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So I follow a blog called well.. Things 90s Kids Realize. You can also follow them here. Now, personally when I look in to some things, I find that this blog writer is misinformed when it comes to behind the scenes sometimes [mainly for cartoons. I would like to point out I commented on his Realization # 76 about being wrong and that Christine Cavanaugh did not voice Chuckie Finster of Rugrats but our loveable Nancy Cartwright, who voices well known Bart Simpson, did with followed up proof, right here at IMDB and my comment was never accepted. I guess some people can't stand to be wrong.], but I accept it and move on. [I never read it for more than the nostalgia phase. I have a greater range of knowledge on some things than the writer does and probably could stomp them to the ground with a more accurate opinion, but I'll bite my tongue and let them have their fun in the sun.] I just read a more recent post from him about song writer, singer and producer Mike Posner was apparently a 90s Kid himself and did a questionaire. [Read his questionaire here.] After I read it, I kind of wanted to do the questionaire myself. So below are my answers. If you yourself are a 90's Kid, feel free to do the questionaire yourself! I'm looking at you Craving Cupcakes and Playpen!

QUESTIONS:What animated 90s character would you like to chill with?: Most definitley Beavis and Butthead. Those guys know how to party. Nyha.
What is your proudest video game accomplishment?: I've been over this before and I'll say it again. Zombies Ate My Neighbours was a fantastic game. But I'm gonna be honest, Mortal Kombat is a game and will always be a game no little kid in this day and age will ever have the chance of battling me at. Button mash all you want. You will never beat the block, block, duck, upper-cut technique.
What 90s show or cartoon would people be surprised to know that you watched?: At this rate, nothing will surprise anybody. But Boy Meets World all day long. That show raised me. But if you want to know something I watched religiously, Care Bears and Sailor Moon. 
Who is the sexiest female cartoon character and why?: Sailor Moon. Quite frankly, she was tough, she wore that sexy little skirt and well, the perverted little boy in me says you could see up that skirt. Disgusting? Yeah, but I dare you to find a little boy at anytime that, regardless if they're cartoon or real, who isn't secretley turned on by any shot of underwear, and brag to their friends that they saw it? Exactly. 
Who is your childhood crush?: Childhood crush? I had many childhood crushes in my life but if we're talking about people we knew, my sister's friend Kendra. She had what my sister likes to call now-a-days "Bodacious Tah-Tahs". How can one resist? Celebrity crush? Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Nuff' said.
What 90s videogame has robbed you of the most hours of your life?: Too many of them thats for sure. But like Mike Posner, I played A LOT of NBA Jam. Granted, my cousin destroyed me at that. He remembered all his codes to reload his old profile. He got far in that game. If it wasn't NBA Jam, then Mario World 3 takes the cake.
What is your favorite 90s sports moment?: I'm going to be honest, sports was never my ideal television program. But something I lived through was Floor Hockey back in the day. My friend's dad was trying to teach me a proper slap shot and I whacked him in the face with my stick. He laughed and told me I had a great shot. That was probably my favourite sports moment.
Which 90s one-hit wonders can be found on your iPod?: Every Eminem song you can think of. I don't have my iPod on me so past that I couldn't tell you.
What 90s cartoon character is most like Dynamite White and why? Chuckie Finster. Hermit like, paranoid. Always going along with the plan even if it gets him in trouble.
How did you handle Mufasa’s death? Think of my life like Pheobe from friends. She got sheltered from Ol'Yeller because the ending was so sad. I was never sheltered from the death, I just acted like it wasn't there.
What was your signature cereal and cartoon on Saturday mornings?: Alphabets and Doug. Perfect combination. Mix in some Teenage Muntant Ninja Turtles and maybe Arthur always made me say Hey! What a wonderful kind of day!
When was the last time you felt nostalgic?: Every day of my life. When I'm not working or passed out at my friend's or girlfriend's, I'm always forever watching television and I realize there is never anything good on. 90's had a knack for something always being on.
FAVORITES:90s Cartoon: Rugrats
90s TV Show: Boy Meets World & Even Stevens90s Game Show: Uh Oh!...or [and this is before my time] Family Feud.
90s Movie: Angels in the Outfield
90s Musician: Sum 41 & Simple Plan
90s Song: I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan & Fat Lip - Sum 41
90s Toy: Wrestling action figures... or those little green army men. Y'know, like the ones in Toy Story
90s Shoes or Clothing: I always wore and still wear Zellers Request stuff. Oh, and Tommy Hilfiger.
90s Book: Any and all Goose Bumps books.
OPTIONS:
Patty Mayonnaise or Topanga Lawrence?
Topanga Lawrence. Who ever didn't like her, you're a terrible person.
X-Men or Ninja Turtles? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. [Turtles in a half shell.] I always had one shell of a time!
Batman or Spiderman? Both. Spiderman had super-powers and stuff, but Batman had a utility belt! Batman in the end was more realistic when it came to saving the day but both great super-hereos none the less.
Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis? Super Nintendo. Hands down. Fuck off Mike Posner.
WWF or WCW? Now we're getting in to something. WWF in something called the "Attitude Era" is really a hands down win. But, and this is a fact, WCW influenced the Attitude Era so for that, WCW wins in my books.
Goosebumps or Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark? Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark? I have never heard of this. If they're talking about Freaky Stories, or Are You Afraid of the Dark then they are both great shows. But [and I totally just googled this] when it comes to the books, I can only choose Goosebumps. I guess I'm going to have to pick up a couple of these books.
Fruit Gushers, Fruit By The Foot or Fruit Roll-ups? Fruit Gushers. My sister buys these for her kid all the time. And fruit by the foot. I always eat the Gushers. Especially the blue ones. They're totally the best. I guess I'm going to have to pick up a box.
Better leader: Tommy Pickles or TJ Detweiler? Now TJ was great. But come on, Tommy had so much influence on his group. Gus was another Chuckie, but the problem is, Gus would barely do half the things. He would chicken out, have some sort of ephinany, but that wouldn't always give him more will power. Chuckie always cried about Tommy's plans but would stand by him. Thats what a true leader his. A man who, even though he has a stupid plan, can still have a team to back him up.
Biggest bitch: Angelica Pickles or Helga Pataki? Angelica Pickles.  Sure Helga was a bitch, but she had a crush on Arnold. Angelica in the end got a lump of coal in her dream house if you don't remember. That has to scream biggest bitch in the world.

More Mike Posner at: MikePosner.com, Twitter, Facebook
More Things 90s Kids Realize at: Twitter, Facebook 

 --Too Much Thought

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I just don't give a fuck. Okay well, actually I'm starting to. I bet Eminem doesn't even after all these years with multi-platinum records but when your favourite artist stands there and gives and gives and never gets anything but criticism?

I guess that has no real context unless I explain it first. Every now and again on my free time, I look up a lot of stuff on YouTube. Some times it makes my day and other times it makes me real nostalgic which is always nice. I'll watch stupid animal videos of them being cute, old wrestling clips from long ago but my 'recommended for you' there tends to be a lot of Eminem, concerts, music videos and so on. Now as much as I enjoy the videos, the comments start to get really annoying as of late due to his recent album 'Recovery.' And those are just YouTube comments from random people I have no interest in talking to. There are also a lot of my Facebook friends who like to get in on the action and be one of those hipster kids who always say the same things. Either 'I knew them before they were mainstream.' OR 'Now that they're mainstream, I no longer like them.' Of course, these sayings can be and will be said differently as to not seem to be going with the crowd, and so that you won't think too hard and look at them like a total moron but if you give it even a moment of thought, it all boils down to one of those sayings and they are all morons for having that remote opinion. I mean, every opinion counts. But if you're a hipster full of douchebagetry, just shut up and stop talking. You're one person in the universe nobody has any interest in talking to.

