa.

and just to add to the humiliation. (so that vanessa and myself aren't the only ones turning red here) let me present red and debbie.

so you want to scare ritchie and make him wet his pants for all the movie go-ers to see? follow the following steps...

well, maybe not wet my pants but i realized that i scream like a broken dog whistle. see last night, cheap movie night, we went to see "the others" to take out our out of town visitors. first of all, if i knew that it was a scary movie then i would've stayed in my car and just slept, but i didn't so off i went to go see it. so what is it about little cute kids who look normal but ends up soo messed up beyond belief that seems to be scaring people straight to the urinals lately? you saw it in sixth sense, bless the child, a few more movies and now you see it in this one. now i can't look at a kid without wanting to throw the rosary over their heads and forget about talking to them without running away and releasing the contents of my bladder. another thing that freaks me out, is that they always type cast the scary old lady with the glass eyes and the frizzy grey hair as some sort of spirt monger. sprirt mongers scares me! i don't like them, they deal with dead people and conjour up spirits that shouldn't be conjoured up. hey let's face it, if you really wanted to talk to the dead, we wouldn't be digging 6 foot holes underground and leaving them there; we'd be preserving their bodies and putting them up on display.

but last night was double triple scary because there were 2 creepy kids with faces like they're purpetually scared and all the blood rushed out of their faces and there was a creepy old spirit monger lady, complete with witch voice and posable arms. uugh, i even screamed loud during one scene causing my seat-mates to scream too. but in my defense, half the movie theater screamed (but not as loudly as i did plus the fact that my scream borderlines between the frequency of dog whistles and human hearing).

yes folks ritchie's scared of people that aren't in the target demographic of gap or sears!

alcohol redbull induced blog number 2!

see i have friends here. really old school friends and this may come to a surprise to some people, but i was actually active in my church group a long time ago. during this time, i gained many friends all around the world (well, maybe just here in north america). there were conferences held yearly in different venues throughout the continent. one time it was in was in new jersey and the vancouver delegation consisted of 4 guys and 6 girls (while everyone elses area consisted of hundreds of people). anyways, it was good times that we all had. lets just say that we all stayed up all night and was very very late to the talks the next day.

well, this week has been a repeat of 4 years ago. we're all back! (maybe a bit older but hey, still back) we hang out, talk talk talk, chit chat, hyperness, talk and other things that i can't seem to remember because i've only had 2 hours sleep in 48 hours. but last night, it was soo much fun! i was getting flashbacks from all the excitement (then fast-forward 4 years and 30 pounds later). we're all still good friends, isn't that amazing?

oh did i mention that the ability to create coherent sentences escapes me right now? (this just took me 15 minutes to write)

alright, hectic weekend.... less sleep....busy work....but where is ritchie? of course, he's at work....but

he's wired like there's no tomorrow! yes folks, check it out watch ritchie try to accomplish work when his brain is going faster than his fingers can type. he actually looks like a cartoon, bobbing his knee up and down, eyes open like goldfishes, smoking coming from the keyboard because of the abuse and the fact that he's not talking in coherent sentences anymore. see i tried to tell andrea a story on the phone today, and although my thought patterns were clear and the whole story could've happened 20 times in my head, i still came through as being incoherent and totally lacking of story telling ability. yes folks the confessions of a caffine junkie? or better yet, the confessions of a programmer with a deadline.

so got me this way? well, i just started drinking my redbull. too bad i had to drink 10.

lots of decisions to make...but uncertainty sucks.

i keep wondering what'll happen to my life within the next few days. see i'm trying to plan a getaway, but i'm still undecided about who will be joining me or where it's going to be or how i'm going to get there (actually, even where i'm going to be getting the money). so basically, i just want to go somewhere but don't know how, who, where, when or why i'm going. but i will travel somewhere this year for a "vacation" and some relaxation. i want money budgeted so that i won't be even worrying about it when i get to where ever i go.

so yea, still very undecided about a lot of things...just bothers me. but hey, i will do something this year and it'll be exciting and i will never forget that i did it. it's going to be one of those major things that happen in a persons life that they can think back and ask "i wonder how different my life will be like if i did it this way?" questions. i tell you it's going to be interesting.

working working working.....

i have funky new ideas. today, i have my designer hat on and i'm loving it. for some reason i'm totally artistic today. this afternoon, i will be mr programmer man again. but right now i'm having too much fun watching my ideas just come together.

so let me ask all the smokers out there, how far would you go for a smoke?

