tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53071152011-12-29T16:05:24.052-08:00All the old stuff that isn't on the new blog! Amazing!The Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06416440309595093935noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307115.post-1377994151358155912007-04-28T13:43:00.000-07:002007-04-28T13:50:43.401-07:00

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Yes! Finally a proper link to all the random crazyness you remember from the past five years of Jaeger's Blogs!!!

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What a scatter brain I am! Here's the link to the new site for all you casual blogger types!http://chilledmonkeybrainz.blogspot.com

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The RX-7’s headlights flash across the tarmac in front of you. You’re driving the speed limit, being careful not to over drive your headlights, and of course with a cautious eye open for roadside wildlife. You know that even at low speeds, collisions with elk, or moose, or bears could be fatal for both the driver and the animal involved. A glance at the clock on the dash tells you its

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What to do? Well you still have that wonderful car, so why not hit your favorite burger joint: Taste Buds. You, ah who are you trying to kid, your old man discovered this little hole in the wall about ten years ago. You’re so excited about the burgers soon to be filling the bellymeats that you don’t even remember blowing out the pilot light on the gas stove. “The best burgers without a

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I come in the door and past security then hang a left. There is a big sign on the wall that says: “You Are Here” with a HUGE “1” above it and a clear plastic screen below that should have a floor plan of the building in it but it doesn’t. It holds nothing. You Are Here. You Are Nowhere. And this is where you are going to spend more time this week than you will with your family. The rows

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She’s looking at you. She’s barely able to contain her excitement. She’s obviously quite taken by your youthful good looks. Your azure eyes and longish, sandy blond hair have always been winners with the ladies. “Go ahead,” she says, “Take my car. I don’t get off work until eleven.” At first you protest. “I couldn’t,” you say, “I mean, I don’t even really know you.”

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Sorry I'm late! I was sick for a couple of weeks, on Death's Door in fact, but I'm back now and much better thanks...And now for the good news everyone! Vki got a new job doing what she loves: framing and art! And of course, like everyone else I know she is getting paid HUGE bank to do it, more so even than her last job. The cool thing is, she didn't even have to interveiw for it. She just

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I always thought it was absence that made the nose grow longer? Oh well, I was wrong once before I think, about something or other. . . I don’t remember. Today a great, thick, grey fog enshrouds the city and for once it didn’t burn off around noon like it usually does around this part of the world which reminds me of a similar day many years ago. . . It was April and still freezing as a

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I’m so tired lately from work and stress I can barely find the strength to type, but here are a couple of things I’ve been thinking about lately. . . -Everybody is always trying to come up with a good double entendre. I say that’s nothing! Anybody can do that! I’m currently heading a think-tank in New Mexico that’s researching the possibility of a quadruple entendre! I’ll be reporting our

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Some say it's always darkest before the dawn, but i disagree. I say it's always darkest in a windowless bathroom, at midnight with all the lights turned off, and a towel covering the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. But that's just me.

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Just some news and a couple of thoughts for the new year... The News Firstly the new year started off with a bang with Vki_grrl being laid! Off that is from her job! So huzzah! Everything is down to me again and my huge, crappy, feel-like-killing-myself- every-day-I-wake-up-in-the-morning job! Wow, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse! Wheee! The Thoughts Here is my prediction

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Lond Ho Adventures Part Ten (a bit of a rehash, but what the hell, tis the season!) DECEMBER 1992 It’s always at this time of year, when the BVS Towers foyer is decorated with gigantic X-mas trees, tremendous silver balls, pink bows, and golden garland, X-mas muzak piping through the PA system, that one hears a barrage of ads on the radio and TV about those ‘less fortunate.’ Apparently these

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Happy X-Mas to all of my friend(s) all over the world. Gosh it's been quite a year at the ole "Hunter" flat. It seems like five minutes ago it was December 2003, and now it's nearly January 2005! Oy vehy! There is still no NHL hockey, the season currently being in the 78th or 79th day of the lock out, but the Spengler Cup is currently underway in Europe, ant that tournament is chock full of NHL

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Recently I went on a company “Team Building Activity” to one of the local theatres to watch a flick. First there was a lunch of Pizza and those little cups of ice cream like the kind you got when you were in Primary School, except without the little wooden spoons tucked in the lid. Of course we had to pay for the whole excursion ourselves which was a bit of an annoyance to me since I only

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When I think of comfort, warmth, I sometimes flash back to images from childhood. Images of reading comic books under the yellow blanket up top my captain’s bed in the summer. The late evening sun shining through the curtains giving the room a warm look of permanent twilight. Images of mornings before school, sitting on the clothes hamper in the closet, the louvered metal doors shut, shards of

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Lond Ho Adventures Part Nine May 1993 I hate the day shift, and the midnight shift working for the Cosmodemonic Security Company for different reasons. The day shift sucks because you always have to be “on,” always “alert.” Constantly answering niggling, dumbass calls to unlock doors, walk someone through the parking lot, or other such nonsense. “Could you check the roof door on Tower Three?”

