He’s the best there is at what he do.

Today is the one where Kip and I saw Pan’s Labrynth. I recommend it, even though it had no David Bowie in it.

I am 100% certain that I am the first person on the Internet to make a Bowie reference with relation to Pan’s Labrynth. One. Hundred. Percent. I am so sure that I’m not even going to check all the rest of the Internet to be sure. I just know.

Haiku!

Ewoks are coming.
They intend to overthrow.
Our reign is over.

For the record, I got into the bank the other day and they found nothing wrong with my account. I’m going to have to get in touch with the credit card people or something. I don’t know…

I wrote this on MSN to Kip just moments ago and didn’t want to let if fade away. So now I’m putting it here:

“And now you’re gone. Woe to this fickle atmosphere of life. Mine eyes weep for the lack of beauty they see, but my ears know all the colors of the rainbow. Ere there was a planet, the souls of the damned laughed at my misfortune and called me the Mother of All Fools.”

In other news, I ordered T-Shirts from this website recently and one of them wasn’t in stock and the guy actually called me. As awesome as it was for him to do that for some Internet customer in another country I was at work so I told him I call him back. But my depression-fuelled procrastination and forgetfulness (plus after a while I lost the number) meant I never got around to it. But then I got a package with all the shirts anyway! Thanks the guy who runs that site!

And finally, a lesson in PDR Computers that you will never need to know:

Years ago I had a computer made up of bits and pieces from other computers that had died. I called it the Frankencomputer. Around this time I started using the term Computron to refer to it.

Eventually I upgraded the thinking bits of the machine, but kept the stuff like the keyboard, mouse and monitor. I figured I was taking the brains out of a zombie and putting it into another zombie to create a SuperZombie, so that is what I called that computer. It’s official title was Computron V.

I’ve since replaced the mouse (with a SpongeBob one) and have a new(er) keyboard, I think. And this year I upgraded my computer and it became Computron X. And now, as of today or yesterday or something I have a new monitor. I described it as the Superzombie giving up the ghost, so Computron X shall be called: The Ghost.

Thus, I am cool.

A few weeks back, as I reckon time, I thought up something while I was at work and I had nobody to share it with at the time. Yesterday I remembered it and must now record it here so it not be forgotton once more, as it sums up so much: Masturbating to a Spice Girls video would be more life-affirming than any time I spend at that job.

I haven’t really wanted to bring it up on here before, but I like to donate plasma on a weekly basis. I can recall a conversation with Kip over a year ago when I referred to making that donation as the only thing I look forward too in a week. Given that I have only become more depressed since then it is sad that yesterday I was told my iron count was one point too low and because of it I have to wait 56 days until I can donate again. I now have almost two months without the one thing I look forward to in any given week. Isn’t that just great.

Last night at work a co-worker said to me something to the effect of “Man, you look like you just saw your mother being gangbanged by, like, fifty guys while a bunch of people were hacking up babies and everybody was yelling ‘It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault'”. My reply was “No, I’m just here again”.

And finally, to quote Tim from the Office (and probably whoever he was quoting), “It’s better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than halfway up one you don’t.” I just need to get to a ladder I want to climb.

In any case, I don’t think I’m long for my current profession.

To the left here is a picture of Kip and partially I, Patrick D Ryall, in a photo booth. It took me over a week to get it on here, so enjoy it.

I’m in the midst of my last day off of a three day weekend. I enjoyed having a three day weekend. It’s practically a vacation. I hate my job very much and do not wish to return. If I could weep, I would.

Anyway, let’s see… I’m sure I had lost of stuff happen lately that I would talk about if I could remember it… Hmmm…

Some guy at work about a week ago was wearing a shirt that said “G-Unit: Built To Last” But several of the letters fell off and it ended up reading “…ui t to ast” Which is funny because it didn’t last very long. And it’s also funny because I overheard the guy saying he paid fifty bucks for that shirt.

I got Arrested Development Season Three this week. That’s a great show I’ll recommend to each and anyone out there.

Haiku!

In the void of space.
Buhjugga alone is king.
None can defeat him.

My new computer that I’ve owned for a while but not been able to get working? I brought into the shop. I expect that in a few days I shall indeed be able to use it for really real at long last. It shall be a good day.

I was late paying my rent this month. I just kinda forgot. Oh well, I’ll do it on Tuesday. I assume the office is closed for Labour Day. Ah, Labour Day. One of the holidays I know the least about. Also, something about not wearing white.

So how is everyone out there? Holding up okay? Summer’s pretty much done. That sucks, right.

Let’s see… what else… Oh, I read in a local paper today about some thing here in Halifax where a bunch of people dressed as zombies and walked around trying to scare people or whatever. But the people who saw them immediately assumed it was fake and nobody cared. Now I’ve not seen the quality of the zombies that were present, but I hope that when the real zombies come people are a little more reactive.

Which in turn reminds me that a few weeks back I was walking down the road and some guy covered in rubber snakes ran by yelling “Ohhh Noooo! Snakes!” or whatever. I think it was some improv group having fun, but again nobody cared. The guy just stopped after a while and turned back to his friends, one of whom chastised him for not waiting for the light to turn green or something. A pedestrian was heard to remark, “What just happened?”