Now what is mainstream? Apparently its being a pop-sensation. So if you go on a track with the likes of Drake, Lil' Wayne, or Kanye West you're not worth listening to anymore. Does anybody understand how much that bothers me? I can't stand Lil' Wayne but thats for my own personal reasons. Just because Eminem goes on track with him doesn't mean I can't stand Eminem anymore. Just because he raps with another terrible rapper, shouldn't hurt anybody's opinion of him. But does it? Again, stupidly it does and those people it bothers should never be allowed to have a stupid opinion like that. Eminem is still the greatest rapper out there and can kill it any day of the week, on or off drugs and I have no idea why people can't get past that. Oh right, they're hipsters for that exact reason. Fucking amateurs.

Now there is only one real reason I will ever discredit an artist. Her name [so far] is Avril Lavigne. From punk-rock to bubblegum pop now that is a substanial jump. Thats something to hate on her about and I will only allow an opinon to change about a certain artist. If she made a rap-core song with Lil' Wayne and she sounds exactly like she did before? I wouldn't hate her for it at all. So to all the haters I ask for one thing; reasoning. What makes Eminem worse than before? Getting over the fact that Eminem and Lil' Wayne did a track together and Eminem is... "mainstream" what makes him not as a good? His rhymes still flow the same. He's still hilarious [when he wants to be]. I see nothing wrong besides the fact that people can't get over the fact he did a few songs with a few artists people can't stand. And I have to say, if thats your only argument, you really are more stupid than you think.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY TWENTY SEVEN

Question: You know you're doing cake donuts today right?
Answer: Wanna make a bet?

DAY TWENTY EIGHT

Question: Are you ready for more cake donuts?
Answer: Really? Second day in a row? I know I'm good at what I do, but come on people. I hate making cake donuts. Its really one of the biggest bothers of my job. That and topping the cheese bagels.

DAY TWENTY NINE

Question: Hey wanna play the new map of zombies?
Answer: You actually bought it? Thanks for wasting fifteen bucks on my behalf. Appreciate it.

DAY THIRTY
Question: Are you still up?
Answer: We'll play on the weekend.

And you know what my brother does? Doesn't come on all weekend! Oh well. Atleast I've got enough practice to carry his ass through that level! Anyways. The picture above describes this post in all its glory. Now I know what you're thinking. "Didn't you already do a blog about meat?" I have a simple answer to that. Yes I did. But it went in to why I love meat and why I hate vegans. Nothing about strictly the facts of why I like meat and why everyone should eat it. I know it goes against some people's morals but you honestly don't believe you can survive on leafy greens and carrots do you? Even some vegans know that which is why they convert to something known as a "Part-Vegetarian." I thought it was a weird concept too but there are people out there with the thought process of a sane person, living like an insane one. I believe [I haven't done my research, this is just strictly word of mouth] that once a month for about three days, a part-vegetarian, although hates the thought of consuming animals, knows his or her body can not survive on just vegetables alone. I'm not saying its completely impossible. Its not as if your stomach will consume itself from starvation. But lets be real, there are some vitamins and proteins you can't get from stuffing your face with a giant mushroom. So for these three days to about a week out of a month [kind of like a menstrual cycle if you will] these people binge out on meat, gathering up their vitamins and minerals they need essentially and after the feast, they go back to living their "healthy" life styles. Again, odd concept I know, but not all vegetarians and vegans are completely in to that nonsense!

But enough about them. What I kind of wanted to get out is why we need meat, why we eat meat and why I love it so damn much! as the above paragraph explained, it gives you some many rich nutrients and vitamins from each little bite its insane. Thats why doctors recommend it, most of the time anyways. Sure they tell people to stay away from the fatty parts of the meat, or stay away from those red meats, but beyond that its never "don't eat meat!". If my doctor told me that, guess what? I'd go find a new fucking doctor because that one is clearly clinically insane. But in all honesty you do get certain things from it. Thats why nutrionists still have it apart of out "food groups" cycle. Honestly, its meat, meat by products or even meat substitutions weren't good for us to consume, even for the tiniest bit, the government would have stepped in already and put a ban on in it as much as they do cigerettes. [Lets face it. They need money and meat is a sale that will never go away.]

Now moving on to probably my only real argument to settle this discretion between us carnivorus omnivours and those destatingly consisten herbivores. Its a little something called the food chain. Now I know many of you have heard of this thing of beauty and I know many of you don't believe in it. But there are still some people out there who lack the knowledge of the food chain so lets go over it shall we? A food chain is a chain, in order from top to bottom the most dominant to the most inferior, which concludes what animals prey on what, which one has a bigger appetite and quite frankly deserves to be as high as they are. Now you're probably wondering, whos on top of this food chain? I'm glad you asked. One word; humans. Us humans are at the top of the chain and for good reason. Hand to hand combat against a bear or a mountain lion, we lose that battle most of the time. Something a little less than eighty percent but substantially higher than no percentage. But thats only hand combat, which means we humans would end up finding a rock or a stick and end up trying to end that battle. But thank god for evolution right? Evolution, being animals starting with microbes, working its way to fish, monkeys and eventually us, has given us the knowledge and skill to learn from mistakes like hand to hand combat with a bear. So what does that mean? That means we have the ability to create things like guns that help protect us meaning that eighty percentage we were losing, turns in to almost a hundred percent of winning.Thats the lovely thing about the food chain. We're on top because of our advanced skills against the lions and tigers and bears.. OH MY!

Now I know that sounds a little harsh. It is and thats the point. Because the world is a harsh place. We have advanced skills over every other animal and in instinct, it is our right to kill those who are inferior to us. Why? Due to the food chain, the natural one with unwritten rules of code, there are no vegan animals. All animals are almost naturally carnivorous. [I say this with extreme caution because there are herbivores still out there today, but a lot of them are still turning in to the lovely section of omnivour!] So that means when a bear gets hungry, its going to go out, eat some berries for an appetizer and then go kill a rabbit for dinner. Why? Natural selection and the natural food chain that says "I"m bigger and more advanced than that animal, I get to kill it." And its true. I mean, just because you're a good person who doesn't kill anything as live stock, eat right and stay as healthy as you can, doesn't mean if you came face to face with a bear, it wouldn't swipe you in half with its claws because you smell like a bad cabbage roll. Infact, because you smell like that, it'll swipe at you and leave you after that because it would assume you were already dead.

In the end thats why I eat meat and believe we should all eat it. Why? Because you want to talk organic measures, plants are the future, cows are not yet the true organic nature is inside you. Its that instinct inside you that says "that pig would make excellent bacon. KILL!" And vegans can't say they don't have that feeling inside them. They just control it better than you or I. And that my friend, that is whats really unnatural.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY TWENTY FOUR


Question: Did you face-time Aaron yet?
Answer: Asshole didn't answer the first three times I called him. Something about getting busted by the police for drifting. I miss that kid.

DAY TWENTY FIVE


Question: What should I do?
Answer: Cut them a sizeable piece of pie and let them share it.

