No Weddings and 2 Funerals

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This was an odd month. Within it's confines I experienced 1 birth, 2 deaths, and my convocation. I undergo a myriad of emotions. Loss. Ambivalence. Loss again. Supposed closure.



The first to go was my Uncle Ferdinand. Not a blood relative mind you. But a part of that extended family we refer to as "Barkada". I believe he lived with cancer for a while. Not to sure being that my link with the collective has been dodgy since my mom's passing. He was always a charismatic figure. Never too stern. Always wanting to make others feel welcome. I really can't do the man justice. I liked him. His kids were one the few to not overly make fun of me growing up. They too always made people welcome. I was always close and welcome with his family because my mother was real good friends with almost his entire family. Being that I was her son, I was granted this kinship as well. Witnessing everyone's grief was a bit much for me. Yet I remained stoic. Not that I'm attempting to be strong. More like an emotional detachment. Or at least an inability to express. I just keep silent. This also marked a rare occurrence. All the former "Barkada Kids" together in one place. We took a picture to commemorate the event. This too was both happy and sad for our families. So we decided to hangout afterwards. Us and the next generation. Yeah, some us were parents already.



A week or so later my baby brother, Rey Joshua, came into the world. I really have no opinions regarding this. Seems like a nice enough fellow. I just see another person I have to help babysit and raise. Having done that with my younger brother and doing a little of it with my step-sis (I'll eventually drop the "step" part), I am not sure how to feel. Everyone's so cheery now around him, it makes me sick. Of course I tend to be suspicious about happiness in general. I've already determined that I will refuse to refer to him as:



- RJ: not a big fan of this name for some reason. Plus, it gives the incorrect insinuation that perhaps the kid is dubbed so because he's "Reynaldo Junior"



- Rey: Rey is already one of my dad's nicknames. So that would be confusing. Like all of George Foreman's kids or like George & George W. Bush. Also, my father already has another son in the Philippines named Rey Edwards. Is he determined to name all my half-siblings Rey Something? Seriously.



Hence, I'll refer to him as Josh. All the previous Josh's I've met were fine individuals. Plus, it is a cool sounding name.



Another one bites the dust. My god-brother's grandmother passed away a day or so prior to my brother's birth. For some reason I'm thinking of a Live music video. Anyway, I did not know her too well. I remember her at Barkada parties growing up. But, I did know my god-brother, his sister, his parents (his father's mom), and a few of his cousins, aunts, & uncles. Their grief was very potent. More so for the grandchildren visibly than the children. The most startling for me though was the state of my god-bro, PJ. He was always the defacto leader of our troupe of Barkada Kids. Rebellious. Free spirited. Loving and living life to the fullest with little to no regrets. However, here he was quiet, serious, and in agony. They all were to varying degrees. Their closeness was apparent. I merely tried to give them my support. It didn't hit me till after a short conversation with Tito Danny. He pointed out to me that I knew the loss they were feeling. All I could do was look in to his eyes and know what lay behind those particular windows to the soul.



Graduation was a weird feeling for me. I amused myself and the guy beside me, but, I was just going through the motions. I should be happy. I really should be happy. Yet I felt numb. Bloody emotional detachment. Aside from joking around about Harry Potter references, bewilderment at the UBC President's speech about her hybrid car, cracks about the chancellor, the big ol' club, and being in the front row, I really couldn't say whether I was happy or sad about the end of this particular chapter in my life. All that kept racing though my mind was that it felt like something is missing. That something, or to be more precise someone should be there. I dunno, I can't really help it. I underwent all this at my highschool graduation before. So supposed happy events are never truly happy events for me.



"Ah ha ha ha . . . Ever get the feelin' you've been chee'id?" - Johnny Rotten



Later Days,



End Transmission.

Post BBQ Party Report

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The party was all well and good. It turned out to be a low key affair, but, it was actually a fun event. It was one of the rare events when the core group was able to all attend. Well at least the majority that is.



C-Nut: went on a road trip with his BCIT film classmates; a mix of vacation during Victoria Day long weekend and an attempt to film/document their exploits



Rich & Nicola: they had their own alky-fest going on; something about a beach & karaoke?



