February 2009
139 posts
January 2009
106 posts
writing pseudo code makes me feel like i have no...
gosh i feel like such a noob.
the boss
and his son and myself just went to tim hortons. i bought an english toffee cappuccino, and a boston cream donut. we talked about mamma mia sing alongs, snowboarding, Apple products, netbooks, battery waste, and radio-controlled helicopters.
today, i’m also excited for lunch. when i scrounged the fridge this morning, i found absolutely nothing to make a sandwich with. i then decided i...
do you know
mapoftheworld:
what’s really good about mornings:
- when you get up really early and you don’t even feel gross
- when it’s jeanday at work and you already have a great outfit in your head and voila it actually look nice
- when you go to pour not exciting home coffee and dad says “yo. starbucks stop on the way to work.”
that last one is imaginary, it really doesn’t happen.
hahaha, DANG. i...
i love reading these posts:
I am a regular commuter on the GO train system and recently witnessed a heartwarming situation. In the evenings, I normally sit in the coach with the operator who calls out the stops.
In the coach one night was a young couple with their daughter, who was obviously very sick from chemotherapy treatment. Just as the train pulled away from Union Station, the operator asked the young girl if she...
Ya think so, eh?
k-schroeds:
Upper Respiratory Virus. Wtf is that. i do not apreciate being told that i’m only gonna get worse for 3 days before starting to feel better. or the notion that i will suffer through intense coughing fits and the invasion of the phlegm creatures. how lovely. i do, however, appreciate the sentencing: 3 days in bed, doing nothing, eating soup and ice cream, and sucking on candy. my...
The Aptly named "First Post"
hawke:
—- Truncated Post —-
Dear Mr. Alkema,
The spellcheck button is the ABC checkmark thing above the text box. Also, the dates on your posts are wrong, unless you really are posting from the future.
I wish I could join in your inselkampf’ing, but alas I cannot.
Welcome to Tumblr!
Mike
ps. reddit > digg.
today was a good day.
after 3 days of being alone in the office, i was starting to lose sight of our goals and i had no direction. i’m glad my boss came back today, as i feel so much more accomplished.
i don’t want to go home this weekend, even if there’s a big party. but maybe i’ll get a hair cut.
Gaston Lenôtre →
esotericanthology:
Gaston-Albert-Célestin Lenôtre, king of patissiers, died on January 8th, aged 88 This is a beautiful obituary.
wow.
angelaughter:
I get to write a Recommendation Form for one of my Arts leaders to be a Residence Don!
Don’t I feel special.
i did one for Peter Groot. it’s amazing how much you can learn about your relationship with that one person by writing about it.
"I got the JOB!"
mahoface:
That’s pretty much all that’s running through my head right now. Sarah and I are going to be land program (me) and waterfront (her) directors at camp together this summer!! We’re pretty stoked. See ya later jobmine!!
grats! saying bye to jobmine is pretty much the best feeling ever.
Two songs from FFXIII →
marreka:
It’s the official Japanese website of the game, but two songs from the game are played in the background. They’re pretty sweet.
i need to get this game for xbox 360 sometime. wait a second, it’s not out yet? i totally thought it was out already…
The word of the day is Heavy
justusz:
Sometimes Film Studies is too intellectually stimulating.
that’s heavy, Doc.
aww. →
Dear Canada
allisonweiss:
Vancouver in May.
Toronto, etc. in July.
That’s the plan.
Dear Allison Weiss,
come to waterloo.
one really hilarious thing that i always forget to write about, but always think about:
in the morning, when Matt drives his dad and I to work, the first time we turn on the heater every day, it shoots snow into the car, and it’s like it’s snowing inside.
i love it.
am i a bad person if:
the only thing i did at work today was pdeng? :(
Crazy Ellen
mapoftheworld:
“”ugh. ugh EW gross yuck ugh. i KNEW that salt replacer was useless. who would even use a potassium chloride, l-lysine mono-hydride, calcium stearate blend? FAIL.”
sometimes coworker enthusiasm is too much in the mornings.
i lol’d.
urbanpringle:
redfive:
i found 1
i thoght the V was a U… poor choice of font.
i lol’d when i found it.
hello, electric car. →
Know any cool mens winter boots? Help my brother...
allisonweiss:
My brother is going to Cortona, Italy on Saturday and he’ll be there till May. He needs a pair of boots or shoes that will be comfortable, warm, and cool looking.
Please suggest some boots for my brother!!!
he should buy them in italy, of course :P they have the best leather boots there.
Customer: *picks up an apple and takes a large bite out of it*
Employee: “Sir, what are you doing?”
Customer: “I’m sampling an apple to make sure it’s not mealy. The last apples I got here were all mealy.”
Employee: “Er…it’s generally not a very good idea to do that…those aren’t washed.”
Customer: *sets the apple back down* “YOU DON’T WASH THEM?! Don’t you know you can spread dysentery?!”
Employee: “They’re washed before they come in here, but we can’t wash them on the shelf. And sir, you have to pay for that.”
Customer: “F*** that! I’m not paying for something that’ll give me dysentery!”
Employee: “We can’t sell an apple that has a HUGE BITE taken out of it!”
Customer: *stomps off*
Customer #2: *observing nearby “Someone should tell him, ‘You have died of dysentery.’”
L O freaking L →
i need some boots. →
so...
home alone at work for the next 3 days?
yep.
i love baking pie.
i really do.
EUGH
i’m sick of people telling me i’m not intelligent.
Friday night...
- Euchre with Peter Groot, Lainna, and Vicki
- Me getting way angrier than I should have at something/someone really stupid
- Molly’s with Dan Weber, Ben White, Peter Groot to listen to Dan Weber’s uncle + friend play guitar
- A freaking massive poutine. Honestly massive. And half a pitcher of beer? Oh my goodness.
- Wandering around EIT and Physics and Biology so that we could...
why oh why
does my shoulder ache so
as if getting a divorce or having a parent die... →