DAY TWENTY SIX

Question: Did you still want to watch a movie?
Answer: The kid is up and my movie choice is inappropriate. Dammit!

You'd think with the picture above, Associated Cab right here in Calgary would be simple to get right? WRONG. A couple days ago, the girlfriend and I had decided we were going to make dinner but lo' and behold we lacked the certain ingredients. So we headed off to Safeway in the blistering cold to go get them, luckily it was only down the hill. The problem was, we were both so cold we didn't want to walk back up that hill so after our shopping adventure we decided we were going to take a cab home. 

Now here in Calgary, Associated has one rights to all certain stops when it comes down to the cab companies waiting. I mean, we as citizens and entrepeneurs who feel the need to pursue the dream in cabbing have the right to call or own a cab stand, but when it comes to waiting for fares at the Airport or Bus stations or grocery stores with "Curtosey Phones", Associated won legal rights all over Calgary, unless of course, requested by a partant otherwise. Now why would they win? You would think in this legal battle, something along the lines of "higher technology" in their cars and a "higher request rate" and "fast cab times" would have come up right? Well atleast, I thought so. And again, you would be wrong. Every Associated Cab I have ever taken never has the "Interac" technology, anytime I call, I get them BEFORE I ever get a cab company I actually want, and yet on this particular night, their "second in line" gets to wait an entire hour before they get a cab!

Now I guess I can't complain. In the end, I can continue to prove my favourite cab company Yellow Checker Cab is the much superior company, regardless of how long it takes to get connected to their service. When they say fifteen minutes, you get it in fifteen minutes UNLESS of course wait times are long. Why would they be long? Superiorty is key isn't it? Exactly. As much as I hate Associated, I'm glad they have the rights to certain places in the city. Why? That means I never have to call them because I know I'm not high on their priority list since I'm not at a bus station or airport. Know who does care? Yellow Checker Cab. But please, don't call them. I need to get a way some how and since I don't drive, I don't need you people taking up my wait time!

--Too Much Thought

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DAY TWENTY ONE


Question: Why can't we be friends?
Answer: Because you smell.


DAY TWENTY TWO


Question: What the hell is wrong with this world?
Answer: Do you really want me to answer that?

DAY TWENTY THREE

Question: What do you think your time will be?
Answer: I couldn't answer that. Considering that team only had to finish, not beat a specific time and they still lost.

So if you haven't gathered by now, I live in Calgary. Its an alright place, I wouldn't care to die here but currently I have no choice. I'm not saying its terrible here, but I'm a small town boy really. I like the places where everybody knows everybody like back in the small town I used to live in. I was pretty much famous among such a small group of people. Whether it was for good things or bad choices is something thats discussable but the fact is I had a name. I was a somebody. Here? I'm just one in a million.  But thats not what this is about. This is about something a little more.

Restaurants. We all go to them and we all know of one little restaurant or cafe that should probably be a chain because its so good at making the food it does, but you're glad it isn't because well, lets face it. When a big corporation gets bigger, they bring little heart to their food and it essentially ruins the establishment. We don't want that. The only problem is the fact that when it isn't something big like a McDonalds or a Starbucks, it usually gets choked out by competition. Regardless of how amazing the food is or the coffee tastes, it eventually is no match for something much bigger, much more expensive and something substantially less tasteful. Lets take my small town for example. Theres a small chinese canadian restaurant called the Pine Cafe. It is full of canadian food like hamburgers and chicken and veal and what not that we are all used to and love. But it also has some chinese choices as well as an entire smorgesborge of food from both countries. Its been there for since I could remember and quite frankly, I believe its not going anywhere for a good ammount of time still. But what does this have to do with anything?

Here in Calgary, there are tons of great places to eat. Or atleast were. Essentially when it comes down to it, Chinese food is the "in" thing among people and we all know of places where to get, or you used to get great chinese food until ownership changed hands or the place was just sold. The problem is now in Calgary, you can't get good chinese food anywhere, unless you go out of your way to get it. Everywhere you turn, that mexican restaurant, that hotdog place, that chinese place that used to be there that you loved so much, has turned in to a Vietamanese place. Now why does this bother me? I am going to be so bold here to say I have never eaten Vietamanese food and not really for good reason past I have never had the "craving". And now? Its coming down to I have no other choice in this city but to accept it and eat it. Why does it bother me? I like variety. I like indian food, chinese food, mexican food when I'm in the mood for that stuff. Now, you can't get that stuff. You have to settle for stuff from Vietnam. How is that good for anyone?

I'm not bad mouthing the Vietmanese people in any way, don't get me wrong. What I'm saying is maybe we need to stand up for variety? How many Ukrainian places do you know of in this city? I know two maybe at that. We need some new flavours in this city. I wonder if I can start a petition? I'll get back to you on that.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY EIGHTTEEN

Question: Were you late at all?
Answer: Yes, I was late and went home and never told you. Are you crazy? I'm at work mother, I don't need to tell you everything in my life do I?

DAY NINETEEN

Question: Are you done yet?
Answer: One more game.

DAY TWENTY

Question: Are you still at my place?
Answer: Yes, yes I am. Well... not anymore. But I was. I assure you. Holy shit, ten more days and then I won't "have" to blog everyday! But I shall keep you guys updated, don't worry about that. Still tweeting like everyday. So thats better than nothing.

Now for those of you who know me, I am an avid meat eater. Lately, I've been going to the gym to work off that extra poundage and gain some extra muscle, rather than being skinny and fat filled. But all of my life, regardless of being in shape or not, I've always heard how unhealthy meat is. I've always heard how I need to eat salads, fruits and vegetables and all that good stuff. No fatty foods, or sugar or this or that. Of course, some of this is true and I know it. I do eat salad when I feel the need and [regardless to popular belief] I do love fruits. Watermelon, grapes, strawberries, bananas, kiwis. All of them. Maybe a little bit of sugar, but if not they're still good! And of course, I still hear the end of everything because my family doesn't believe I attempt to eat healthily. 

Now this could be done for a variety of reasons. I used to have a small addiction to soda. I never really touched the fruit as a child in our fridge thus they usually always went bad. [Except those little Christmas Tangerines. I love those!] Or maybe its cause I can eat a pound of bacon in one sitting. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. But seriously. The whole bacon situation isn't healthy and I know that, but its not as if I eat bacon everyday and its not as if I eat it so often, a pound is bad for me. I only eat the pound of bacon at my sister's place and thats only usually when I sleep over there and she buys it for me to make for myself for breakfast. Its not a healthy habit, but its still like... a small treat for myself! And we're all allowed to have our small treats aren't we? Our guilty pleasures? The things that go straight to our thighs and yet we don't care because we love it so much! So there is no judging me. Well... okay you can judge a little. I'm pretty sure a chocolate peanut butter cupcake isn't as bad as a pound of bacon. But the category that they're in, you can't judge on those basis. Moving on.

I'm a meat-a-tarian. I love meat and I hate hearing about how bad it is for me. Now this isn't exactly always personal people in my life telling me how bad it is, but theres always those damned vegetarians somewhere, telling me how bad meat is, how you get nothing essential from it, how it hurts the animals and you should just eat greens and be a good boy and girl! The only problem is, you get tons of nutrients and vitamins from meat [I know you get more bad stuff from that pound of bacon but hey, I can't help it!] and without domesticating and slaughtering animals, they would be over-populated and quite frankly, eat each other. So if they are going to use their tribal instincts to eat each other, why can't we, and use more than primal intellegence to do it? its cheating the animal kingdom sure, but thats why we're on top!