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Star Wars Trilogy DVDs A New Hope Directed by George Lucas The Empire Strikes Back Directed By Irvin Kershner Return of the Jedi Directed by Richard Marquand Well, he made us wait long enough, and I’m sure all two of my loyal readers are at least a little curious as to my opinion of the Holy Trilogy on DVD so here it goes. The Positives. Absolutely flawless 16x9 enhanced, crystal clear picture

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There was a fourteen year old boy that I knew about twenty years ago. He was kind of a geek, and wasn’t sure what was going on in his head a lot of the time, (who does at that age?) but he was mostly all right with that. Then one chilly autumn day he was strolling across a community soccer field near where he lived, and as he stepped through the stubbly, yellowing grass and dying

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Fools Rush In Directed by Andy Tennant Matthew Perry does his best “Chandler Bing” in this 1996 romantic comedy from the director of Anna and the King. Unlike my man McBain, I never saw this flick in the theatre, but after watching it this weekend on video I must say that Salma Hayek is one hot tamale! Wheee! Other than that there is not much else to say about this predictable, and

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The Passion of the Christ Directed by Mel Gibson First off, the DVD we get in Canada has an opening screen with the Canadian motion picture ratings system symbol on it which in and of itself does not bother me. However I think it’s insulting that the French language version is on the top, and thus the first thing your eyes go to which insults 91% of the population while satiating the remaining

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Directed by Alfonso Cuaron The third flick based on the HUGELY successful book series by Joanne Rowling. In this one Harry is hunted by escaped con Sirius Black (Gary Oldman) who appears to know something about Harry's dead parents. We also see the first of what will turn out to be many future romantic sparks between Ron (Rupert Grint) and Hermione (

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The trouble with the Anarchist Party of Canada is that they're just not organized! ;)

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Lond Ho Adventures Part Eight November 1992 It’s Grey Cup time again and Bill and I decide we should have a bit if a get together. We invite about twenty people knowing from past party experience that only about half, if that, ever bother showing up at these things. I decide to mix it up a bit and invite friends and work people. On the friends side there is Fred, Amber, MacGreggor, Paco,

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Garfield: The Movie Directed by Peter Hewitt Of all the insults to my intelligence I have suffered through this year, this is by far the most insulting. I am only glad that I didn't have to pay for this piece of putrified waste. What the hell is Bill Murray doing lending his voice to this trash? I only hope he got paid an eight figure salary for it because anything less would have been a

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Note From Flames Fan Thank you Calgary Flames. Thank you for a great regular season. Thank you for going farther than any other Canadian team did this season. Thank you for working your asses off this year. Thank you for proving that small market teams are just as good as big money teams. All Flames Fan axed you for this year was to get into the playoffs, and you did. Thank you, because

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LOND HO ADVENTURES Part Two - Special Edition With more "Thor The Hutt" scenes!!! OCTOBER 1992 Day shift at the BVS Towers… ung! Day shifts are the worst for me, even more so than the dumb-ass 18:00 to 02:00 “split shift” nonsense which I despise only slightly less. I leave home at about quarter after six and shuffle through the skywalks from the flat all the way to work. I quickly get

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Matrix Revolutions Directed by those Two Fat Otaku Brothers The old saying goes, at least the one I coined; “one cannot make a good movie with visual effects alone.” Well, guess who doesn’t seem to know this? Those two fat Otaku-tachi who made Matrix Revolutions. Now I know what you’ll say: “it’s really the second half of one really long sequel to The Matrix.” And you’d be right. However,

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"It's time we started our own struggle." - #19 Mimura Which Battle Royale Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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Highlander: The Series Season 1 A DVD Review The award winning television series based on the movie of the same name in which an immortal hero from the Highlands of Scotland must fight immortal baddies to the death with swords. To the death you say? Why yes, to the death, because even though the characters are immortal, if their heads come away from their bodies, it’s over. So through the

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART SIX NOVEMBER 1992 That’s enough for me and I tell Bill and his hootchie that I’m off and head for home. The weather has relaxed a bit since we walked to the pub, the wind has died and the snow has crystallized on everything it clings to creating a sparkly, silver shimmer, the streets and sidewalks coated with a veneer of ice. Back at the flat I kick off my boots after

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Lost In Translation Dir. Sofia Coppola Well, I’m loath to say that this is a perfect film, but THIS IS A PERFECT FILM!! STOP!!!!!!!!!! OK, McBain, DO NOT RENT OR BUY THIS FLICK. YOU WILL HATE IT. I only say this because over the last couple of years you seem to have lost your good taste in film, you know, the taste you USED to have. . . but enough about this, on to this fantastic flick.

