Monday, August 29, 2005

The Dire Case of Soya Sauce

I don't know about all you people who read this, but where has all the good soya sauce gone to? And by 'all the good soya sauce', I really mean; China Lily. Where is it? These past weeks you may have seen me wandering the aisles of every grocery store in Swift Current, looking lost and seemingly having no purpose. Inside I'm screaming for the China Lily to reveal itself. When I went to Calgary on vacation with the family, I even went to grocery stores there to try and find some but to no avail. Where could it have gone? China Lily has been a staple in my diet for the past 17 years. Who knew it would ever stop existing? There was a crisis like this a few months ago but I guess the companies fixed it or something because it soon came back. Now the crisis is hear again. It is now beyong the realm of my control. I'd have to find a substitute.

So now my fridge is filled with full bottles minus one serving of any soya sauce I could get my craving hands on. Rice will never be the same. Neither will chicken breasts, fish, ribs, pork chops, or broccoli. I decided to take the case straight to the Internet. Who knew all my questions and concerns would be solved in the first result that Google gave me?

bliss

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Albert & Wright

I decided just to skip the last post of the series so I can move onto this other series I've been thinking about doing for a while now. This one certainly won't be daily, they'll just have relevance to each other. In this series it will involve me telling stories in the workplace. Lame I know, but I have to tell them to someone. Even if it is the Internet.

Before I really start going, I have to introduce you to all of the characters I work with(I don't consider them coworkers).

The Managers

Whitman
- He has the build of someone in a wheelchair. Super small legs, normal-like sized body. Plays online poker during his shift and I've never seen him do any work. But don't let them know I told you that.

Bauer - Father of David. He's pretty reliable on giving all the bitch work to the new guys. I'm the second newest guy so that means I don't have to do dishes when I work with the new guy, Eric.

Byron - I thought this guy was like 20 at first, but I guess he's like 25. Actually I have no idea why I think that. I'm just going to stick with around 25. He's pretty competent in giving the bitch work to the more incompetent people. Like Justin.

The Supervisors/Part-Time Managers

Rick
- Super nice guy, today I found out he's 30. Has the dirstiest bald spot I've ever seen. He should never not wear a hat. Laughs at everything. Not hysterically or anything, he just gives a few hearty ha's after pretty much every other sentence.

Dara - She works front mostly, but every now and again she'll come to he back and help out. I owe her two dollars.

Liona - Works front. I've only ever dealt with her once and I thought she was a bitch, hard. And that's all I ever hear from everyone else.

The Front

Chris
- "The British Guy". I get him to say bollocks and pahk the cah in hahvahd yahd. I'm determined to get him to talk in an Australian accent and say "let's throw another shrimp on the barby". Swears a lot, likes good movies, knows where it's at.

Bev - Daugher of Grandma. Joel puts it best: "There's only funny Bev, or angry Bev. There is no in-between." Grandma is her mother.

Lacey - Referred to by Joel and I as Catgirl. One time when she was like eight, she was mad at her parents, so she got a buthcer knife, and cut up their cat. She tells us about how she puts hamsters in the microwave and watches them melt. I have no pity for her and I tell her to shut up when she tries to talk to me about stuff not work-related.

Nadia - Super nice, she likes to tell jokes, which is always a nice attribute to any person. One time I made a pun with her name and I called her The Chronicles of Nadia. But she didn't get it. Whatever.

Amanda - Apologizes profusely over everything. From what I gather, she has a messed up family of sorts. But I don't gather much.

Joel - Joel Dryden? Joel Kenneth Dryden???

Shaundel - I don't really know who this is. I think she's blonde.

Korbyn - The new person up front. Sometimes when I share breaks with her, she won't talk to me or anything, just stare at the clock until twenty minutes passes and so I'm reduced to reading the same FHM magazine I've read time and time again.

Tiffany - She can make any normal conversation awkward. When I share breaks with her, I'm the one who doesn't talk, I just don't make eye contact and read the FHM magazine.

Jacky - Uuuh, she's red-headed. She was in intensive care last week and we all signed a card. Reportedly she thought what I wrote was hilarious. But that's another story.

Charlene - No idea who this is. Seriously, no clue. The name sounds familiar but that's it.