So next time you come up to me, telling me how I should live my life, change my eating habits and all that jazz, I'm going to remind you how good meat tastes and how horrible your iron and vitamin pills taste and we'll see who wins the arguement because in the end, both of those things are doing the same thing, one is just more enjoyable than the other. I'll take that hamburger now please, and please, skip the salad.

--Too Much Thought

[PS. To those who lack the knowledge of the above photo, its something called an Animal Burger only at your local A&W. Check it out sometime!]

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DAY FIFTEEN

Question: Is it the 24th today?

Answer: It wasn't yesterday, but today it was. All day.

Can you believe it? Half way through the question series already! But thats not what this is about. Today, I couldn't think of a thing to rant about. I've been lacking on real rants lately and for not having a blog that long, its a pretty big deal. If I can't keep up with even myself, how am I supposed to please the public? I mean, during that bloggers meet up the other day, I even heard a very logical point. Some people were discussing the types of blogs made, how the internet is basically your resume and how some people can be so open while others keep themselves closed up so people don't see the bad, but can only document the good for their "families sake" and what not. To those people, I can respect because they do it for the safety of themselves and their childrens lives. But I just can't keep myself closed up. I have an opinion for everything and I have no problem stating that opinion.

But back on topic. The point is I was lacking in my writing and my lengthy blogs that I wanted to do so I went to twitter and asked the people, but mentioned something I didn't want to talk about due to the fact that I wanted to write more than "I hate politics." HughesforYYC [also known as the man I called "homeless looking. There goes my stupid opinions, running rampant again!] challenged me. Instead of just saying I hate politics, he told me to tell us why. I just got suckered in to this because I was told not too long ago that he actually ran for Mayor. [Payback... is... a... bitch.]  But you know what? Lets see if I can and can do it properly. I am sorry if I butcher it improperly.

I hate politics for a variety of reasons, but many of them revolve around todays society. You see, Bush had messed up and at the time he tried to justify it but atleast he messed up and he wouldn't take it back because it was his decision through and through. I respect someone like Bush who helps run our government because he relies on his decision. He makes his own decisions and hopes other people will back him up. He makes decisions for the people because people gave him the power to do so. Now that is politics! That is something I can get in to every day of my life. What about now? Well now, we have a leader in office of America who works with the people, not for them like people wanted him to. So now? Now we have a government who runs rampant, trying to make everyone happy. What pisses me off about this?

You can't make everyone happy. You just can't. I mean, schools run by the government, whether it be of Canada or of America, are trying to make everyone happy, my foster nephew can't even take anything with nuts to school in it! I mean, sure I don't mind if I get fed peanut-butter crackers at my sister's place, but when you can't bring them to school because someone might die by just smelling it? If someone almost dies from my lunch, you know what I tell them? Stay the hell away from my lunch in the first place! What makes matters worse is these kids eat their lunches in the gym. So now he can't bring foods with allergens to school even though you're eating it in a giant room where you could just simply move rather than die? Heres a solution, cut off the gym to a half and half, let them eat what they want for lunch versus what they can eat, then let them go play when everyones done! Oh so simple, but can we take a chance? Of course not. The government won't allow it.

Not only does this bother me. But things like child kidnappings have gotten people so on edge that the government has to take that in to response as well. I was supposed to pick up the little monster from school today and I told my sister to tell him to wait outside. But he can't. Why? They're not allowed to leave the classroom without a parent or guardian coming to pick them up. Really? You're that afraid? Honestly, if you can't trust anyone in your neighbourhood, why are you living in that respective neighbourhood? Why do you even live in that particular city or town if you can't trust anyone? Why even have kids if you can't trust anyone? Become an agoraphobic and live like a hermit because without trust, you can't really live now can you? So why take away life from your kids if you can't teach them to trust one another. It makes no sense and yet we still follow without fighting. We're letting a small collective of people with no sense of direction and trust control our lives and letting our government make decisions based off those people.

I mean, everything has become so racial and religious now a days too. There is no more Merry Christmas. Its "Happy Holidays!" [I know, that one has been used so much its like beating a dead horse.] But thats only the religious perspective. I remember my last few years of school, I actually got smacked across the back of the head by my spanish teacher for "taking the Lord's name in vain." Really? I didn't realize we were in a Catholic School... oh right. It wasn't. But she took offense and may have taken the wrong route but she was a prime example of the set of people who takes offense to everything. If she had her way and ran for politics, finding some way to sleep her way to the top, I bet every school would end up being taught Catholic with no rights to religion and be the new aged Hitler. Woe is me. But again, thats only a small... very small percentage of the religious aspects of the government. Theres also religions going wild out there because one girl was asked to remove her head-piece in soccer by a racial tolerant refferee because it was a safety issue. Look at that, a smart sensible person looking out for the people and he gets bashed and torn apart [verbally thankfully] by the intelligence-lacking people of today because they think hes racist and merely targetting the little girl for her religion. Really? And yet. The government continues to cater to it.

Has anyone watched a good movie lately? Maybe a horror flick? How about something like Scream or I Know What You Did Last Summer? where the black person [oops, I mean't "African American"] person dies first? How about an African American in any movie? How about the "token" African American? Nope. There are movies out there before all this political bullshit that there is one [being the token] black guy, whether he dies, lives, is the hero, villian it didn't really matter. It was never an issue. I mean yes, there are black people in a lot of movies, but there are a few out there with only one or two and it isn't noticeable until someone points it out to you. I'm surprised the likes of The Social Network didn't get torn to pieces due to the lack of black folk in that movie as well! But why does every movie need a few more black cast members than the usual, and why do black people get entire movies with JUST black people in it? Simple. The government takes comments like "the black people always die first in the horror movies!" way in to the heart. They're afraid riots will ensue due to 'racism' among other things. Come on now. Get a life people!

Maybe ye old England had it right. Maybe Hitler wasn't completely wrong here. I say this to be taken every lightly with a grain of salt. But these people had powers that were enforced to [with intentions, not always the case] help and work for the people. What they said goes and if you argued, too bad. You had an opinion but nobody cared because they were doing what was best for you. Yes, its wrong and feels like it violates peoples rights, but with a mixture of working for the people and with the people could work. Listening to people and working around while still keeping promises and making decisions for yourself is the best answer for the government. Not catering to every person's whim and worry. This is why I hate the government. And this is why I hate politics. With that said, unless we get a smarter canidate to run for office, you won't see me in line to register for voting anytime soon.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY FOURTEEN

Question: Are you waiting for the number one?

Answer: Nope. And to ruin your morning a little more, it just went by. Get here a little faster.

Last night, Craving The Cupcakes and playpen-jessi and I attended a "Calgarys Blogger Meet-Up". In all fairness, it was pretty awkward for people to just jump in and meet people, almost like a blind date. But once you got your coffee and got around to opening up to people who you were and what you do, it turned into something interesting.

