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The guy in the theatre is shouting "Don't tease me, bro!" because they're about to show movie trailers and teasers!

Dance Monkey! Dance!

Christmas is the time we wrack our brains pretending we all have the love-language of Gifts.

I have become rather non-materialistic over the last few years. I don't want more stuff. I have enough stuff. I have too much stuff! If there is anything I want I can probably afford to buy it myself. If I can't afford it, then neither can anyone in my family.

I suggested to my parents that maybe this year we could do something different. "Let's have a gift-free Christmas." They talked with my brother and sister. They agreed it was a good idea.

Then they decided we should do something different this year instead of gifts. We're going to share our gifts (or talents) with each other. My brother is going to do something with the guitar. I'm not sure what my sister will do, but my parents do have some suggestions for her.

My talents tend to be of a different kind. I'm a good programmer, but I wouldn't be able to come up with a cool program in a month's time.

Some people tell me they enjoy my (blog) writing. That's fine, but I don't see me writing a blog entry for my family. (I don't think any of them even read this blog.)

I play drums, but drums are more of a back-up instrument, and my drums are (staying) in Ottawa. There are no drums for me in Halifax.

I play guitar. Brother Jack is playing guitar for his talent. If I do that too, there's always going to be that comparison thing. He's a better guitarist than I am. Furthermore, I play acoustic guitar, and mine is staying in Ottawa. Jack has 2 electric guitars.

I'm good at getting people to switch over to Apple computers. But I've already demonstrated that to the family. They all have Macs now.

I'm the fastest ATM user I know. It's hard to demonstrate that in a talent show.

My mother suggested I do a sketch and frame it. But, really, I just doodle on styrofoam and call it "art". I do find it funny that my mom suggested that. Growing up, my brother was the good artist. Not me. When I first showed them my coffee cup art, they said "What? We thought Jack was the artist in the family!"

What do you suggest?

Test blog post

Testing something new.....nevermind this blog....all your base are belong to us!

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The Sandwich is saying to the chef "Don't mayonnaise me, bro!"

My New Hobby And An Old One

It is now November. The days are getting shorter. The weather is starting to get worse. When it precipitates, it could be snow, hail, freezing rain, or a mixture. As this becomes the norm for the next few months I won't be doing any flying. The days are too short for me to fly after work. I've decided to study for the Private Pilot's written exam.

Studying for the written exam is like being back in school. There's reading, note taking, memorization, and the information I'm memorizing has a loose connection to something in reality. After learning to actually fly an aeroplane, this book stuff is pretty boring.

In doing this studying for my new hobby, I've discovered an old hobby I had when I went to school: procrastinating. When I finished school a couple of years ago I stopped watching TV. I stopped watching movies. When people would ask me "What shows do you watch?" I'd say "I don't watch TV. I'm too busy living." People would talk about computer/video games. Same thing. I didn't play those games. I was too busy living.

Now that I have studying to procrastinate from, I'm watching TV again. I saw three movies this weekend. I've even started playing video games again. I've beaten Zelda; the first and second quests. I'm working on Link. I've rediscovered Spy vs. Spy. I've even cleaned my room! Twice! That hasn't happened since I was in chemistry!

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This guy is saying "Don't erase me,bro! mate!

Today's post requires a bit of explanation.

In discussing my "Don't *aze me, bro!" series of Coffee Cup Art, a friend from Australia suggested "Don't erase me, bro!" I said "But 'erase' doesn't really rhyme with 'taze'." She said it did. I showed the rest of her family an eraser and asked them to tell me what it was and what it was used for. I also asked other Canadians.

Indeed, the Canadians pronounced "erase" like it rhymes with "lace", and the Australians pronounced it like it rhymes with "taze".

So, I decided to do draw it as an homage to Australia. The guy being erased is saying "mate" instead of "bro."

While standing in Canada I tend not to lean at all. My angle with the Earth is pretty much exactly 90 degrees. Therefore, Canada must be at the very top of the globe. Australia is on the opposite side of the globe as Canada. Therefore, Australia must be at the very bottom of the globe. Therefore I assume they must all walk around upside-down. I don't know how they don't fall off the planet. Magnetic boots, perhaps? Perhaps it's some evolutionary thing? Dropping things must suck because whatever you dropped would just fall off the Earth and into space.

I kid! I kid! I went to school in Canada! Not the USA! (Ba-Zing!)

Actually, the worst thing about drawing this one upside down was the lap full of scalding hot coffee I received. Looks like it's time to sue.

I kid! I kid! I'm from Canada! Not the USA! (Ba-Zing!)

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