The Back

Evelyn
- Refered to as Grandma. I don't think I've ever heard her called by her real name. Grandma is roughly the age as human thought. She knows more about A&W than A&W does. Officially labeled as a "lifer".

Eric - The new guy. Really cool guy. Used to be super shy and reserved but now that he's more comfortable he talks more. He makes fun of the people everyone else does.

Dave - Son of Bauer. Hilarious. Always good for a laugh. He's the one who starts all the workplace jokes that people constantly refer back to.

Andrew - He's just another guy. Hard worker. Likes a good laugh. Makes a bunch of sexual innuendos. What can I say?

Penny - Sisters with Joleen. We'll get to her. Penny's ok. She asked me once if Kacey and I were going out.

Joleen - Seriously, if you ever say anything to this girl, bet your money on her saying "what?". Also, if you walk past her or do something that isn't standing perfectly still staring into space, she'll go "ah!". Incompetency is a dish best served Joleen.

Vicky - She lied about her age so she could work here. That was probably back in the 50's for all I know. She's another lifer. I always see her making onion rings and all she talks about his how she's always behind every day and about how many onion rings we used the other day. I thought she didn't really mind it but I found out a bit ago that she hates doing it.

Sam - Never talk to her, the only times I've worked with her is when I'm like five minutes early. Apparently she's really stubborn.

Me - lol


The In-Betweeners(People who alternate between front and back)

JT
- Big fellow. Big as a lummox, really. He knows the ins and outs. He works at movie gallery too so sometimes I don't see him around for a while. OK guy, he has a different style of humour than me so sometimes we irritate each others.

Harder - Brandon Harder. You should know 'im. Drunkie. Womanizer. Loves fireworks. Drives with one hand on the wheel.

PJ - I purposefully save PJ and Justin last. These two are on opposite ends of the teenage boy stereotype spectrum. PJ is tall, broad shoulders, good-looking, intelligent, he knows a lot of things you wouldn't expect. Every move he makes has a purpose. Whereas on the other side we have...

Justin - Small, geeky. Has glasses. Greasy hair. Acne. Tells jokes that no one thinks is funny, not even himself. Barely competent. Just barely. It looks like half the time he doesn't know what he's doing, and he twitches out a lot. Lots of people call him Potter saying he looks like Harry Potter. The only similiarities are the black hair and glasses, I really don't see it at all. One time I had to cover a shift for him because his car wouldn't start. BS, I say.


So now that I have all those personalities out of the way, when I tell you tales of my work, you won't be so in the dark and I won't have to desribe to you why it's funny or why it's not.

EDIT: I added stuff on the descriptions and some spelling and punctuation crap. Not really worth a re-read.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

fourteen one thousand...

Calgary update:

Well I'm here in my hotel updating my blog how many kilometers away from my home. I'm such a nerd. Calgary's ok. I'm sure it wouldbe better if there weren't any other cars on the road. And if I could travel at supersonic speeds. Man that would rule. I woudl be all like, vrooom.

Notes of interest

I would say that there are more hot girls here than there are girls in Swift Current. Furthermore, I think there are more hot asian girls here than there are girls in Swift Current under the age of 83. I heard some dude talking in some language or other and he would say some things that I could get like 'McDonalds' and 'Saddledome', but in the middle of what I would assume to be a sentence, I hear him say 'the New York Rangers suck. They suck!'.

I've taken some pictures, I'll probably post one or two up here once I get home.

ok bye!

Saturday, August 20, 2005

thirteen one thousand...

Saturday and Sunday I'm in Calgary, so unless I go to some swank internet cafe or something, I won't be updating any further. Just in case you would have wondered.

Friday, August 19, 2005

twelve one thousand...

Welcome to today's anatomy. On this version we have the deleted scene(i.e.-meg=rotten chicken). Seriously though folks, don't you think Rufus Wainwright... i do. Hey, cats don't dance. Ash-Lee's birthday is tomorrow. Don't tell me what to do. It's actually today. Happy birthday Spartacus! This just in: summer lasts forever. The world cancelled school forever. Don't you wish? lol

Ok now cabbage patch kids are eating my hair! uh-oh! Nadia how much do I love you? James's hair is ticklish. I don't remember what I was going to say. No! are ytou wuping your nose on my shirt? I'm not going to fix any more errors I make hwile typing fromnow on. Let's see how I do. Leaveit to beaver. Today I thik Brrent Isaac yeled at me and he was in a red car. What do yout hink of nose jobs? Peace out. No, peace is in. Tune in to mynext post, which is an unfortunate number.

the. end.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

eleven one thousand...

