Turns out a friend of a friend of mine is friends with someone we all know and love. I was creeping facebook profiles the other day when I came across this photo.

‘Nuff said.

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1 joint equivalent to smoking up to 5 cigarettes: study

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These lovely flowers are now gracing the corner of my desk here at work. Thanks so much guys! You rock!

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I am not much of one for forwards, but knowing Mike’s love of haiku and his hatred of haitech, I thought this would appeal to you cats.

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
“My Novel” not found.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao-until
You bring fresh toner.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

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This is a screen shot of an actual pop-up I got last night as I installed some software to allow me to watch illegally distributed episodes of 24 on my computer. Which, in sad fact, has a larger screen than my television.

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Does everyone have the pipe handout? The handout? The one with the pipe on it? Anyone? Bells? Gongs? Buzzers?

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Ladies and gentlemen!

I’d like to introduce my future husband. This guy is a genius. Also watch his versions of Like a Prayer and Yeah!

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Ahhhhh, finally!

One more work day and then it’s HOLIDAYS!

*dances*

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Amanda: I love that you’re drinking wine out of a can. You should totally shotgun that.
Jay: I don’t think I should, actually.
Amanda: I definitely think you should. If Andrew was here he’d do it.
Jay: He would. He’d gunshoot anything in a can.

This ridiculous quote was brought to you by Nat and Matt (thanks for a wicked party, guys!) the letters J and K and the fine people at Billygoat Hill winery.

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On Erin’s prompting I am pleased to introduce you to the newest member of my family.

Now, in addition to letting me live in their house, the bank also lets me drive their shiny new car! So generous.

Sad as it is to say, the old 626, or Eleanor Rigby, as I liked to call her, has seen better days. A couple weeks ago, on a fateful trip to Harvey’s for hangover breakfast, I stalled the car. And that was the end of it. Wouldn’t start again. No way. No how. So the kindly CAA guy towed Eleanor to the Canadian Tire Auto shop. The next day they called me to tell me that she was broken. Broken to the tune of $797. So I panicked and I cried and I decided it was time to cut my losses and buy a new car. I am not known for my practicality, but even I know that spending $800 on a 13 year old car is a bad idea.

So I cried some more and then I went car shopping. I drove everything I could remotely afford and was fucking stressed out because I wasn’t really happy with anything I drove. And when you’re spending $20 000 you don’t have, that is a very stressful prospect.

Enter the Mazda 3.

Small, cute, slick, affordable. Great on gas. Transmission like buttah. Stereo controls on the steering wheel. Auxiliary port for my iPod. She is everything I could have asked for and then some. Seriously. More standard features than you can shake a stick at. Go test drive one.

The marketing for the Mazda3 is all about “delivering more of what you wanted sooner than you dreamed.” And it really does feel like that. I drive it to work in the mornings feeling like I am not responsible enough to own such a nice car. In sum? I am in love. I never got those people who were so in love with their cars. Until I drove one worth loving. Don’t get me wrong. I know that in the end a car is just a big, expensive hunk of metal to get you from A to B.

But man is this hunk of metal fun to drive. Soul of a sports car, indeed.

RIP Eleanor Rigby: 1993 - 2006

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