Dave: I think he was at home with Michelle placing his entire comic collection in to baggies along with cardboard backing



However it was just nice to see some faces that have been absent due us getting older and what not.



- Graham & Alison: both were actually in town, not working, and not hanging with coworkers



- Wade & Brandi: both weren't working; a miracle unto itself



- Monique: often hanging in her separate social circles, be it "ChiPo" (*shudder*) or her peeps in da hood; much like above, an appearance is a miracle



So there we were hanging out on the patio of McKinley Manor. BBQ. Beer. Chips. Various dips. J-E-L-L-O with a bang. Assorted liquors. Out in the sun. Under a star-less sky due to light pollution. We drank. Ate. Talked. All was good in the world. At least for that brief period, celebrating the day Mr. McKinley eternally regrets as the day "The Weird One" (Jason) came to the world.



As stated in the open invite, Jason placed a bounty upon his head. That bounty being that he was determined to keep drinking till he puked. The day progressed. So did his drunkenness. I believe the group was in consensus in determining the "ESPN Turning Point" to be when Jay simultaneously double fisted a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of exceptionally strong beer.



**Warning Graphic Depictions**



Some time after continuous double fisting both bottles at the same time, a rumble was heard. He knew it. Hell, we all knew it was a coming, and subsequently ran for safety. Next site we see is Jay's face. His cheeks bulging like Dizzie Gilespie's as he blows in to his trumpet. Except instead of air, Jay's mouth was filled with an unholy concoction of solid matter and acrid liquid. The piece de resistance being the line of dense drool seeping from his lips and seeking solid ground.



Amidst this lovely image, an ever reddening complexion, straining crack eyes, and his body's urgency to reject whatever cess pool lay inside, Jay managed return the witches brew from whence it came.



I'm not sure was worse:



- the sheer density of that line of spit?



- his swallowing of the vomit?



or



- the fact that Jay had to chew in order get that stuff in to a manageable size, so as to do the actual swallowing?



**Graphic Depictions Over**



Hence, the bounty upon his head still unfulfilled. But there would be more time for that to come through. In the mean time many other tidbits would manifest. For one, shirts. Special shirts were made by three of the DSBHers for their adjoining significant others. Each shirt consisted of a special message on the front, while on the back lay their team number. The messages were as follows:



Jo(sephine & not Krack): "Bri Fucking Owns Me."



Steph: "Matty's Fatties"



Mildred: "I **heart emoticon** J"



Regarding Mildred's shirt. She had an added twist. Whereas the others only had the number of beaus on their backs, Mildred had the word "OWNED" above her beau's (Jay) number. Awww...



These same "soccer wives" got really plastered over the course of the evening. Ranking them in order from hardcore to practically straight edge:



1. Steph: Matty proclaimed that this is the most that he's ever seen her drink ever; shots of straight gin, rum, whiskey, and beer? hello!



2. Jo: drunker than she usually gets; she becomes even more bubbly (but in a good way); also, she becomes even more truthful as well



3. Mildred: drunk yes; but, she gets drunk easily; hence didn't go as hardcore as those mentioned above



What else happened? Jay started running around the house like an A.D.D. kid on stimulants. During said spree, he supposedly locked himself in his bro's room, clocked Matty, and tripped which resulted in clocking himself on a table top surface. Despite his penchant for fucking up his body royally, we some how think he'll outlive us all for some reason. Something along the lines that his body refuses to die.



The night of excess was finally taking its toll on Jay. He battled his body's natural instincts by subscribing a zen state. A myriad of poses, controlled breathing, and shouting at us to NOT MOVE, so as to not distract his concentration. To help aid his effort, I oh so gently waved a piece of hamburger meat in front of his nose. This only caused him to ask me to stop whislt trying to hit me. Funny, he doesn't recall this bit. Apparently, the sheer effect of Wade's movement from across the patio made him lose it.



**Warning Graphic Depictions**



So Jay puked. And how!!! He must have filled approximately 3-4 individual bowls and casserole dishes with his vomit. The site was akin to "The Exorcist". While it looked like pea soup, we sure as hell knew it to be the real thing.



