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It didn't occur to me before the fact how heavy twelve 2x4's would be while trying to evade the imminent capture of the hardware store employees and soon the police.

Every morning brings it's share of hardships. First among the many that come to mind is opening your eyes to the piercing light that insists on forcing it's way into your eyes like a Mr. Tombe into Rose (Sudan's married goat). But, we all know as well as Rose does that we have to stop clenching at some point and just let it in.

So by now I'm sure everybody knows that Rapidfire068, imthinking, and I are all good friends IRL. So it won't suprise you that Rapidfire and I were out this weekend with another one of our friends: AgentAero.

It was a fun weekend we went to see District 9 and Dream Theater blah blah blah nobody gives a shit.

Well it's finally happened. The MI6 have targeted me as their next biggest threat.

Today while siting casually at my desk diligently doing nothing (as usual) with my beautiful pen in front of me it randomly exploded and shot across the desk.

I've spent a lot of hours contemplating the idea of robot legs. But it wasn't until after my most recent wilderness excursion that I settled on a final decision. I need them.

My two pals imthinking and Rapidfire068 and I decided it would be a cool experience to get out and do a backpacking trip together. We opted for the 35 km Highlands backpacking trail in Algonquin Park. We also opted to do it all over one night. *long extended exhale*

I finally thought things were going better between us Gizmodo. It's a shame you had to have another one of those stupid moments that you seem to have every day... multiple times...

The week of Mexico went far better than my week celebrating Western Canada. For one I didn't get any broken ribs or heart failure. I sustained a minor flesh-wound, which wasn't from fighting bull, nor was it from letting the bull loose and running it through my hometown. But the wound was sustained while opening the gate of the field to let the bull loose. Apparently the gate was hinged in such a way that the opening end, when un-latched from the rest of the fence, let go and hit the ground. The exact spot where the front of my lower leg happened to be at the moment.

So I heard about this debacle going on for quite some time now but, as Penn & Teller would say, it's complete bullshit!