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BIT OF A STRANGE DREAM, ACTUALLY... The circle, the square, and the circle gets the square. From the dark sky blood and gravy rains down from bloated, corpulent cumulous delecti, covering the city with a thick brownish, slimy, ooze. We all try to walk through the bemired streets and slip, and fall, and crawl, until the gravy-blood overtakes us, drowning us in it’s thick, ever-flowing solution.

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART FIVE (The beginning, realy...) LATE SEPTEMBER 1992 I am living at the London House flats, although you’d never know the name of the place by the sign. Years of inclement weather and neglect have burned out most of the illumination on the sign which now reads simply “Lond Ho.” A week before my buddy Bill and I are looking through the newspapers, searching for a

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Pirates of the Caribbean Directed by Gore Verbinski For years I have lamented (well whined is more like it) the lack of Pirate movies coming out of Hollywood. I, like most guys my age, have had for years an affinity for the Pirate, and indeed the Pirate lifestyle. My best bud Mcbain and I often pepper our everyday speech with terms like “Arr,” “Shiver me timbers!” and “Scurvey dog!” The last

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART FOUR MAY 1993 It was nine hours since Jack and I dropped, and the dancing skeleton blotter was beginning to wear off to the point where I felt I could finally move around again. I raise myself up and stumble from our booth (cave) under the scaffolding beside the billiards tables and wander towards the orgasm of sound and light that is the dance floor. I move about as

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Hey, now that I've re-installed Windows, maybe I'll be able to do some more writing on this infernal contraption!

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Too much anger... TOO MUCH FUCKING ANGER?!!!

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Kill Bill vol.1 A film by Quentin Tarantino The fourth film by Quentin Tarantino is an epic tale of one woman’s quest for justice presented in two parts. It’s both an homage to and a re-imagining of the spaghetti western, Hong Kong action flicks, samurai films and anime. What the hell can I say about this flick besides WOW! Being a huge fan of Hong Kong cinema, samurai flicks, and anime, I

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Los Angeles 1996 The City of Angels, the city of filth and depravity, the outlet for which all the garbage, sewage, filthy lucre, and darkness must run through before being washed into the Pacific Ocean. The rain is coming down as our plane touches down at LAX, a light mist which evaporates upon contact with the ground. MacGreggor and I grabbed our luggage and queued up at the taxi stand,

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San Fran 1998(?) It was on a Tuesday, and about two-thirty when I decided to hike down twenty-fifth street to Baker Beach (far away in time, no wait, that’s Echo Beach – my bad!), as the low flying antics of the Blue Angels in their modified F-18’s were starting to rattle my teeth as well as the windows of MacGreggor’s flat. Strolling down the streets, I passed a small Korean convenience store

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A little something the Auld Man wrote a while ago that I felt needed a re-print.I am moved to respond to the comments aired in your interview of our fearless Prime Minister, regarding his reflections on 9-11.Looking upon these public comments from our country's leader fills me at once with a profound feeling of frustration and sadness and gives me a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.This

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Once Upon A Time In Mexico A Flick By Robert Rodriguez Went to the Wednesday Premier of this, the latest in Robert Rodriguez's "El Mariachi" series and have to say wow. Just wow. This flick blew me away. In this chapter, Antonio Banderas' character (known as "El") goes after the drug lord, played with a quietly intense Willem Defoe, who is responsible for the death of his wife and daughter.

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Friday, August 1 2003 Vancouver (MORE) (cont) We drop by a .99cent pizza joint on Granville and I watch with amazement as The Monkeyman (The man who claims to hate food, and eating) shovels back three slices to my zero! We move in to a place called the “Loose Moose” and have a quick Kokanee Gold™. This place serves full sized (English Imperial 20oz) pints*, but charge almost seven bucks each

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For some reason this pootched and I just lost the last two and a half hours of work and it pisses me off so much that the Vancouver Chronicles will end here. If you need to hear thestory call me... aarrrggggggg!

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Friday, August 1 2003 Vancouver(cont) Woke up alone in the V-berth. MB has decided to sleep up on the bench in the salon. The sea gulls are screetching "Awawk! Awawk! Awak wak wak wak!" Then repeated over and over like a mantra. I wonder what they're saying. I slept with the hatch open, and the vents popped and I feel fucking invigorated, like I could lift a fucking car if I had to. I don't feel

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART THREE DECEMBER 1992 It’s always at this time of year, when the BVS Towers foyer is decorated with gigantic X-mas trees, tremendous silver balls, pink bows, and golden garland, that one hears a barrage of ads on the radio and TV about those ‘less fortunate.’ Apparently these are the people aren’t as fortunate as those who own radio’s and TV’s. Granted, these are people