It was a site to behold. Not only visually, but, audio-wise also. Jay pukes into the first bowl. The substance is nearing the top. We all believe the horror to be almost over. However, an ungodly growl emanates from his diaphragm and round two is on. A hasty switch in puke receptacle is made. Each subsequent growl signaled another round of vomit. He was like a marathon puker. A constant stream of puke spewing forth. Mmm...nummy. :)



**Graphic Depictions Over**



The storm came and went. The aftermath, a shell of what was formerly Jason McKinley nearing a comatose state.



The party was more or less over. Wade won the bounty and the prize of "Yay, I made Jay puke. Woot woot!" Next stage was clean up, and the whole let's make sure Jay doesn't pull a "Hendrix/Bon Scott".



So we cleared the patio. All the non-patio furniture was brought inside along with cushions and blankets. Next we cleared the table. Garbage went in the trash bag. Recyclables were organized and segregated. Leftovers and condiments were put away. All dishes were placed in the sink. All remnants of "pea soup" were disposed of.



With that done, our attention turned to Jay. We transported him to the TV room couch. This allowed him to sleep on his side. We also wrapped him in several blankets and placed two vomit receptacles by his head. Chew and I volunteered for death watch. Mildred stayed to comfort him till he passed out. As it turned out, Chew watched over him while I lurked in the basement. Chew being the first line of defense. I being the equivalent of a fire extinguisher, break open in case of emergency.



Needless to say, the sorry sod lived . . . yet again.



Too bad he had to play soccer in a few hours.



Muwahahaha . . .

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Later Days,



End Transmission.

ALL OUT Party this Saturday!!!

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The weekend approaches and so does another Summer House Party. Same as last time. Same location and everything. All the info is down below. If you don't have plans for this Saturday, do as they do on the "Price is Right" and c'mon down!!!



To one and all:



ALL OUT Party this Saturday: BBQ, Beer, Poker, Liquor... you name it



Okay yeah, so it's pretty short notice I know, but there's going to be a party this Saturday at my place (got the party planned earlier this week but left the email 'til now. I should reverse that system :P) The time that we have left for these sprawling house parties down here in Marpole will be coming to end an much sooner than I'd like to think about, so let's take advantage while we can. Nothing like a long weekend party to do just that, and to cap it off it's my birthday on Saturday as well so we can shift it up an extra gear or two! A special kicker, or party-wide challenge if you will: I hold you all personally responsible for ensuring that I get thoroughly wasted. Yeah, that's right; I'm putting a bounty on my own head... how's that for incentive??



We've got meat pretty much covered unless you want something specific, but anything you'd like to bring is welcome. For drinks we've got what we've got, so if you're not super picky you'll probably be fine but otherwise be prepared. As for beer: we'll have some but good lord do we go through a lot of beer at BBQ's (something about a nice, juicy burger just calls out for a tasty beer to wash it down. And then another beer to chase the first one...) so yes, beer would be greatly appreciated. Other than that, just bring yourselves and anyone you'd like to take with you. I think it's going to be good times... the weather's good, people sound really pumped for it, and this time we're going to see about setting up a poker table.



If you don't know where we are by now you're in a sorry state of affairs, but for any newcomers it's on 1453 w59th Ave in Vancouver in between Granville and Oak about a block east of Granville. As usual it's open invite, so feel free to ask whomever you'd like, as usual forward this email to anyone who's not on my list or who I've missed, and as usual anyone and everyone is welcome to stay over in order to "sleep it off". I don't know about you, but get the feeling that I'll be calling in sick for work on Sunday....



See y'all on Saturday!!



Later Days.



End Transmission.

False Alarm

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Woke up this morning to the gong show of my father rushing his bride to the hospital. It appeared that blood or some sort of liquid excreted from her and everyone believed that she was going to give birth.



I am merely an observer. My emotional detachment from most things has kept me from really caring about this event. So I just tried to stay out of everyone's way. For my troubles, I was yelled at to assemble the new stroller/carriage/car-seat hybrid they received as a gift. My father wanted me to wait for him to return so we would assemble both that device and the crib.



Being that I had to leave for soccer myself within a matter of minutes, and my enduring dread at collaborating with my father, I decided to just assemble the chair thing myself. He would have just yelled at me a lot and swear as he tried to decipher the bloody instructions. Plus, I tend to just sit back and let people continue to fuck up. I've been programmed to accept that any suggestion I make would not deter people from embarking upon what they believe to be correct. I could argue, but, that never helps.