Now I say this with pure observance. For the entire night from six to eight I was a total wallflower. Why? I'm shy. I always talk about being a hermit for my entire childhood because I was shy and just not out-going at all and how I regret it. But regret doesn't make change, hense I sat there drinking my mocha watching people just jump right in to the mixing and mingling that was supposed to take place of the night. But I wasn't the only one as my two companions sat there awkwardly, a little shy and a little intimidated like myself. Of course, people have senses for these things and in kindess, tried to interact with the likes of us but it only worked for them really. I sat there with a small smile on my face listening intently to people's stories. There was a person there who described his entire job and how he just "fell in to it" which even right now I don't know what it is. Something about arguing real-estate. I like to aruge so I might have to look in to that. There was also a guy who looked kind of homeless, would rather have had the coffee-shop be a bar and I swear was a conspiracy theroist. And there was even a woman whos been blogging since I was in elementary school. Damn!

Now I understood there has always been bloggers around Calgary and many of them seem to be like myself. They have one, they just never discussed it out of fear of being judged. Even our organizer for the evening over at Merry With Children had said "my friends think I'm weird." My problem is I am weird, I just don't want people thinking I'm as weird as they think I am. That'd just be weird you know? Anyways I think thats what turned me in to a huge Wallflower last night. It was the fact that even if these people do what I do, I still end up with the feeling of being the inferior to them. I feel that they haven't read my blog, but they never will because it's something that definitley wouldn't interest them. Although I don't care if people read about my life or not, I never like the feeling of thinking 'I'll never get a chance'. And thats all we really want in life right?

All in all it wasn't a night I regret and it was a time I would like to have again. I just hope its warmer when I go out again! I'd rather show up as me, but me in a giant sweater, freezing my ass off.

--Too Much Thought

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So I've been pretty behind on my blog lately. So excuse me while I post two blogs today, both pertaining and to answering two days worth of questions. [I could count my blessings that I'm not a week behind!]

DAY TEN

Question: Does anyone want to argue with my extra special vagina vote?

Answer: Nope.

So Monday as you all know was Valentines Day. Sadly, I had to work and so did the second half, so we kind of had to reschedule. But this made her a tad bit more happy because of three reasons.

1. She got a little more time to shop for my present(s) before our Valentines Day.
2. She didn't realize until yesterday that it was our official, to the day, 20 Months together.
3. I knew and planned the entire day out to go along with her present I had planned to get her the day of. I'm a romantic I know.

For my Valentines she got me a few trinkets of chocolates and rocket candy hearts, as well as a stuffed teddy bear(s) that are hugging with the feet saying xoxo, all that surrounded the big present which are my ultra awesome new Batman versus Joker DC Universe Converse which are now my "special occasion" shoes; ie birthdays, christmas ect. And what did I do for her you ask? Easy.

It started off with a mere 3 Stem lillies on day one. The next day, I took her up to the mall for crepes [which were delicious by the way. I never knew cheese, ham and mayonaise inside a crepe would be so good!] and some frozen yougurt. [New flavour by the way and a possible favourite; Strawberry Cheesecake. Yum!] After that, we had walked around and ended up at a few stores but only bought a few things and they happened to be for me. [Honestly, I wasn't going to buy a thing for myself but I have this serious hat addicition that she convinced me to feed.] After frozen yougurt, we continued on to the bus stop and made our way to the train station and took a sardine-like packed train all the way to our destination at Chinook Mall. Here, I took out money for the dinner and movie later [just to be safe] and brought her to the unknowingly what was her present at Build-a-Bear where we waltzed around for almost an hour picking out which animal she wanted, how much stuffing she needed, what to wear, name it and get it purchased. [It has a heartbeat by the way. As cool as that sounds its also very creepy.] She ended up with an awesome biker dog with sunglasses, a harley davidson jacket and converse named Ryder. [With a "Y".] She happily pranced that thing all around the mall while we wondered around for the next hour before we went to dinner because our movie didn't start for like another 3 while we were up there. [And again, she found out some way to get me to buy two more hats. I felt so bad, but she assures me shes alright with it.] We bought two little Family Guy trinkets, one being the evil monkey and the other being Brian and headed our way to find a restaurant. [I wanted Moxies but looks like Chinook got rid of theres!] We found Joey Tomatos and I found out how delicious it actually was. [Lobster ravioli. Yum!] From there we went to see No Strings Attached. By far one of the funniest movies so far this year next to the Green Hornet and I can't wait to see what 2011 brings. I suggest you see both of those movies, immediately. [A bonus being that No Strings Attached is actually not in 3D. Finally.]

On a side note. We stopped by and found a way to hide Kernels popped popcorn in to the movie theater. By far the best move of the evening.

-- Too Much Thought

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DAY EIGHT

Question: How is everything so far?

Answer: Simple answer. Bazinga. You are no match for my quick wit. This morning I had woken up late for work, fed my hampster before I left, realized I forgot to change her water, filled up her dish, spilled it all over her food. Had to change food. Choose between which salad I wanted to take for work, ended up with the one I didn't want. Forgot to pack a drink, had to waist two bucks. Got to work a half hour late, couldn't find my uniform. Found my uniform, realized my trays weren't washed. Had to wash trays before changing. And finally, after I got myself out of one giant fustercluck, getting my donuts started a half hour later than they should be, my manager shows up to work and has the audacity to ask me how things are. Just peachy sir.

But seriously. I hate my job. Remember when you were a kid and money was no option for you? Sure maybe two or three dollars for some soda and a bag of chips from the 7-11 only two blocks away, but beyond that you didn't have to work. You just had to go to school, get an education and most importantly, be a kid. But now I've grown up and realize how much I cherish those memories I have of being a youngster. I'm only eighteen yeah, but I'm an adult in the province of Alberta which means I can call me at age ten a youngster. I mean, I miss going to the park, hanging out in my basement without a care in the world because I had two working parents who basically handed things to me [monetarily speaking] until about the age of fifteen when I got my first job and stopped asking my parents for money all together.

Like a typical person, I do hate my job though. I mean, by typical, I'm just an average person, with average ambitions who never went to university for any type of career and now I'm working a 9-5 job. I know many people who hate their job as well. So its not like I'm the only one running in this circle. Other people feel what I feel and that is to just want to collect money and not have to work for it. But those wants and needs go to people who truly deserve it [or have the capability to cheat the government] and I wouldn't take that away from them. So unlike those people who love their career because its like a dream come true, or those who stumbled upon it on accident because they lacked the sense in any other career, I hate my job but like those people who feel what I feel about their dead end job, they know the value of a dollar and they try to earn it any way they can because they lack the creative skills to go in any other field of work.

Now you might ask me why I hate my job, or what I even do. Look above. I'm a donut fryer. According to my position I'm actually a bench-hand which means I do what the baker wants me to do when they want me to do even if that means I have to spin on my head and spit water. But really, I make donuts, prepare the next days bagels and danish and other various baked goods and go home. I'm a donut bitch basically. Its kind of sad really, but at the time when I got offered the job, I was in desparate need of some cash flow. I had handed out resume after resume and got no where so when my brother in-law asked me flat out if I wanted a job, I jumped at the opportunity. I kind of regret it now, but until I find my true calling, I'm stuck with this. Oh well, it could be worse. I could castrorate sheep with my teeth or something like that guy from the show Dirty Jobs. God damn that is a dirty job though.

But I guess I can ask you, for those who are listening. What do you do? Do you hate your job like me and the other half of this nation built on money and inflation rates? Or are you completely in-love and total bliss with what you do?

--Too Much Thought

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DAY SEVEN

Question: Is your alarm set?

