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Name: MacLean
Country: Canada
State: British Columbia
Metro: Vancouver
Birthday: 9/10/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Something for a Tuesday afternoon. Hot pot and lots of beer to wash it down. ʯÅö·ÊÅ£¡£¡£damn, I ate this yesterday...its good.
Chinese.
Girls.
Expertise: Being confused. More and more every day. Help me straighten out...I want to be focused even if that means I leave something behind.
Industry: Legal
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: macbrodie1@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/21/2004
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| Long time no update, so I guess I better make this one worthwhile. Actually, I'm updating because I've now linked this blog to my friendster. Yes, I know I know, friendster is full of creeps and wierdos, but Jacko's innocent, Glitter's not, and we've all fallen victim to defunktion.
So a semester later and the path of my life is revealing itself to me. It has something to do with alcohol and irony, melancholy disco, and subverting my id to the oppressive atmosphere of the Choi (my office). Somethings gotta give, and I see the sublimation seeping through already. Pay attention to details -^.
I had a personal encounter with Jesus last night. I thought it rather ironic that he should choose to reveal himself to me, as Wallace had earlier accused me (meaning white kids) of being susceptible to Jesus sightings. (aside: this isnt really ironic, but seeming as irony is so often overused, it's ironic to use ironic in describing things that arent really ironic at all.) Back to Jesus...
So I'm walking into my dormitory, a little tipsy, a lot frustrated, hardly excited by the cool breeze and the mischevious work of unnamed alcohol capitalists when all of a sudden I happen upon Jesus sitting on the bench outside the entrance to my building. And so I'm all like "hey Jesus, what's up yo?..." and Jesus hits back with "nuthin, just chillin out, tryin to get mine." Now I normally wouldnt have anything to do with Jesus, but he was drinking malt liquor and kickin back, so I thought Hell, why not pick a fight. I walk up to Jesus and grab a solid fist of beard and pop him in the nose. You'd think Jesus would be a good fighter, being a carpenter and all, but he isn't. He just breaks down and starts crying. Sobbing about the rise of secularism and all that crap. I left him there. Wasn't worth fighting a guy like that.
Moral of the story: There isn't one. I'm just susceptible to Jesus sightings based on my skin colour.
God I gotta start doing what I want and stop worrying about the orange slap-o-wack bar in the silver packaging. What happened to the cocksure, brazen devil that got me out of these ruts in the past? | | |
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They've started handing out fliers in the airport in Miami, telling tourists that they shouldn't argue with locals, or they risk getting shot.
Why would they do this?
Well, in Florida, a new gun law came into effect this saturday that allows you to 'stand your ground' if confronted. You now have no legal obligation to try to escape the scene of an altercation, but are allowed to draw your gun and open fire in public, protecting yourself and your family.
I dont think I can even begin to talk about this law.
Marginally less shocking is a new study that shows that in samples of white males and females over 30, 9 out of 10 men will become over weight, as will 7 out of 10 women.
Mac, where does all of this correlate? I'll tell you.
Here I am, year 2025, rich (hopefully, but most probably not), retired (read unemployed), and living in Florida. After years of enduring stressful tabletop encounters with broccoli, chicken (grilled), potatos (not fries), and salad (no, mom doesnt buy full fat dressing, just the really runny stuff), I have moved on to greater meals, and greater portions of greater meals. I have also taken the time to move my TV into the kitchen and my computer into the family room to keep up my efficiency. Multi-tasking to me means eating fried chicken, drinking coke, watching TV (includinp PIP), and surfing the internet for porn, all while yelling at my neighbour. In the apparel area, I have also upped my efficiency by only wearing a wife-beater all week (for those of you unfamiliar with the idea of a 'wife-beater' I refer you to COPS.) Washing the outer layers could take away from my multi-tasking. On the rare occassion that i do go out in public, I risk being berated for my slovenly appearance, bad attitude, and general uncleanly attitudes. No worries, I have a gun. Should I be offended by someone crossing my path, or maybe by chance being the offender in the situation, I wont need to stress myself by running too fast or too far. I wont even have to walk away in an awkward waddle or belly roll. Bang Bang.
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| - New York GrooveWell. Prompted by a new friend, I was compelled to return to the heyday of my blogging and saw how ridiculous it all was. The great part is that even though it never documented my life in the least, it triggers memories exact and otherwise unconnected to the flow of my life.
If you read back a ways in my blog, you can see that I accepted an offer to be a part of the UBC Institute of Asian Research's Masters in Asian Pacific Policy Studies program. wow...took a long time to say, but all it means is that I'm back in school today. I guess that also accounts for my willingness to sit in front of the computer for this extended period.
So...Mundane is the new punk, and my pineapple souffle tastes great, so all that you've missed is an incredible, life changing, mind-bending, physical-limit-testing, move to nowheresville. Vancouver sucks. The people aren't rude, but they're certainly not friendly. The only friendly people are the bums (yes i can call them that) and I wouldnt give them any money. Some of the bums here even have two or three pets. What kind of broke bastard wouldn't eat his dog if he didnt have enough food around the house. Say what you want, but i was born an omnivore, and I'll go out an omnivore.
Yes, I'm Back, Back in the New York Groove.
Fire Back soon.
Mac
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| From the NYTimes.
In its April Fools' Day issue, Scientific American published a spoof editorial in which it apologized for endorsing the theory of evolution just because it's "the unifying concept for all of biology and one of the greatest scientific ideas of all time," saying that "as editors, we had no business being persuaded by mountains of evidence." And it conceded that it had succumbed "to the easy mistake of thinking that scientists understand their fields better than, say, U.S. senators or best-selling novelists do."
Scientists are much funnier than everyone else. Its funny cause its sad. I wonder if this guy was laughing or cursing when he wrote this article. | | |
| So Gary thought he had me. " I thought being an over-read opinionated jerk was your mission statement." Wrong. It should read "opinionated jerk." the reading part fell off the back of the boat somewhere around the Bermuda triangle.
Dads found a new prison. He doesnt realize how liberating it can be to be homeless. I mean really. Developing no roots and blowing along like a tumbleweed in the hot dry wind of our life is quite appealing. It also makes me a little more ebrasive. Now you're probably thinking "what a dope, he spelled abrasive with an e," but I fooled you by correcting it in this aside in the middle of my papragraph. I hope Mr Wallet realizes that I will sleep in a tent in his backyard.
I'm sitting here waiting for my next opportunity to teach. Wow, this sucks. Teaching isnt the worst job I've ever had, but it ranks significantly behind putting sprinklers in the ground on the satisfaction scale. Mighty respect.
I guess its UBC for me. I still feel the dread of going back to school...but once I get there I'll realize it for what it is and there shouldnt be any troubles. School's a playground for the underachievers of our society. When I'm done I'll be able to argue real well, and then none of you will talk to me again. Mission accomplished.
Connor's gay, he likes boys.
Melissa's crazy, she celebrates easter.
Bye for now. | | |
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