It was pretty easy to assemble. I've always been able to eventually figure out how to assemble stuff. Plus I liked playing around with stuff to see if my inklings would work. Like the time I attached an old tape deck to the computer to increase the volume output, allow myself to make mix tapes with mp3s, and use my earphones. Must explain why I always watched those science programs as a kid. My step-sister helped out. She's okay. Can be a bit dramatic sometimes. But that can be expected I guess.



I left the crib assignment for after my soccer game. I finally get ready for soccer and leave. I unfortunately played like crap. Didn't help that I kept yelling at my friend and then teammate Jason. As bad a soccer player he believes he is, he has some attributes that he just refuses to utilize a lot. He should play more of a defensive mid game. He has a knack for intercepting passes and has a decent loft pass. Sure he should look where he passes, but, the pass is decent. He is definitely not a good defenseman. His ball handling is not that great and he tends to turnover when pressured. Plus, he kept playing zone defense. A strategy where he would stand where there was no one nearby, let alone any threat of attack. So when I yell at him to play up, he should play up because he plays better up in midfield killing potential drives. Again, he has a knack for it. I'll explain this to him, and he'll just stare blankly at me. He's not dumb, it just seems that way at times. How he won the history award at my high school boggles me every so often.



After the game, we make fun of our buddy "Banyon". It still doesn't get old. We also got into a discussion about relationships and its pitfalls. I found this to be pretty amusing since I can't relate in the slightest. The subject on its own was hilarious with everyone's experiences. I'm sure it will become more humorous if I ever find myself in that predicament. Although, I highly doubt I'd get "accidentally" clocked and subsequently brought to my knees.



Next came all you can eat sushi. It had been a while since we did sushi, so it was well welcomed. More "Banyon" bashing ensued. I swear that never gets old. In addition, we discussed the notion going out more to do more stuff as a group. A notion that seemed to be well received. Bringing out people we've been meaning to hang out with. Since we're all getting older, we might as well.



I finally return home. Father's home. His wife is home. Hell, even brother was there. No new addition to the family though. She's apparently a long way off. The waiting continues.



In retrospect, it would have been really odd for me to have the birthday of my infant brother so close to my mother's. How to cope with the meshing of supposed feelings of celebration and mourning? Sure I'd put on my stoic front as usual, but, I'd soon relegate myself to self-imposed isolation.



I find my hangups to be rather boring and tiresome. Ultimately they're uninteresting really. Sure this blog thing helps as an outlet, but, I really keep to myself. I'll give hints of my troubles, yet, I won't dwell on them with people present. Probably why I refused therapy. I hate shrinks. I hate talking. Not that anyone listens. Some do. Those people are a valuable resource.



Me watching life passing me by as I lurk in the sidelines.



Later Days.



End Transmission.

Branching out.

Test Pattern, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . .



The first post. Let's see how often I can keep this going. Heck, if I actually find other contributors, then that would be peachy keen. Anyone interested? There should be a comment box below. So you can tap on that if ya need to reach me.



End Scene.

Casualties

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You know what I just noticed? I lost all my Comments in the change over of templates.

:( Boo-urns indeed. hmmm . . .

Experimenting with templates yet again.

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All this does is reconfirm how much I suck in this department. I sure as did not learn html code in computer science class in high school. I think my younger brother was taught it. But, I was not. I was taught turboPascal. Also, the game/program/assignment that my class had to complete was some sort of number randomization game. Oddly, the game was very reminiscent of "Craps", a game often played in casinos and in alley ways involving a pair of die. So, my basketball coach (who taught the class) basically taught us how to program the rudimentary computer version of a gambling game. Ah . . . if only parents knew what they were paying a private Catholic school tuition for.

Programming Delays

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It has been a long time indeed my loyal viewer(s). With scrambling to graduate and the tax season, I've been distracted and had very little access to the computer. This year has sure been a weird year for me. Trying to maintain two blogs, my on again off again "Karl Chronicles" emails with my ex-coworkers, my temporary gig with the "HSA Updates", and remembering that I have a Friendster account, has been a weird juggling act.