I have to nothing left to entertain you masses. Flee, get out of here. While I rot away in my self-made blog prison. Four more days... Four more days...

Monday, August 15, 2005

ten one thousand...

I have to take what feels like a seriously huge crap right now. So I have in my one hand a stopwatch, and in my other hand... well I'm typing with my other hand. So nothing I guess. From the time I leave this chair to once I sit back down again(on this chair). Okay... GO!

...

ONE MINUTE AND TWENTY-FIVE POINT THREE SECONDS!!! YEEEEEE-HAW!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

nine one thousand...

I'm offically hooked onto The Apprentice.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

eight one thousand...

These fifteen posts sure aren't going to fly by if I skip two (or was it three?) days without a thought. Here's a list of things that happened from Sunday until Wednesday Evening

Sunday
-Woke up
-listened to Daft Punk
-Ate
-Worked from 10-6
-Slept
-Woke up
-Bathed
-Brushed teeth
-Listened to Daft Punk
-Picked up The Girl Of My Dreams from the bus station and we hung out for the night
-Watched a buncha movies with The Girl Of My Dreams
-Listened to Daft Punk
-Slept

Monday
-Woke up
-Listened to Daft Punk
-Ate
-Crapped
-Ate
-Went on a hike
-Drove The Girl Of My Dreams to Lac Pelletier, spent the day at Camp Lemieux. Was forced to spend the night sharing a tent with some guy I've never met because of poor weather conditions.
-Eventually slept

Tuesday
-Woke up most ungraciously
-Most assuredly did NOT listen to Daft Punk
-Ate breakfast
-Painstakingly left camp
-Hung out with Joel, of whom had just gotten back from Calgary the night before
-We both went to work from 4-11
-Both went to James's and chit-chatted until... 12? or sometime.
-Listened to Daft Punk
-Slept

Wednesday
-Slept
-Woke up
-Bathed AND listened to Daft Punk
-Almost went back to sleep
-Made pancakes
-Ate
-Did stuff on the computer
-Watched movies
-Bought movies, bought books
-Ate
-Watched movies
-Shot some footage of CFS practicing
-Bob and I then went to TH's and then my house to watch Miami Ink
-Took Bob home
-Here I am.

okay bye1

Saturday, August 06, 2005

seven one thousand...

I have nothing to post right now. I'm just doing this so the 15-day spree is over sooner. Today at work I gave them my two weeks notice. Maybe I'll regret it.

tra la laaa!

Friday, August 05, 2005

six one thousand...

Usually it's this time at night when girls tell me all about their troubles. Even the gross ones...

But onto the pictures!!!






In the middle of the pit...



Fathers, hide your daughters.



Lastly, here's an exclusive 'in' for Sorbate and Skagway promotional-wise. It's not worth putting on the blog until I've got a picture of Skagway to match. So here for your pleasure is a robust looking Sorbate:

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

five one thousand...

I seriously thought my last post would take ten minutes to do. It took me over and hour and a half. This is a filler post until tomorrow's post where I shall include pictures of me kissing individual members of Norma Jean. The band. Also I shall include a hawt picture of me without a shirt. I have to find a way out of my shift on Sunday for an unprecedented surprise. A surprise of which I won't tell a one of you what it entails until the day is here. But I'm looking forward to it a lot.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

four one thousand...

I've always thought it was bad Internet cred to post a comment on your own blog. Sometimes someone will say something I really want to address, but I decide not to in order to keep my figurehead strong. I figured I will reply to all the comments I've ever wanted to reply to on this post right here. I'll probably never do this again.


The First Candidate:

If you take good, clear pictures of S&S related things - I could make you a blog layout featuring them if you want

You wouldn't have to use it of course - but it's worth a try.

By Eusdon

I would love for you to do this. I have too much on my plate as it is. I shall talk with you in real life about this in detail.


