so I was in the shower today and I could actually see my hair. I haven't seen my hair (other than in a mirror) since grade 11. It was very exciting.


on another note, is anyone doing anything for Halloween? Do we want to do something for Halloween?

Dammit, Jer beat me by just a fraction of two minutes. Oh well, I guess that's to be expected when you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, while the rest of us while away the evenings sitting in the bar at Chile's eating wings and enjoying eachothers company. Poor Jer, I shouldn't say that. It gives a false image of how much fun we're having without him. Oh well, he's all the way over there and can't do anything about it!

GAAAAK! It seems that no one has posted a message since three yesterday. This must be rectified. We must do something about it. Quickly everyone, start to panic. Our freedom must be at stake. We must first contemplate bombing someone, or failing that, form a commity to study the problem at great length and cost to come up with a report tailored to our political views. Either way though, we win and the taxpayer gets screwed over. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love bad political commentaries.

Well, look at me! Matt Badry... yup here and well, even though I changed my URL to Jeremy's to conceal my identity, Oh wait... now don't I feel dumm.
I like cheese and radishes and Ice cream... yeah that's it ice cream... in fact I invented ice cream, back when there was nothing but Jeremy, Paris, scotty and poop... yeah that's the tickett. french-indian poo fuck cream.

Well another disappointing day for the lottery pool.
Of 10 quick picks:
2 had 2 correct numbers
5 had 1 correct number
3 had 0 correct numbers
Which means we win the peice of paper they were printed on.
hmmm... I can't help thinking it would be more effective to put a dollar a week into some high risk penny stock, then it can grow like Bre-X!

If you think the McDonald's-Hot Coffee lawsuit was bad, think again. There are worse lawsuits tying up the legal system. Remember the song "Barbie Girl"? A lawsuit about that has been tying up courst since 1997. It has just been resolved. Check out nine others here:
2003 Dumb-Ass Lawsuits.

Hey Keri]

you forgot to mention how you burned my arm with the iron and i STILL did all of this for you
:)Just kidding:)

but i still have a mark

Has anyone found Nemo yet?
If not don't worry 'cause he's right here

You know it's really weird when your glasses break and you don't have any contacts in hand (or not at that moment, and then you have to drive. it makes computer screens really big too.

Well, last night was another eventful night down at the ol' Granite Curling Club for our home team. Before the test began, a dramatic roster change was made with the addition of a veteran skip named 'Angela'. Considerably more female than the teams last skip, they could now definately call themselves a real mixed team.
The evenings formidable opponent was a team of over-all clad ruffians that looked as if they quite possibly had fought their way out of the gutter in search of food. In fact, based on thier unsightly scars and ugly, ugly faces one could be sure they had done just that. Unphased by their own lack of uniforms, our team could only hope for a win by rivaling the gutter-rats hunger for victory. Despite taking an early lead over the rustic gutter-vagrants, the home team heros were ripped away from gorging at the buffet table of victory by giving up a devastating 4 point 4rth end.
The game continued to deteriorate further as the two teams clawed and gnawed at each other for the lead. Verbal exchanges and bloody knife fights highlighted the 6th and 7th end until both the Skip and Beck were able to overcome competitve rage by thrashing it out on any hapless brooms. At the end of the 8th end, the two teams had carved out an unsatisfying tie. And with the VORACIOUS appetites for winning that these two teams had, only a draw to the button duel by the skips would settle such a bout. In an opportunity to prove herself, and forever win the support of her team, Angela unfortunately threw the stone through the house, leaving room for the other skip to place his stone... anywhere at all. And after said skip did place his rock directly on the button, our team was thrown dejectedly into the proverbial gutters of loss. Content with another to share the pain with, the team set any hard-feelings and looked to the future, to the chance to gorge again at the elusive table of victory.