is it a true addiction or an addiction to the habit? i remember a scene in half baked where he was in some support group saying that he was addicted to marijana and everyone got on his case about it not being a real addiction (even bob saget, and we all know what he'd do for a sniff of cocaine in the movie). but last night, no smokes and no means of transportation. the nearest cigarette station was 2 long blocks away, what did ritchie do? 1:30am and he was walking all the way down to the gas station in shorts, a gap hoodie and sandals.

the gas station attendant wanted to id me but probably figured that anyone who was so out of breath and willing to make that trek deserves a break. beacause i did look like i was 15 years old, wired on red bull. so, what would you do for a smoke?

i'm just totally in awe of this broadcast.

one point that they make is that men are being taken advantage of. so who needs to defend women? let's not be quick to blame the women, when guys are the ones being taken advantage of and people (mostly other guys) just jump at it. then the old people calling in and claiming "lack of parental involvement"; these are the same exact parents who sit behind they're kids while they surf, but the funnier thing is that when they go into the kitchen or the garage they're kids can type the porn websites faster than warp 9 on the enterprise while they're parents are gone. in defense of these so called "cam-girls" who cares if they show skin? i mean let's face it, the internet world is just a big huge porn fest and a little (not even) soft core stuff won't make a dent in that world. all they do is just a little teasing, what is wrong with that? jeebus, i've done it before anyways! (oh god i knew that would come back to haunt me)

the (one and only) point that the host is trying to make is that the cam-girls are encouraging the wackos. uummm news flash, if they're already called wackos they don't need encouraging. i mean, i guess jeffrey dahmer could make the argument that the dog was barking so he ate it too. but let me tell you something, sickos who are surfing porn on a part time 2 hours a night or a full time 8-24 hour time frame don't need encouraging, they'll shell out some cash just to see a little bit more skin.

the host wasn't really that good anyway. he never listened and whenever marissa and regan would come with a good argument he would dismiss himself as "old and not with it" which is what i can never understand. isn't he supposed to be unbiased and a mediator? and his ghetto "take it off" side kick never added anything of value to the conversation either. ok i admit that was a shot because i can't stand ignorant people.

bottomline: who cares if people buy "cam-girls" anything? is there anything wrong with that? if people (not just guys) want to buy them things from their wishlist then all the power to them. is it really wrong? hey lets face it, if i could "pimp" myself by showing some skin and a wishlist then god help us all!

when you're lacking sleep because you forced yourself to sleep on a full stomach and caffine, the morning can't be all that good to you.

last night was a fairly busy night for me, which was totally unexpected. i was hoping to just to hang out with some friends and talk over some drinks. but what ended up happening was a night where i was driving between cities, picking people up, drinking pearl milk tea and not to mention getting the 1st degree from an old friend. needless to say, i was pretty tired but when you mix 3 cups of coffee, some cheese smokies and an exhausted body the morning after can't be good for you.

i spent a good part of last night tossing and turning because i couldn't get to sleep. caffine will do that to you.

so this morning, my daily routine usually starts with a nice warm shower to wake me up. that turned into a skin burning, scream starting hot water bath that could be compared to castle raiders in the gargoyle days of old. next in the usual routine is to obviously get dressed. how many times can you mess up putting your shirt on? at least 5 times. (backwards, and attempting to fit your head through the arm holes) out to the bus stop to catch the morning bus and either get some rest or continue work on my trusty pda. but today, creepy old guy kept staring at me trying to write my article and kept on asking me questions, which kept me from holding a thought for more than 5 seconds. but hey, i did make it to work on time so i guess i can't really complain that much.

so just to lighten up the mood, ritchie brings you..... top 5 phrases that you are likely to hear in a porn flick (get it? flick).

1. oh mi dios, mis pantalones acaba de caer! *cue music here* translation: oh my god, my pants just fell!
2. ahhhh... screw it!
3. you've been a baaaaad boy!
4. what do you mean i'm fired?! let me show you why you can't afford to fire me!
5. oh my gosh it's such a hot day lets jump in the pool

it's depressing to even think about people in general.

see, sometimes i have the urge to just crawl into a hole in the ground and just be anti-social for the rest of the day. but my lifestyle doesn't permit me to have that. i have to interact with people, my friends, my co-workers and my family. there just isn't a place to not interact, somewhere close to the peace and quiet that i can't have right now. this weekend will be the sfc/yfc north american conference, where people from around the continent will be attending. if you're part of that group (like i am) it's hard to avoid talk of the conference (which i don't want). people are busy and involved, except for me.

honestly, i don't want to be involved. there are people that will be there that i don't want to see or interact with. honestly there are people that that stir emotions in me that i have a hard time dealing with (or controlling). so what's there for me to do? well, attempt to forget everything that has any remote possiblity of connecting with it. i feel like i have to sever my ties with everyone and everything at least until it comes to the point that i can comfortably handle it.