Answer: My alarm is always set. I never turn it off. I always turn the sound off sure, but my alarm is always on. It annoys my girlfriend sometimes in a middle of a good sleep. She'll hear the buzzing of my vibrating phone as it goes off at five in the morning. [the usual time I have it set so I can get up for work.] Sometimes she'll mention it to me. But she's given up now cause I usually just laugh and tell her what it is. I think she's got the picture.

Anytime my girlfriend and I discuss our parents and our irrational behaviour towards them, [I yell at my parents all the time, usually it takes them a few times to ask me a question before I get annoyed and yell. She'll deny it but I see her flip out every time her parents ask a question they've clearly forgotten the answer to. Although, her father does it sometimes when I'm around because we like doing that to her. Its our thing.] it usually comes down to no matter what, we love our parents. I usually end up saying I only love my mother but she always argues otherwise that I love my father too. Truth is, we have a love-hate relationship with our lives right now. I'll try to explain as best as I can.

My father is a man who has gotten me interested in a lot of things. I mean, between him and my brother, they make up my interests split between the two. So in reality, I have about three interest groups. Two split between family, one where I make decisions on my own. [Being the need to write being one of mine.] My dad has gotten me in to things like wrestling and camping. My brother is my music and style in clothes. But beyond that, I make up my own likes and dislikes without any influence whats so ever. But the main thing is my father getting me interested in to certain things and one of them is a huge thing being wrestling. I have always been a fan of the sport, professional or amateur. And on certain nights of discussion or watching Sports Entertainment on television, we have our moments of father-son bonding. Like tonight being of interest. We couldn't wait to see who would host Wrestlemania 27. We were anticipating and watching this entire night together because we wanted to know. It was a night we both jumped around like a bunch of little middle school girls over Justin Bieber. When we saw the Rock come out on to that ramp, boy were we excited. And thats just the type of moments we have together. These are our times that make me love him.

And then, there are the bad times where I claim to hate him and yet my girlfriend seems to keep trying to push them away from my train of thought. The picture above is just one of the many examples of our bad times together. That picture was taken at the Blink 182 Summer Tour during their reunion. That night was supposed to be the best night of my life. And in all fairness, it was as close to perfect as could be. The only thing that really ruined it, and also ruined my experience at that movie 3:10 Train To Yuma and at the RAW Wrestling event held here in Calgary... as well as the Stampede Wrestling and various other activies we've gone to, is his acoholism. Yes, I know this is a very personal manner and I won't go in to grave detail. The most people really need to know his he is an alcoholic in denial. When he finally admitted to it, he stopped for a bit but fell off the wagon and pretty much denies ever admitting to it. Its a sad tale really and its really the reason you won't see pictures like the ones above anymore because I refuse to go anywhere in public with him.

Its kind of sad really. I mean like I said. There are things my father and I do that makes me love him and love the moments we spend with each other. I know I won't get another father and I'm not asking for another one. But there are things that make me hate him just as much as he hated his father. And in a way, I feel bad for him really. I just have to hope something will come of this. I remember the days when all he would do is have a few beers, smoke a couple of joints and play Tiger Woods Golf on the Playstation in the basement. But now its not even beer anymore. *Sigh*. I miss my childhood. Sorry for the depressing sounding blog today. Just something that's been on my mind. Figure I'd share it with you.

-- Too Much Thought

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DAY SIX:

Question: Are you posting tonight or tomorrow?

Answer: Tomorrow... no wait. Let's post tonight. Question brought to you by playpen-jessi. She hates asking me questions directly after midnight because she'll never look at the time and she'll just straight ask me without realizing. I know she has a question brewing in that mind of hers but we've only got twenty four questions left because we're already on day six!

But moving on. I know what people are thinking about when they see my posts below these ones and they see the picture. People are thinking right about now I'm a hater of Valentines Day and any other holiday. They're already in the process of bracing themselves because I'm about to use the sentence "consumer holiday created by the card companies so the coporate fat cats can make more money." And because I'm me, I'd assume nothing less. But you already see it coming so lets cut through the ol' crap cake here and get to chase. You're wrong. I actually like Valentines Day! Infact, I'm a hater of the haters out there now, refusing to shower their loved ones with presents and magic filled days caused by February 14th of each year. I call these people cheap. [I'll let you right now, for those who know me well enough, its almost an insult for me to call someone else cheap!] But I'll tell you why I love it.

Every year in elementary school, I would spend way more money then its worth to buy cool Valentines cards for everyone in my class. I would personalize them with stickers and names and maybe an inside or two for the kicks and hand them out, regardless if I got any back or not. And even if the cards weren't sincere, everyone handed them out with or without personalizing them. [So the pretty much means nobody was left out. That'd be harsh. [Let's take a look back at Ralph Wiggum when he gets his heart broken by his only Valentine.]

I mean come on. Ralph Wiggum's happenings was everyone's fear. They'd never get a Valentine. And if they only got one, they'd get their heart broken. [Seriously, kids my age can actually relate to his program. Kids today, can not. It still saddens me each and every post.] So bascially, the equality back in the day was something I loved, and even today having someone to actually be a Valentine is a little more sweeter.

Something I also love is those little candy hearts. Although, with my braces I might not be able to eat them this year, but I still love getting them. I don't know why people hate them so much. I can't seem to get enough of the chalky flavour. Theyre just... sugar! That's it. A new form of sugar that you can only get once a year with some cute little message on them [unless the government has gotten their hands on that too in which case, I give up.] and you just eat them. People complain because they "taste" bad or the chalk of the candy is disgusting but honestly, they were and still are the best thing. That and those little cinnamon hearts pretty much haven't changed since I was kid. [I mean, with products now a days being changed or reduced because theres too much salt or sugar or fat or something in them or the ingriedient used to make them are just waged too high that makes the product reduced and the price inflated boggles my mind.]

I don't know. I guess it being a holiday it makes it a lot more fun. That and The Simpsons made it way better than what it was. Whether it was Homer telling Bart and Lisa to stay down stairs with the sound turned way up so he could bone Marge, Maggie getting down to Sex Bomb or even the guys throwing Ned out of a moving vehicle because hes suggesting actually doing something for the women folk instead of finding a way to beat down Apu, they seemed to turn it out to be something better then what it really is and they do it well. Of course, I think Simpsons has done that to all holidays for me. Halloween with their Tree House of Horrors or their Christmas Specials and how they got Santa's Little Helper. All I know is I love Valentines Day and although its a little sad for me to be spending it on a Thursday rather than the Monday [or in about an hour if you want to get technical] I will enjoy every second of it as long as I've got my girlfriend with me.

--Too Much Thought

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DAY FIVE:

Question: If you could fuck a cartoon chick, which one would you pick?

Answer: Well thank you Asher Paul Roth for your intriguing songs and hilarious questions. Actually this one was from a song called "Cartoon Chick" which, even if its funny and meant to be taken light heartedly, its actually a good song in the end. I ended up going to bed last night around two in the morning and before then I heard this song and alas, this question which would be the first question of the day and so far, my favourite question to answer.