I've tried to redirect my ex-comrades from "Brothers' Restaurant" over here, but, they enjoy my chronicles. How do I know? I'll walk into them in town every so often and they'll ask me when the next installment will be. Perhaps I could just try reposting these entries into my emails, or just email these posts, but, I like my different slants for my different audiences. There are different inside jokes. It started with just updating on what's been going on over at the restaurant in Gastown. Then it became my little crazy playground on all things regarding that environment and the community therein. Now, I update my comrades about my life and give updates regarding others within the community. It sure has been a while since my last "Chronicle" though. I think I'll try to write one this weekend. Also, I think I may try to use my new gmail account. Might as well use it for something. Plus, it has 1GB worth of space for me to play with. By the way, if you think these posts are long, my "Karl Chronicles" are like novellas in comparison.



Let's do this shall we?



I Don't Love The School, But, The School Loves Me:



UBC loves me so much that I got a letter last Monday telling me that I should stay. That and the fact that I was supposedly deficient in credits, yet again.



I believe my initial response went a little like this, "North American of African descent what?"



I then phoned the Arts Academic Advising department to inquire why. Let the myriad of excuses begin.



First: You are deficient in credits.



Rebuttal: That should not be the case. I applied for the November convocation. I was then told that I was short 3 upper level credits. Nothing else. I took 9 credits worth in courses. I should therefore be in a surplus of credits as per the "advice" of the Arts Academic Advising department.



Second: You are probably missing your "Pre-Modern History" requirement for your major.



Rebuttal: When I brought my file under review for my major declaration, the History Advisor, Arthur Rays, told me everything looked fine and even thanked me for supplying a map showing all my credits, and breaking them down in to their respective subcategories.



Third: Just talk to your department because it was they who denied your graduation application.



Rebuttal: Okay, I will do just that.



So I go to the history office. I inform them of my situation. Their admiration for Arts Advising increases exponentially because this never happens to their history majors, ever. They review my file. It was signed off. Nothing in it stating that there were any concerns. The comment box was completely blank. The History office staff assure me I will graduate, but, they have to have Arthur Rays (he was the one who signed off on my file) to review it. He was not in that day. He would be in on Tuesday.



First intermission.



I phone the History office. Prof. Rays has not reviewed it yet. He wants to take it home to review it.



Second intermission.



I phone the History office. They are surprised I was not contacted by Arthur Rays. I leave my contact info, while they try to get in touch with Prof. Rays.



TV timeout.



I receive a call from the History office. they tell me I'm graduating. Apparently, those courses I took at Langara about Charlemagne and those Carolingians aren't "Modern History" credits at all.



Being a paranoid pessimist, I wanted to make sure Arts Advising got the message. Hence, I spent all of Friday trying to contact them via telephone. They sure don't like answering their phones during their supposed office hours. After giving up, and surrendering the computer to my accountant dad, I get ready for the Grad Cruise. Yay. Once I return home form my voyage, I check my UBC account. My "Graduation Status": Approved.



So if ya wanna see me close a chapter in my life, my convocation is May 27, 2004 at 8:30am



ACF Staff After Party:



What do you get when you mix ACF volunteer staff post-ACF, no more exams, no more school, and a lot of booze?



The answer is the ACF Staff After Party. There was hard liquor, beer, food, and awards. Everyone received an award. Each award was geared towards the recipient. I won two awards. My first award was "The Dude Award". It consisted of a certificate with a graphic of a guy with adorning a fro, shades, and one of those Nat X African shirts. In addition, it came with a pair of shades. Woo hoo!!!



My next award was a total surprise to me. I some how got nominated for "The Trevor Gilkes 'Awesome SUB Booth Dude' Award". Named after its namesake and inaugural recipient, I apparently displayed Trevor Gilks-like attributes. Which is pretty cool because he's a pretty cool guy. It now resides in my house on display. Finally, something of mine to break the monotony of my father's and brother's countless golf and basketball awards. I also have another excuse to stop by next year, as I return the award for the next recipient. Perhaps, they can even display the award in the glass shelves in MASS for all to see.



