I am officially sick, but have been doing loads of crap over the last week. Today, I had nothing to do. So I stayed in bed till 5, got up, got some food, the laptop and the cat, and now I'm back in bed. I feel a little guilty, but screw it! It feels good

Hold the joystick bit of the nunchuk backwards when you press the Z button and it will go back then.

Also, a tip (if you've not got it yet - its no great arcanary); if you hold the Z button down you don't let go of the shell/banana - very handy if someone's lobbed a red shell at you.

Sometimes it's Corel.

I went to a butterfly museum while I was home last week and this is a picture of a butterfly I saw. There are more where this comes from too.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Radio-Internet Radio;

I know that you spend long sleepless hours every night desperately trying to figure out what the perfect radio format would be. As a fellow insomniac, I totally sympathize. In an effort to rest your weary thoughts, I have attached a list of what I would like to hear played on "MY" radio station. When you get it up and running, just send the the URL or frequency address. I know you'll give this your full attention, so I'll be anxiously awaiting your reply.

Love,
Alice

Attachment 1: The Perfect Radio Format

Oingo Boingo
Peter Murphy
Dan Fogelberg
Weird Al Yankovick
Dead Can Dance
Death Cab for Cutie
Rob Zombie
David Bowie
Cocteau Twins
Billy Joel
Ben Folds
Siouxie and the Banshees
Kodo
Danny Elfman
Cyndi Lauper
Michael Jackson (80's ONLY!)
Now that I think about it, just throw in most of the 80's pop... with all the sucky bits picked out, please.
The Cure
Bauhaus

The other day I emailed Boston Pizza to complain about their fettuccine alfredo. The sauce quite literally tastes like Elmer's glue. The corporate "Guest Services Manager" emailed me today that he was forwarding my comments to the Franchisee and Management team of the local restaurant. Twenty minutes later, the "Managing Partner" of the restaurant emailed me asking me to call him to discuss my recent visit.

I haven't yet decided whether to respond; after all, the only thing I wanted to do was tell them that their alfredo sauce sucks. Meh.

I had the same kind of thing happen. At a resturaunt the other evening I had a tiger prawn starter. It was horrible. The prawns were tiny, over cooked, cold and still had the little black intestine in them, which put me off. Though I would have eaten them if they'd been decently cooked. So I left them. The waitress asked me was anything wrong, I just said they weren't really to my taste, and that no, I didn't want a replacement starter, I'd just continue with my meal. Suddenly a manger came over and started grilling me on it. I wasn't making a fuss, I just didn't like them. So I told her that, she kept pressing, almost accusing me of being fussy. I really didn't want a big thing about it, I was happy to continue, I didn't even want my money back. She stalked off anyway, and said "Hopefully you'll eat your main" b***h.

Prawn...thats Shrimp in the UK right?

Just look at it. It's photoshopped all over - and not even well done.

No. Prawns and shrimps are two different creatures. It's just that you guys like to call prawns shrimps.

Shrimps and Prawns

King Prawn:

King Prawn:

<a href='http://www.plime.com/redir.p?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2Aj4Eg0imA' class='plime' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'><b>flash video</b></a>

We just fund $11 in the dryer.




We're rich!

I'm exploring my new city. I live 5 blocks from a liquor store, 3 blocks from a kick-ass bar, 4 blocks from a kick-ass pub, 5 blocks from a kick-ass pub with a ROOF-TOP PATIO!! YEAH!!! and 6 blocks from my favourite shopping in the city.

Downtown rocks!

Day One: Monday- 3:12 p.m.

Day one of our perilous journey. No signs of life yet- none at all. The future is looking dark. We can only hope for survival.

Day Two: Tuesday 2:18 p.m.
Day two of our hazardous expedition. The ship mysteriously burst into flame today. We still have no idea why. We have not seen any life firsthand, though we are seeing signs of the local nomadic tribes. Some of the crew are floating in the water. They haven't moved for at least a half wind turn. My instinct tells me that they are dead. There is nearly zero chance of their survival. Others of the crew are fraternizing with the goats down in the ship hold. I am concerned with their sanity.

Um, what?
o.0
Is that a book? I want to read!

My house no longer smells like smoke.

No. It is a story i am writing. once done, depending on how high the upvotes get,and how many people comment on this comment, ill post the whole thing as a thread.

so if you want to see it as a thread please reply...

If you do not post it as a thread, I will have thugs bearing lead pipes break into your house to administer sweet justice.

Oh dude, hell yea! It sounds awesome!