Cartoons are apart of our rich history as children. I mean, sure England and France and all of Europe back in the middle ages as well as the not so sovereign reign of North America and a rapidly growing Asia lacked these "talking pictures" from the "magic picture box" but any kid with a television set back when I was growing up watched an endless ammount of cartoons it was almost unhealthy. I sure know I did. I can list too many it should almost be illegal but a few of my favourites from back in the day would have to be Bonkers, Arthur, Goof Troop, Care Bears and [of course] Recess. I mean, I love Goof Troop and Goofy's hilarious antics, Pete's stupid "get rich quick" schemes and of course Max the awesome one and his pudgey little friend PJ, Max's best friend and son of Pete. Recess was and almost still is something I watch every day though when I get the chance. I can't get over how clever six fourth graders could be [regardless of it being a farce or fictional] it blew my mind. I don't even think 90% of the awesome and amazing cartoons I used to watch are on television anymore. I guess I'll have to do some hunting around when I'm looking for those game systems for some seasons or episodes of my favourite cartoons.

It bothers me sure that kids now a days can't learn half of what I learned [and I don't care what parents or adults say about the matter. Cartoons had the ability to teach kids, especially something like Recess. It doesn't help cause mischeif, but rather helps people aspire to be something. The most brainy, the most courageous, self-reliant, soulful or toughest S.O.B out there.] and that bothers me because then I can't relate. One day I'll come across a child or have a child of my own and when life has them down, I'll try to relate to them with my favourite episode of the Weekenders and they won't even have a clue.

But thats where I appreciate the things I used to have and I don't think I ever took for granted of. The other week I was on the phone with my friend and he heard my music in the back ground. All he could say was "you really like you're old music huh?" Turns out Stand Up by Ludacris was playing. And I couldn't help but smile because you know what? I do love my old music. Sure its not classical old or old from the KISS or ACDC era but hey, anything a decade old now a days is classified as old. And it makes me miss the days when something like that was cool. It makes me miss the days of elementary and middle school when life was at my finger tips and I could make anything I wanted of myself. I miss making new friends and just hanging out, when birthday parties meant ice cream cake, pop and chips, running around the Rec Center and having a blast doing it, not drunken whore rave where chicks get drunk and play "rainbow" on a guys dick while hes waiting to use the restroom. [If you don't know what rainbow is, it involves a multitude of different colors of lipstick and a guys penis. You put the rest together.] It makes me miss it and it makes me fear for the future. I mean, drunken whore fests are the in thing now. What happens in another twenty years when I have children and they're going to birthday parties? I shutter the thought.

Anyways, if I could fuck a cartoon chick, it would definitley have to be good ol' Betty Cooper. She was the biggest babe there. Veronica was a giant slut and proved it by waving her money around like Paris Hilton. [I was actually going to say Midge but if Big Moose ever got around to reading my blog... I can't finish that sentence.]

--Too Much Thought

 

[PS. I haven't gotten around to it yet but late is better than never right? I have two more followers to this blog. One goes by the name of M4R14N0 and the other by Bothered. I want to thank them for checking this out and I hope everyone enjoys what I put out. Don't be afraid to drop a comment or a message. I don't bite. Or I try not to. Catch you later.]

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DAY FOUR:

Question: Are you gonna write day three?

Answer: Its already done. Well when I was asked this question, I was in the midst of doing it. The day three question post anyways. And to this day so far, that was my shortest post. But thats because I ran out of ideas to post about which is kind of sad but I was writing at midnight after getting up earlier then normal in the morning and working out at a class at my gym called Zumba. [Which is harder then it sounds.] So forgive me for not having Too Much Thought, but hey, my girlfriend over at playpen-jessi worked it out pretty well for me so all is well.

But the picture above is what this is more or less about. In my last post, I had basically given away my inspiration for this post. Sleep and a whole lot of gaming. Mainly Call of Duty: Black Ops Zombies for the day, but hey gaming is gaming. But [not to be rude] I bet many of you won't have a clue what game I'm referencing above unless you yourself love gaming like myself. [If you're female and are a gaming widow like my friend at cravingthecupcakes or just not a gamer, then get your boyfriend or a friend to look at it. Go on. I'll wait.. BAZINGA! I'm not waiting, too bad.] Its a little game that some of my friends don't even remember playing or have never played before [which shocks me.] called "Zombies Ate My Neighbours" which has to be one of my all time favourite games. I mean it has everything. Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, Giant babies killing things, popcicles... wait what? That's right. A giant baby [seen above] that has no trouble smooshing you in to a pancake while you attempt to rescue civilians from also being smooshed, or eaten as well as a multitude of other things. Like you're starting pistol being nothing but plastic and water. A popcicle as some sort of defense mechanism and magic potions that turn you in to one of them [momentarily while you tear shit up!] in order to get around to exit as fast as possible. Now you tell me what game can possibly match up to this!

Of course, a lot of children today would look at this and scoff. People now a days, whether they have just started gaming, are too young to remember anything actually good or just plain don't care all base games by the looks. Honestly. The games have reached the point of everything needing to look good and not be good. From what I heard, Black Ops and games like such are so short in storyline but "oh wow, the graphics are amazing!". So? The dogs look like dogs, the people look like people and the blood splatter is a bit more realistic. Lets go to Zombies Ate My Neighbours. Vampires you knew were vampires. Werewolves were werewolves. It wasn't hard and it really didn't matter because this game couldn't be beat in a mere two days. This game was 55 levels of intense rescuing and killing. Take a look at Ghost and Goblins. The worst graphics I have seen in a while, yet you knew what Ghosts and Goblins looked like no problem. This wasn't another game you could beat in two days and infact, it took you double the time to beat it just once. Why? Because you had to beat it twice.

Yes a game you actually had to beat twice. That's unheard of today. Its not unheard of to beat it on easy and then shoot right up to expert because the person playing has no life. But its unheard of to have a game with no levels besides "just play and get your ass kicked" and once you beat it, guess what? Spoiler alert, but what you just played was a mirage level and now you have to start from the beginning. Ouch right? But hey, its a challenge and provides hours and days and [for some] even weeks of entertainment.. among other things like frustration and anger, but with the children today all being diagnosed with A.D.D and other attention problems they all get mad at Call of Duty for being too hard and frustrating sometimes. Put this game in front of them and say good-bye to your television, remote controls and whatever little Johnny can get his hands on because he will be so frustrated he will break shit. Guaranteed.

I don't know about you or me but when I get the chance I"m hitting every pawn store I can to try and buy an Atari, NES. SNES [thats Nintendo Entertainment System and Super Nintendo Entertainment System for those of you who we're still shitting themselves while I was busy playing them and have no idea where their "Wii" derived from.] as well as a Playstation and a Nintendo 64 for a little bit of advanced [yet still hard gaming] graphics past simple blips and flashes on the screen. Maybe its just me, but it does bother me to have something flashy but doesn't provide more than an hour of entertainment for me. Oh well, I guess gaming is gaming. Which reminds me, I still have Zombies open. That's all for now.

--Too Much Thought

[PS. My friend Izel I talked about before is now on Twitter. I know right? Hilarity on ice. So go ahead and follow her. Don't mind the random posts she comes up with though. Just sit back and laugh. DaddyPartyBalls.]

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DAY THREE:

Question: Does Jessica's family like mangos?

Answer: No. And that was just the answer from the look I got on her face. Her actual answer involved 'disgusting' in such a harsh tone against mangos. Read more here.

--Too Much Thought

[PS. I didn't really want to do an entire rant considering I missed a day and just made up for it in the Bus Driver rant. After a good sleep and some Call of Duty: Zombies Black Ops I'll be good for another rant.]

