Careful, The Blog You're About To Enjoy Is Extremely Hot

Thank God I haven't had the urge to take up smoking. I would never quit.
I must have the most addictive personality of anyone I know. Now I have yet another addition to contend with.
I can't stop playing with blogs. I want to do it all the time. I can't stop thinking about it. Nothing seems to amuse me more lately. I NEED it. I come home and obsessively fine-tune other people's blogs. I come up with new ideas and try them out on my handy test blog. It's ridiculous. It's come to the point where I have practically no time to blog on my own. lol I suppose this isn't really an issue, especially if you consider that I have little to blog about. I've spent every waking hour this week either at work or sitting here coming up with new designs for other people's blogs. I've become less interested in my own blog and would rather play with someone else's blog. I suppose that holds true for most things.

With summer now over and fall upon us I spend my evenings indulging in my two favourite things. Blog surgery and coffee. While my friends continue to hold social lives and participate in blog-worthy activities like movies, dinner and drinks I sit here, contently obsessed with updating theirs. I had to take a break just to post this!

They say that alcoholics are always alcoholics. It's a disease. If I somehow overcome this blog-obsession is it likely that I'll relapse? Scary.

I'm tired of my blog, can I play with yours?

No Really... I Insist.

STFU, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

Last night a DJ saved my life. No wait, that was another night. Last night I was at Park Lane volunteering/watching movies again, as we do. On the movie menu was Jam (documentary about the roller derby) and A Love To Hide (Gay German Don'tTakeAwayMyMan&ThrowHimInAConcentrationCamp).

The gays were out in full force to see A Love To Hide. For a movie recap go to www.rayofdelight.com (I'm not about to re-invent the wheel) The movie was well done, but it was NOT the feel-good movie of the year. :( Thank God it's 2006. The crowd mainly consisted of older guys. As I sat through the movie I thought about how much has changed for us now. Most of this has been for the better, but we still have a long way to go. I will say though, living as a gay man in nazi Germany would have seriously killed my buzz.

On the other hand, being a big 'mo during the holocaust would have had it's advantages as well. For one, during this time I doubt that the homos concerned themselves with needless gossip or tried to get themselves involved in situations that don't concern them. They were more concerned with hiding their lives from the general public and keeping a low profile.
Long distance communication required a significant amount of effort during that time. You basically had to pass messages on verbally, as mail service and telephones were not readily available to most. If you wanted to send someone a "man, I love you" or "let's see other people. I'm over it." message you would need the help of many others along the way to ensure it's delivery. So, to make sure the message wasn't lost along the way you would need to feel that it fell into trustworthy hands. You certainly wouldn't want someone to skew it's meaning and have someone change the intent as it was passed along the way. This is likely where the phrase "keep it simple stupid" came about. Keeping your message short and simple minimizes the risk of being lost in translation.... Whether it was travelling down the street or across the continent it needed to be simple, like this:

"Mind your own fucking business. None of it concerns you!"

It's hard to skew the meaning of this one.

Got Any Blow?

agricola, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

I want to expense one of these for work.

Maybe we can blow the fugly croc-whores off the streetcorner.

hateful!

hateful!, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

Worker Bees

Amber, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

Sometimes people say rude things to you when they're chatting on msn. I suppose this is because you're not there to defend yourself (physically). Well, I've found a way around this. It's called networking and this is how it works...
Rather than retaliate with sarcasm or hateful words, I've chosen to befriend the people around them and have their coworkers give out evils on my behalf. It works.. and it's fun too!

Give it a try!

Office Talk

officetalk, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

Sometimes we get a little upset at work when we can't locate the things we need. Sometimes we freak out. Sometimes we don't care enough to keep looking. In some cases this is due to someone else in the office having forgotten to send you what you're looking for in the first place. In other cases it's because we did something with it and have no clue where it went. Oh well...

In either case I generally don't care -unless it involves finding my coffee cup. Virginia, on the other hand, likes to throw things, kick and scream. It's charming.

When others get into problems like this I do my best to offer up random facts about how the situation could have been avoided. lol It's my way of saying "oh... too bad. You know what? Your wouldn't have had this problem if..."

Generally these include how using a mac would have certainly aided in the process. lol I'm just saying....

Film Festival Update

I realize that my blogging has been weak over the past few weeks to say the least. This is because I've been busy cramming something into every last minute of the summer as well as volunteering my ass off at the Atlantic Film Festival.

This year's festival has been great and I've really enjoyed the movies, documentaries and shorts that I've gone to see so far.
I promise to have a full recap at the end of the weekend.

Crocs... For Your Protection?

Setting An Example

fashion victim, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

It may appear to be a lost cause, but Virginia and I are attempting to de-fug our office. It's our intent to stress the importance of wearing non-offensive clothing in the workplace. It's distracting and unkind.
In doing so we've taken the first step, which is to acknowledge our own shortcomings and isolated incidents. This will help us to set a better example and to show the others that we too are capable of fashion violations... but we're doing something about it!

Today, Virginia has admitted that she has made a mistake in judgment and going forward will pay closer attention to the details of her wardrobe before heading off to work.
It's out intention to teach others that fashion DOES matter. To put this into terms that may be better understood I've come up with the following:

"Would you want anyone to know that you only have 128MB of RAM in your computer? I didn't think so. Would you want anyone to assume that you think that pleated, tapered jeans are in style? I Didn't think so either. Perhaps you should reconsider both."

Hopefully, someday we'll be successful in our quest for a fug-free workplace.

Wish us luck!

Text Message Of The Month

Marcus 09/04 4:14 am writes:


I Just Had Easy Button Man Love

The New Math

I've been telling you all how fun math can be... now you're getting it.


Ahh, Labour Day weekend. It signifies so many things: The end of beach weather. The end of white pants (Thank God). The end of summer buzz. :(
Most importantly though, Labour Day weekend marks back to school time! The students are returning to town and new ones are arriving as well. They're moving into their modestly decorated apartments, armed with student loan money and a hankering for booze, dancing and most importantly, meaningless sexual encounters! This is great news for the regulars since we're all getting a little sick of seeing each other. ha ha

Rocky hit the Easy button, ringing the alarm as Beyonce has been screaming about, and we were off. Marcus was quick on the draw. He spotted his prey, moved in quickly and in a matter of minutes was sealing the deal on the dancefloor. The fact that the guy was dancing/making out with someone else didn't seem to phase him at first. He stuck things out and politely waited for his turn. In the end he came out on top... (or bottom ?) and was heading for the door, boy in hand, within a matter of minutes. It turns out it was prairie dog's last night in town and he was heading to the airport at 5am. So, the random weekend visitor from Regina had a tight schedule. It was a flawless victory. Kudos to Marcus. 5 pts.

Comments By Brendan

4 in a bed... haven't had this in a week.

Oooooh, I love a bit of cake.

cake, originally uploaded by jeffmyles.

Virginia, while spending the morning at her "other" office in Springhill, has just enjoyed a healthy piece of cake. mmm cake. I'm jealous.

Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. She's just one of these people. She goes to work and she needs a piece of cake.

Even her boss sees the importance of cake...