Tales From the Milk Drinker

Well today was a nice restful day. Went to corra's for brunch with a bunch of UPEI people and Paul (good paul not bad paul) and then studied and went for a walk. Seriously considering registering for a powerlifting meet on February 4 in Sydney Nova Scotia. Was hoping I could go to sydney friday night, be in the meet saturday, then stop in halifax for the night to see the boys boys but I just found out hali is not in the direct path from sydney to freddy beach. What up with that? In fact it's about 7 hours from sydney to freddy but still five hours from sydney to hali. Shitty! I'll probably end up doing it anyways because I feel pretty pashionate about the fact that I'ld have a damb good time!

I wanna post this to see who reads this blog that I'm not expecting and is willing to post a comment. Readers I know about feel free to chime in with some unrelated rubish about the time I sanded myself with an electric sander to see what it'ld feel like.


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I'm posting this in support of Alexa who recently had the courage to post something about how she feels on her blog that you can read at www.lexa.blogspot.com I think what she's feeling is pretty representative and that if people knew what was really in the minds of engineering students we'ld all be in the phyc ward.

This poem sums up how I often feel - how I feel too often now. The source is going to remain annonomous, I doubt any of you will recognize it anyhow. Let me prequil it by saying the part at the end about friends coming and going is true - but only of certain friends and I promise it is NOT true of any of you who read this blog. You're timeless and will have special places in my heart forever. Without further ado this poem sums up how I feel about my life and how the gym is the only thing that balances me some days.

THE IRON MIND

Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole. I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the iron mind.

Through the years I have combined meditation, action, and the iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind. The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential it's impossible to turn back.

The iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a God or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the bitch black. I have found the iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundered pounds is always two hundred pounds.


'Nuff said.

Actually there was no winner.

Neil and Lex both commented on the availability of elephants. Wise direction to take this thing in, but unfortunately there is a little known fact that when we were all in grade one or two a circus did come to the summerside rec center and my dad and my uncle took me and I got to ride the elephant. No shit. It was pretty scarey because there was no handle or anything to hold on to and in hindsight it's a little surprising I didnt' fall off the side of it and be crushed by that huge beast.

Schaef, I'm sorry to say that my kindergarden Christmas play was totally canceled on account of a snow storm.

If you think carefully about me you'll remember I haven't traveled anywhere and going to Moncton for the day is still a pretty big trip to me. I've been to Toronto twice and both times it was in the winter, so it was not baseball season. I have never been to any major league baseball games.

Thanks for playing folks. To be honest I'm a little dissapointed that so few people actually took a guess. Those of you who did take a guess, I feel you all played well.

Today I'm studying for Solids which is on monday. My plans are to study and finish my Christmas shopping before i go home on the 18th.

Can anyone comment on what I should give my grandmother for Christmas?

Well I was able to diagnose and repair my desktop all by myself! Well okay, so I double checked with some of head hall's finest computer gurus before laying down the cash for the part, but at least I didn't run screaming to future shop or Staples at the first sign of trouble (cause the guys there would be looking for you to take a fifty dollar bill out of your pocket and go "Here! Tell me what's wrong with my computer")

I realized the power supply fan should not "know" if anything is wrong with the motherboard or anything else hooked onto it and since this fan was not coming on I figured it was the powersupply. So I went and bought one at Compu Smart on prospect street and changed it out myself at home.

Now for the alternate title of my blog today: It's incredibly vindicating as a person to be able to fix one of your material possessions all by yourself. I was flyin' high thursday night after my computer was fired up again. It makes you feel like you can do anything. I think I have to give the knod to Bobby McKenna as one of the people I've met in university who taught me to jump in and try anyway when a task you don't know how to do pops up. It's usually easier than you think.

Okay and since everyone else is doing this now I will to (shaef it's only you left and Derrick get off you's ass and get a blog)

2 Truths and a Lie about the Samwise:

1. I have ridden an elephant

2. My kindergarden class never got to put on our Christmas play because of a snow storm

3. I've only seen one major league baseball game live


I promise there are no plays on words here, the events can all be taken at face value and are either clearly true or clearly false. (for example, if one of my items had been "I scored the winning goal when our soccer team played in the Saint John tournament" then either this is totally true or totally false, not some bullship like "actually the tournament was in Halifax" Subsequently, anyone who knew me well in my soccer days would realize that this is NOT a man who scored a lot of goals.)

I'm posting to you from Head Hall today because my poor compy would not start this morning.

I'm hoping for power supply failure because that would be an easy fix and result in no data loss.

Symptoms: Hit power switch and compy behaves as if it is not plugged in at all. Tried a different outlet and the same thing happened. Opened up side panel. No LED's light up at all, power supply fan does not come on.

One of the boys from school (car dave) said he has a spare I can try tonight and see if it fixes things. Here's hoping boys boys.