now let's think about what ritchie is going to do this weekend while everyone is at the church group conference?

actually, tell you the truth i don't really know either. i've dreaded the coming of this conference because i knew that it would suck everyone i know straight into it. everyone that is, except me. but i've whined and whined enough about the whole subject and i think it's time to just let things go. so i've decided that i'm going to be bent on making this the weekend where i stop at nothing all in the name of fun. and i mean anything, just be ready with the stomach pump. i'm starting to layout my plans for the weekend and i'm going to be just as busy "offsetting" the guys. cause hey, good can't exist without ... uuhhh yea.

but one thing is for sure, i'm actually feeling better about this weekend seeing it come together. maybe i don't have to lock myself in my room. [ps to all my friends who read this that are involved in the conference: can you guys please just avoid talk of the conference when i'm around, i know it's a big thing to ask but it really does bother me]

cam girls? teen-age girls showing skin on the net? wishlist? and bertie?

so what do all these things have in common? well they're all part of the salon article about web cams, oh correction, cam-girls. from what i know, survivorcam is a take of from the survivorblog that was created by ernie. it was one of those funky ideas that launched bertie into internet stardom. glad to have known her even before when we were getting lost in austin looking for chocolate and sanrio (and guess who ended up buying the power puff girl). bertie also won survivorblog, did i mention that already? so we know that she does have the stomach for these sorta things.

teary eyed moment number 1429

so last night, cedric and i went to see american pie 2. i was a little hesitant because i'm probably the only person in the continent that hasn't seen the first movie. i saw it anyways, i was laughing so hard it hurt my side and i thought i was going to hurt myself. everyone out there has seen the trailers and that scene where that guy says "uumm i kinda superglued myself to .... uuhh.... myself" was funny enough. it was funnier in context though. all throughout the movie i was laughing because it was all about sex and how they can either get it, be better at it or have it with someone. it was just funny cause i could relate because i could see how it could relate to other people.

but there was this one part towards the end which was supposedly similar to the first movie. they're at this party and they're dancing with the people they're hanging out with. and they all look and raise their drinking to each other. it reminded me of my circle of friends and how we're all bent on sex how we've grown up together and we've all moved through life with each other. we've never had a problem taking it to the "next step" because we all understand that each of us transition in different times. but whatever happens we all know that we'll always stay friends and we're always there for each other.

and speaking of weird asian fetishes...

i've seen some funky arcade games out there. what happened to pac-man? space invaders? whatever happened to the shoot'em up games? now they're all invaded by virtual 3d people and dance pads. how about some virtual butt plugging? so who exactly would want to play this game?

The harder you shove, the more reaction you get from the computerized face on the screen.

amazing the things people can think of. almost as bad as this.

i've got funny friends.

yesterday, i was checking my site and looked in the guestbook. i found this. it's bizzare that slowly my friends are getting into the internet. see, i'm not the only internet addict anymore. joanne is actually this girl from my old youth group who i started getting to know. i don't even know how many people read my website from my old youth group. it's a bit scary if you think about it.

so i'm going to describe joanne for you single 17 year old guys out there (and a few of you pedophiles with asian fetishes). she's a little angel who up to this point in time has the loudest laugh i know (and i know plenty of loud laughs). she's active in the "community" and i guess thats a good thing. she's got good family values behind her and she's a little angel. also one of the funniest people you could ever meet. did i mention that she laughs at her own jokes so her loud laugh goes with her personality. oh yea did i mention she has an (unhealthy) obsession with justin timberlake?

and to offer archie a different perspective. let's talk about acting mature? let's talk about having people skills? let's talk about the people who get responsibility? i always wonder what it is about me that kept me from getting responsibility from my old church group. no matter how active i was, no matter how much i served and no matter how much i volunteered my time; i've never got picked to do anything "important" in my old church group. i was always picked for sideline, benchwarmer, filler positions but never to organize a talk, give a share or even give a talk. never! passed up all the time, and here is my bud archie (no hard feelings bud) who just became active recently; being so busy because of all the responsibility that they passed him. don't get me wrong, at work, at home or with my friends i get treated like i am capable of accomplishing things, most of the time they even think i'm good at some things. so what is it? people who are completely qualified to do things are passed up and in their place, completely incapable "leaders" who can talk the talk but can't walk the walk. maybe i should present myself as being completely incapable before i'm even considered. i'm sick and tired of dealing with the crap that goes with serving with this group, redtape galore. is this really how "a brother" is supposed to be feeling especially when it's a church group? yea, it just makes me feel better that i resigned a long long time ago, too bad nothing has changed.

losing weight? yes ma'am, i'm determined!