To prepare for the evening's activities, I brought my treasure chest of booze. In it contained Kokanee, Uncle Jack, and my starting appetizer, a 40oz bottle of "Old 'E'". Mmm . . . East Van represent. One for me and one for my homies.



I regards to the potluck aspect, I brought 3 items as well. I brought chocolate almonds, those one bite brownies, and some jalapeno poppers. The food selection was actually quite good that night. Dingwall brought a whole chicken. There were 2 types of sushi (home made nonetheless). Chips and salsa. Meat and cheese. As well as other items.



It was a good night indeed. Hanging out never felt so good. Now whenever I go out, I always have to compare it to the standards of the AUS and DSBH.



DSBH 1st BBQ:



This first BBQ of the summer was a great outing. A whole house to ourselves, filled with meats, booze, and friends. Being open to all, UBC people came (Jo), ex-HSA came (Elisa), C-Nut's film buddies came, and it was a very inviting environment.



I don't remember drinking that much, but, I sure felt buzzed. It might have something to do with devouring all that yummy jello. Yet, my cooler was empty some time in the middle of the night. Interesting. Very interesting.



I got to play that DVD Trivial Pursuit game. I came in second yet again. To Dave yet again. I'd blame my partner, but, I dropped the ball on many occasion during that game.



But the meat . . . oooooooooooooh the meat. You know something was gonna go down when Jay starts the evening slowly spit roasting lamb in the BBQ. Mmm . . . lammmmmmmmb **drooling noises**. Plus Rich came by. That boy is a miracle worker with food.



Also, it was fun seeing Chew putting his mack on. At least, his attempt at putting his mack on. I mean, he let loose all his stories, jokes, impressions, with segue ways in between. Everything. Good luck to him and all, but, wow. It's a sight to see. All his material.



Heh.



No breaking stuff though. Not until New Year's Eve. I'll keep you all posted if we ever get around to blowing up a car though. We have the means and know how. It's just a matter of when.



Capture The Flag:



On Wednesday before the ACF Staff after Party there was a campus wide game of Capture The Flag. We all met at MacInnes Field to divide into. I believe the crews consisted of CiTR, AUS, the Ubyssey, and others. 2 teams were made. Red and Green. 2 games were played. The sides were Crescent Ave and University Blvd. The ends were East Mall and West Mall, with the middle DMZ being Main Mall.



I was on the Green Team.



Game 1: Winner Green Team



The Green Team had the West Mall end. Our team soon outnumbered Red as late comers would arrive and join Green. However, another comment made was that Green was much more organized this round using stuff like strategy and stuff.



eg. decoys, traps, separate cells. etc.



Also, our flag location was genius. Situated behind Angus in a loading bay, there were 3 entrances towards the flag. But, it converged and bottle necked. You could get in, get past our guards at each entrance. However, once you were in, you were stuck (ie. you were fucked).



The Red Team fared well also. They had a whole lynch mob guarding their jail. Their flag was behind the construction sign. Only 2 ways in. Meaning only 2 exits. And it was a dead sprint to freedom. Pretty good spot until we converged.



2 hours long. It was a pretty good game.



Game 2: Stalemate



After 2 hours no winner. Still pretty close though.



Green Team decided to be "Team Asshole" and we put our flag under the fountain in front of Main Library. If Red got our flag, they'll pay the price and get hella wet. Either via the spray of the fountain or the wading pool that acted like a moat. Our goal switched from winning to how many Spa . . . err . . . Reds we can get wet.



The Reds were close. Oh so close to victory, but, time ran out. Apparently they were ready for an all out assault.



Red Team placed their flag over in the myriad of alleys in the science sector. Only one entrance. And it was guarded like Guatanamo Bay. We had several cells skulking around the area. Vainly trying to stealth their way in, lure away security, kamikaze runs. Nothing worked. Maybe we should have climbed up the building and snatched the flag from above. Next time. Next time.



Overall, I felt the game was a success and I can't wait till the next encounter. I also was able to do some research for the trial run of "Operation Darwin" that Dave (of DSBH fame) is trying to organize. We just need to weed out the bugs. Being that the trial participants are primarily DSBH, the honour system won't work. As much as I love those guys, it's like a den of thieves when it comes to competition. Imagine a game full of participants like this,



Guy 1: I got ya. You’re out. You’re eliminated.