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DAY TWO:

Question: Sorry... did you make the bus?
Answer: No. And that day, it was my fault. I went to bed too late and couldn't be bothered to get up for work. But normally, there is an answer to why I miss my buses. Simple. Bus drivers suck.

Now I have never met a bus driver until November of 2010. And of course, I had some of the most interesting discussions with him and he enjoyed telling his stories to my girlfriend and I because his friend's had gotten sick of his stories. We were a good couple of fresh faces and new ears for each other. I listened intently because really, I love listening to both sides of a story before I ever really make a full decision on if I hate something or not. I mean, if I hated convience store clerks, I would atleast want an explanation of why they act the way they do before I finalize my feelings towards all of them. He was the type of guy who made me not hate the position that is being a transit driver so much. But the problem is, I do still hate many of them. And the question is usually why? Well, thats another easy question for me to answer.

A week or two ago, I had thee worst transit days of my life. And before that, even trying to get to school was such a hassle. I don't complain about missing my buses to school because I didn't live far from my school so it was an easy walk. Problem was I left my house around the time I needed to get to a bus so I can catch it, and when you get an asshole of a bus driver who doesn't stop even when you are literally beside the door [on a side note: I found out I can run up to 20 miles an hour if I really want to apparently. Crazy.] banging on it and the guy just continues on his way. Like really? He lives in the trailer park I live in too. I hope he gets fired some day or retires soon, I can't stand him. As for the worst transit day of my life, it also involved the guy who I hate. I was on my way to my girlfriend's place and I was at my bus stop this time. I waited and waited and eventually he showed up. I assumed he was late by this time because I stood there and he looked directly at me and almost went past me on purpose. I guess he grew a heart somewhere down the line and stopped but I knew he didn't want to. Way to do your job dil-hole. What would end that day of horrible transit? On my way home from my girlfriend's place, I stood in the blistering cold [temperature drop. Gotta love them.] and waited for my bus. A bus that was supposed to come in a half hour. Thirty minutes. A bus that never showed up. A bus I actually needed to come fast never shows up and I have to catch the next one a half hour after. So in all, I waited an hour. What made it worse? The bus driver drives right past me. Yes. She claims to not see me and just keeps going. Like I stood there in total awe. My mouth was dropped and I was shocked. She stopped eventually down the road where I had to run but its the principle of the matter. Fuck her.

I have so many more reasons to hate transit drivers. I've been almost to the bus at full running speed for it to take off. I've walked home from places and beat the bus there when I could have just waited but I am so impatient. Buses have been hours late, mere minutes early or they just don't care. I've almost been in an accident because the bus driver couldn't be bothered to fix his mistake in his route a safer way. Instead he decided to do a U-Turn right in the middle of the road, have an SUV forced to swerve and almost crash and he slams on the break having me smack my had head first in to one of the poles on the bus. I think there needs to be like a bus driver re-hab. They seem to really need it.

--Too Much Thought

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So I've been looking around and I always see those questionaires people fill out on a daily basis. [If you remember the days of Nexopia you'll understand.] And thanks to my girlfriend and her sister, they keep me up on that "Ten For Tuesday" from whatever blog does that. [I'd go look and link but I'm too lazy.] Not only that, but bloggers around the world and everyone on facebook decided to do a only thirty days album for pictures about their day or whatever the description was for that day. "Post a picture of your favourite past time." Or "Post a picture of your favourite television show." And I always wondered where people got the ideas for this. So instead of looking up origins of these little trends, I decided to come up with my own concept and maybe it can turn in to its own little trend! [We'll say its inspired by all those other fabulous blogs and trends out there. We gotta start somewhere don't we?] We'll call it 30 Questions In 30 Days. I'll explain the rules.

Each day we are asked dozens of questions from people we know [or oddly enough, people we don't.], or we're asked a question by a very quizative sign on the bus or bus stop. Maybe we're reading a good book and you'll see a question from mother to daughter, lover to lover. [It really depends what you like to read.] They can be the most complex questions of the universe, or as simple as "what's up?". And once they start, they never stop. So I'm taking the time [and maybe you will too] to utilize that first question of every day. Heres what you do.

Take the first question of your day, [This is easy for the first day, it gets harder as you go along from day to day] remember it, write it down, do something with it. And whenever you get the chance, answer it! But remember, it has to be the first question of the day. You don't get to choose. Your ears and eyes do. Sounds simple right? Well for now, it should. But heres the thing. They can only be answered once. So if the first question of day one is "Whats up?", any form of that [like 'sup' or 'wazzup!'] is out of our question category. So lets hope thats not the first question of all thirty days because it can only be answered once, in which you have to remember the second question of that day which can be a little more tricky. [Thats why I said write them down. Oh how Notepad on my phone comes in so much more handy.] Now the fun of this, is how you answer it.

You can answer the question normally. "How are you doing?" "Oh just peachy." OR, you can have some fun with it. "How are you doing?" "Well, you see...." and so on and so forth. And basically, thats it. Its fast, its simple. And it can start off a blog, end a blog, be put in the middle or be turned in to an entire entry in its self. I really hope this catches on. I'd love to see how interesting some people get. And since this is my start, I guess I'll throw out my question...

DAY ONE

Question: Who am I?
Answer: I read this on my way to work on the Church Sign they have at Churches that invite the religious and non-religious folk to whatever meeting or gathering is happening today on my way to work. This Church always puts up interesting quotes and puns and stuff to interest us non-believers. Its funny sometimes and I get a cheap chuckle, but past that I don't usually read too much in to it. But since today is the day I start my little experiment, I figure this would be most appropriate. Who am I? Well I'll tell you who I'm not. I am not a person who sugar coats things. I am not closed minded but I don't have time to listen to opinions that I have no interest in listening to. I am not a poser and I don't hide my feelings like a lot of people do. I am blunt, and full of opinions that, whether you like it or not, you will hear regardless if I'm apart of the subject or discussion or not. I do care whether people believe it or not and when I don't care, I let you know up front. I respect those who deserve respect and am respected when I deserve it. I think of the impossible and attempt to achieve it. Sometimes I fail and I do give up and quit. But the times I need to succeed I do and I do it with pride. I love to be loved and love to love. I like hugs and rainbows and all those natural things. I may not believe in God but I do attempt to find guidance in Him when I am lost and can not find my way. I love to argue because arguing brings out the better in some people. I can be defeated but I can conquer what needs to be conquered and be victorious when I need to be victorious. I love my sleep and peace but being active is always nice too. I am a fanatic of the sun and all its wonders and hate when winter appears out of the blue. I can be a piss off when I want to and I can find entertainment in others misery. I can be an asshole when I want to be or I can be the most amazing person you ever met. I'm so full of insite and curiosity really does kill the cat but I'll be damned if I don't figure something out. I love animals and hate children. Sure, I can't blame the children for their irrational behaviour if they were never taught properly but the child is the reflection of the parents and if I hate your kid, you better know damn well I hate you too. I don't always follow the rules but I do play by them. I have a problem with athourity and that probably explains why I've been suspended so many times when I went to grade school. I am a hard worker when I want to be, the only problem is I like being lazy more. Thats why people are always so shocked when I end up working harder then they assumed I would. I hate watching sports but I love playing them. I have a love hate relationship with my family. I love when we're together as a family. But individually, we usually have our differences. But all in all, I'm a normal human being. I'm a Canadian. And most importantly, I'm a small town boy. I am Daniel W. But you can call me Too Much Thought.

--Too Much Thought