gym, diet pills, caffine pills, burn the fat until your anorexic pills, i don't care. by the time i'm done i will shed off 20-25 pounds! i've taken to commuting so that i will get my butt to the gym. if i keep this up, i will lose weight. see i've totally gone crazy! completely bonkers, i tell you! it's all about revenge too, sometimes being hell bent on revenge is fun. so who cares that your wallowing in a pool of your own vomit (as long as it reaches the toilet seat)? so cares that you've been so wired that you haven't slept in days? who cares if your body is so exhausted by the weekend that it will just end up sleeping for 2 hours because soo much caffine is wired into you that your hands shake uncontrollably?

then theres the proverbial good guy, "your better than this" lecture that i get from people. who cares? as long as i can show her and her friends that i'm well off an good. smarter than this? yea, why didn't i even see it before? lets make the connection. smoking, drugs, caffine injected drinks/pills, metabolism enhancer blah blah. they're all just ways to get to my goal. get the stomach pump ready!

i have to admit that coming back to work after a long (long long long) weekend was hard.

yesterday i went on a shopping spree. it was like being a little kid lost in the candy store with an insane amount of money. the only difference in this case was that, all the money was in the form of credit (meaning more debt) and it was the whole richmond. first it was costco, but they were closed because yesterday was a holiday (boo on you!). next it was over to futureshop to confuse sales people about memory addressing in the risc chip architecture and buy some dvds, play some games and confuse the sales people again. over down to london drugs where, some lucky sales lady made some extra commission while i spent some cash on an extra compact flash card (and a radio for my shower, because i like to pretend that there are many people in the shower with me sing in the shower). then off to the most fashionable mall in the lower mainland, richmond center. where a few purchases of clothes at the gap and a new knapsack for the commute (busses are back). then back home to do laundry, talk on the phone for a few hours, watch a dvd and get ready for the work day tomorrow.

but honestly, the commute to work was bearable. i actually enjoyed myself. did i mention that i had fist of fury on my ipaq?

see i forgot to plug kevin's newly created blogger purity test.

i think it's going to be funny, really funny. i'm pretty sure most of not all the bloggers out there are already going "oh my gawd, i did 95% of those things listed already" except for me of course. i would never stoop to such a low level to achive internet rockstar status. never! and what are they talking about i am on the blogger a-list. see!

i can scam with the best of them...

so i got myself into character last night while i was driving down to the store. i was prepared to play the part of the angered consumer who went away on vacation (which is why it's been this long for me to return the palm) and is totally unsatified. i was ready to cause some hysterical rioting in the store. that is until i stepped foot in there. my rehearsed role of the pissed off, not going to take no for an answer, screw cleave beaver give me the chain saw and goalie mask attitude turned into "mr computer geek, pants pulled up while his pocket protector is leaking read paint into his plaid shirt" facade (i even tripped over something on my way in). needless to say that my character switched last minute and turned into a completly whiny little kid who looked like he just came from the mall hanging around and oogling at girls. i honestly think that the manager gave in to me because he got sick of hearing me whine about picture quality and screen resolution.

but hey i still got it!

scam artist? me? never!

have you ever tried to pull a scam? it's been 2 months since i've bought my new palm and i'm having one of my "i have to have that gadget" attacks. the focus seems to be on getting the ipaq organizer, primarily because it's got the mp3 capability, compaq flash, and you can play doom on it. of course, now i'm going to have to go to future shop and tell a story about how i was away for a month and i never got to use it, now it sucks and i need to go get a new one. blah blah. but basically i'm going to be lying through my teeth and try to exchange my palm for an ipaq.

i've never been that good of a liar, which is supposed to be a good thing. but when people start pulling scams that require me to lie, i can just forget about pulling it off. this time it's different, i've been practicing infront of a mirror saying to myself that my hair is blonde (when in reality it's black). i think i've almost convinced my reflection that it is blonde.

update: my friend tells me that futureshop's policy is 30 days return but it depends on the manager.

a company car? a service car?

so i must give the impression that i'm an older person. yesterday i picked up my company car for my monthly trip to seattle. i wasn't dressed in any way like an older person, i wasn't wearing a suit, just the normal khakis and shirt. the lady glanced at me and said "you look like you drive the nice cars, heres a taurus" and threw the keys to me. i caught the keys and stared in amazement at my luck in getting big sized family cars.

so if everyone recalls, i have the worst luck with car accidents. my car has been need of body work for a year now. so finally after finalizing a lot of things with the insurance company and body shops, the date was finalized. today it goes into the body shop to get all the dents taken out and restore it back to how it was. but the fact that i'm going to be driving a corolla for the next short while is bothering me a bit. i feel like an old man, or a yuppie developer who just got layed off.