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Thursday, July 31 2003 Vancouver (cont) Woke up at 9:20. Breakfast: cup of tea and a Chinese curry beef specialty bun. (88c T&T Bakery). Big day planned for today, but not really sure what I'm doing. All I know is I'm going to do it. Something. Realy. 11:30 - Kitsalano - Jericho Beach. Parked in front of McBain's old flat on W. fourth street, "The Mountainveiw Arms" and walked to the

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(Still) Tuesday, July 29 2003 Vancouver (cont) Went for a walk with The Monkeyman's Brother as he had a job interview at 1080 Howe Street. We walked over to Yaletown, then up. Everywhere you walk in Vancouver is either up a hill, or down a hill. We find the place he is to interview at and decide to take a wander along Granville for a bit. Looking about, I find myself truly amazed at the

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VAN VAC 2003 After a few days of hemming and hawing about whether to go or no the decision to flee came suddenly on Sunday night. I gave the Monkeyman a call, telling his answering machine that I'd be in town around 16:00 his time, before going to bed for a sleepless night. Now here is some of my travel diary from this, the latest, perhaps greatest trip to Van. Monday, July... July... 28th!

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART TWO OCTOBER 1992 Day shift at the BVS Towers… ung! Day shifts are the worst for me, even more so than the dumb-ass 18:00 to 02:00 “split shift” nonsense which I despised only slightly less. I leave home at about quarter after six and shuffle through the skywalks from the flat all the way to work. I quickly get dressed in the locker room located deep in the bowels of

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The Lull2 Coming to the end of the side street he hangs a left and is greeted by absolute silence. He takes a few steps before slowing down and stopping. He looks up and down Broadway. The only sound is the buzz of the street lamps, and his smoke ravaged breathing. He stands perfectly still, his eyes darting furtively around in their sockets. Walking again. Glancing around. The sushi

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This is a little something written by the MCBAIN that I just had to share! So I'm getting of the BART this morning and go through the gates and am heading towards the little café beside Virgin to get my morning caffeine. As I get near to the stairs that take me up to the street, some black guy comes up to me and asks "You got some cash or sumpin?" He's about 22-24, dressed in full on hip hop

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Rant for an Otherwise Fine Day By Jaeger So, what the hell is the deal with the constant spitting and horking in the streets anyway? Now, I don’t want to go off on a rant here but, fuck! The sun is out, the grass is green, there is a slight breeze blowing, and then from out of seemingly nowhere: hworrk – sput! Every moronic ass-clown with his ball cap on backwards is hocking up great loogies

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The Little Company That Could By Jaeger Once upon a time there was a small, Western Canadian company. Three guys in the railway industry, who were tired of working for The Man, got together and built aftermarket electronics for trains and were successful for about twenty–five years. People liked working for the three guys because they were kind, and generous, and always gave nice holiday bonus

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Top Ten reasons Q-Tron is being shut down 10. The sudden, unexpected rise of the Canadian Dollar! 9. Wabtec has little or no respect for its peons! 8. Canada’s non-involvement in the war against Hussein! 7. Jean Chrétien! 6. Head office tired of losing face because small upstart Canadian company is making too much money for them! 5. Wabtec would rather focus on their core IN

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Stoner Girl and the Man A Moody Man sat outside the great Greek Fornication Park waiting for the local Gangdelinger to arrive. Damn it’s cold! He thought as a shadowy figure approached – it was the Gangdelinger and his package. The Man took the package without comment and tipped the Gangdelinger appropriately. He held the package tightly to his chest, his eyes shifting left, then right.

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LOND HO ADVENTURES PART ONE OCTOBER 1992 Bill is a barrel-chested giant of a man with a booming voice and a booming footfall with his size fourteen Doc Martens. He loves watching CNN and debating the merits of organized religion with Christian Fundamentalists and Mormon Missionaries. He is a great guy to go out and drink with, as his mere size is usually enough to discourage any asshole from

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The Lull Stepping out into the night he stands at the end of the walk and lights up a smoke. Pause. Listening. There is silence in the streets, not a soul around. He considers for a moment hopping into the car for his errand. A moment standing in the street. Thinking. Smoking. The only sound is his ragged breathing and the rustle of his clothing. Music in his head. Something by

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Technology and Kids DO NOT MIX! What is the deal with these ignorant, irresponsible parents who seem to think its “cute” to let their bastard children piss around with the DVDs they rent? Every time I rent a DVD I end up having to wipe it down THOUROUGHLY before I can put it in my machine because some moron has let their baby use the thing as a teething ring, or smeared ice cream, or pizza

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Woke up... drifting... After a while I decide to get up. It's ten past eleven and it is absolutely time for a Pint and some breakie. I get dressed, grab my hat and brush the dust from the brim, smooth out the little red and yellow feather and plunk it on to my head. I grab a bag of garbage that sits, stinking by the door and head out. Once outside I am again assailed by winter. The cold, the

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