Do you think maybe the unproductive guy and the cat killer had something to do with you throwing up? Just thought I'd throw that out there.

By courtneymay

No, it was completely unprovoked. I thought I had made that clear.


The Third Candidate:

don't worry too much about the cat-killer flirting thing. i mean, if she's doing to you what i think she is- she's done that to justin. and not even J.T. - yes, the other justin :(

By jacketpotato

I don't know if I would have been more pleased if it had been J.T.


The Fourth Candidate:

Yes!

By Eusdon

Thanks for all the positive feedback.


The Fifth Candidate:

You have a riveting web log and undoubtedly
must have atypical & quiescent potential for
your intended readership. May I suggest that
you do everything in your power to honor
your Designer/Architect as well as your audience.
Please remember to never restrict anyone's
opportunities for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.


There is a time for everything, a season for every
activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time
to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time
to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and
a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to
scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time
to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A time to keep and
a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time
to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak
up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for
war and a time for peace.


Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

Howdy
Editor


'Thought & Humor'
Cyber-Humor & Cyber-Thought
http://ilovehowdy.blogspot.com/
Harvard Humor Club
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Harvard_Humor_Club/
By "Thought and Humour"

Why don't you just write my blog for me?


The Sixth Candidate:

holy crow Kevin...that was kind of scary. Just a side note, Brittany once in awhile says the whole awww, muffin thing; I am sure this blogg wasn't direct at her for that instance...was it?

By Kalin

Whoa, obsessive-protective much?


The Seventh Candidate:

Who is this dream girl Kevin...I hope you get this dream girl of yours.

By Kalin

Sigh, I could prattle on forever about her. Well, probably five minutes until I saw you getting creeped out by how much I love her and then stop. I hope so too.


The Eight Candidate:

My favorite part, you caulky little thing you:
well I must say I'm the most awesome person I know, so that's reason enough right there
But it did make me laugh however, as this person probably didn't understand half of the things you typed to him.

By Britt

Are you to say that I am a filling or sealing used to ensure corners and window frames are airtight and not let the warm air seep out, thus losing me money in heating my house?


The Ninth Candidate:

Oh...I feel for you Kevin and you mystery dumper must enjoy that considering you seem to always walk among the clog.

By Kalin

Whoa, what?


Amidst my searching for comments I could comment on, I found that I have indeed, commented on my very own blog. I'm sure I did it with a heavy heart, and I had a guilty sleep that night.


Exhibit One:

Well originally Willy Wonka was originally going to be played by Marilyn Manson.Willy Wonka is supposed to be hugely eccentric anyways. I think the clip just showed a scarcity of it.

By kevinKirkpatrick


Exhibit Two:

Jill: Well it's quite understandable, I more often than not leave a cynical comment.

I made that link before I made that post I believe, it's not a cheap shot at you. There was a picture of my cousin lying on the desk in front of me, and so I just got a random baby picture off of Google.

Ash-Lee: It's looking pretty unlikely, I think I'm just going to make a new account after I get a friend of mine to try and remove any spyware off of this thing.


By kevinKirkpatrick


Exhibit Three:

My cohort is obviosuly reffering to the aptly titled "Evil Dead 2: Dead By Dawn". Which everyone who reads this should see. Right about... NOW!

Hey, I just received a new e-mail message yet again! This time from Tickle/Emode.

By kevinKirkpatrick


Exhibit Four:

You know, ONE "ha" would of sufficed.
NOW TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!!!


By kevinKirkpatrick


Exhibits Five, Six, and Seven:

I have no idea who you are.

By kevinKirkpatrick


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By kevinKirkpatrick

You're such a good deriver Joel. (Maybe it's comments like that which make 'everyone' in school think we're a gay couple) Not driver though.

By kevinKirkpatrick


I actually did this next comment with full knowledge of my Internet cred being on the line. But it was for a post so long ago, and I don't think anyone knows what post. I'm putting it on here anyways in case someone finds it later and think I missed it.


Exhibit Eight:

Looking back at this post, I have no idea what I was talking about.

By kevinKirkpatrick


Oh, and;

SHUT YOUR DAMN DOG UP! HOW THE HELL IS ANYONE EXPECTED TO SLEEP??? IT'S 4:48 AM FOR CRAP'S SAKE!!!