Guy 2: No guy. You missed. Muwahaha . . .



Guy 1: Nah man. You're out.



Guy 2: Nope.



Guy 1: **deleted expletative**!



Guy 2: **deleted expletative**!!



Rinse. Repeat.



So yeah. We're still looking for fail safe measures.



Revenge of Blarney:



A sequel to the madness of Blarney Stone 1. Here was the itinerary,



1. Watch "Man on Fire" with Kent

- good film

- Dave (of DSBH fame), you should watch this and see how "Punisher" should have been made.



2. Pre-drink @ Jen's

- fun fun fun

- so many people in her room

- lot's of booze

- I brought my cooler



3. Trek to Blarney



4. Blarney at last

- got a ground floor table

- ^ a first for me

- not as much craziness as the original, but, still, fun



5. Trek back to UBC

- apparently where all the fun begins

- apparently I missed it all b/c it was lights out for Karl

- Jon escorted off bus by the Sp . . . err . . . Man

* bus goes by police taking away guy for drinking in public or something

* Aaron and Sasha just get on

* Jon yells out something like, "CHUG IT MAN! CHUG IT!!"

* cops get in cruiser, pull in front of bus, stopping our bus

* cops get in bus and take away Jon

* cops grill Jon and try to trick him into saying he attacked some cops that night

* Jon doesn't fall for their piggy mind tricks

* Jon is stranded by the cops and hopefully awaits another bus

- I'm woken up

- I'm told about above

-Jon enters McD's as we eat

- see Dave and Allison after a night swim in Empire Pool

* no skinny dip, still had underclothes on

* others were apparently

* campus cowboys allowed 2 girls to stay 5 minutes more b/c they took off their tops

- everyone crashes at Vanier

- I greet Jen's floor mates in the commons room that morning



Seasick Grad Cruise:



Seriously, who came up with this name? As my old physics teacher used to say, "Boo. Terrible title." It was okay. No AUS or DSBH function, that's for sure. Drinks were too expensive and cash only. Music was your normal club fare, but, that's why I don't go clubbing.



With the minimalization of drinks, sparse enjoyable music, sparse enjoyable conversation, and my tendency to get bored quite easily, I sought the seclusion of the deck and the darkness. Kinda sad when I enjoy my thoughts over being around people. If I had my cards, I probably would have played solitaire or something.



That reminds me, has anyone seen my deck of cards? They were last seen by Alex (from ESS)and Jason (from HSA) in Game 1 of "Capture The Flag". They were playing cards at the Green Team jail. I kinda had them for years. The whole set including the jokers. In good condition. Anyone?

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That's it for now. I should really help my bro move and get ready for the bonfire bonanza tonight.



Until next time, I hope everyone enjoys their respective summers.



Some special shout outs:



*Dave (of AUS fame) - have a good father-son bonding experience



*Sarah - WATCH "So I Married An Axe Murderer"; you'll feel better for doing so



*Jen - hope you have fun back in Ontario; you've always got a home and community to escape to here on the west coast



*Dave (of DSBH fame) - look what ya started on your blog; rawk on if/when you go to the Key West Film Fest to show your script



*Jo - hope you feel better; who knew fake meat would taste so good?



*Gerald - don't worry, rumour has it she's in Germany now; now please don't cut me



*Anne - I'm jealous ya went to Coachella; have fun and enjoy the musical overload



*Vanessa - I'm determined to get you to meet my friend Carlos in Brooklyn; I swear you 2 are so similar character-wise, it freaks me out a little



*Kat - congrats to Colorado



*Jill - good luck with your job prospects; remember you still have a viable future as a pirate



*Spencer - good luck with your burgeoning political career; is Ujal taking over Herb's office? b/c that's just down the street from me



*Quinn - down with the Spa . . . err . . . man!!!



*Paige - smile; it makes others smile as well



*Jackie - keep writing



*Erica - have fun with your bro; the rest of your family will be here soon enough



*everyone else? - RAWK ON! RAWK EVERYONE'S FACES OFF!! EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE!!!

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So yeah, summer's here. Do something.



Later Days.



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