Sex, Drugs, and Maury Povich

Top of the mornin' to yees. What a wild time it's been these last two weeks...sitting on my arse, playing online poker and video games to fill my time. Friday was cottage party night at a girl from the ol' high school bands' house. It was a typical cobourg setting. No need to elaborate on that. Saturday really got me thinking though. I drove home around 1am on friday night and listened to some good tunes on the '01 highway. I saw my brother whom I haven't seen since Easter which was good. No matter how much we bicker and complain about each other, I know he needs me and I need him. It's kind of weird though I find, at least the way I think about it. He has always been the "outgoing" type of person: lots of friends, always on his way to someplace, never has much time to just sit around and relax. Myself on the other hand, I find I don't have that many friends, especially now in Cobourg, and am content to just watch a movie any night of the week. Being busy isn't something I need. I find myself feeling that he needs someplace where he can feel relaxed and not "on", and I need him get me to go and do something. It kind of works in opposites now that I look at it, but I guess it balances, somehow. So back to saturday. I got to thinking about this whole promiscuis sex thing. How bad is it really, what would God say if the rapture were to happen during my "encounter", u might call it, out of wedlock, and what kind of entertainment would we have if it wasn't EVERYWHERE? I found myself asking this question while watching an all too familiar episode of Maury. The title read, "I have 3 kids and I KNOW you are the father". And the part that I caught was there is this guy who has been taking care of his girlfriends kids thinking that one of them is his. So Maury pulls out the big envelope and says, "In the matter of Mrs. X and child...Mr Z...YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER". THe crowd erupts "OHHHHHHHHHHH". Mrs. X runs away crying. I realized what I was watching and the only thing that came out of my mouth was *&#$(insert f-bomb here). This crap is messed up. 2nd thought was if it weren't for these people who enjoy scandalous and free-swinging sex, Maury wouldn't have a TV show, so lots of people without jobs, networks wouldn't fill a timeslot which means no money, and people might actually not be forcefed this BS and there wouldn't be so many kids running around with parents that abandoned them. So I had a chuckle with myself while I enjoyed a coca-cola.

I've been playing a lot of online poker recently, namely the last 4 days. Tonight was a pretty good night. I actually won some money. But you don't care about that.

So today at work I got frustrated. I won't go into details here but you all know how much I love my job. Long story short though, myself and two Jamaicans where pulling 280 10-gallon shrubs, heavy sons-a-guns AND they were soaking wet. This was to fill an order which was given to another guy. So we load up about 150 ready to pack up and get ready to ship and as we are labelling them we see two whole other crews doing the rest of the order, only when they finished their stuff they decided to sit in the shade and watch us. THEN, after lunch when we were pulling the other 130 plants two guys from the other crews come down and say they came to help to speed things up, 10 seconds later I turned around to ask them something and their backs were already turned and heading back up to the "sitting area". AHHHHHHHH SHOOT ME NOW

The only way I stayed sane today was to recount old saturday night live skits that aren't in regular rotation anymore. Specifically Jimmy Fallon skits. The two which I rehashed today were the Nick Burns Company Computer Guy and the one I alluded to earlier. If you know what it is give yourself a gold star, if not then give yourself FIVE BLACK CIRCLES. Oh Nick Burns where are you when I need you. He used to come into an office and solve computer problems by just throwing tech words together and mashing the keyboard. Quite funny if you're a computer geek like myself. Anyway, the other skit (have you figured it out yet?) had Jimmy and some new guy in front of a bar drinking. The one I remember vividly was with Ray Liotta. He had one really beefy arm from playing one of those videogame golf machines where you roll the ball to swing, or maybe it was bowling, anyway it was super funny.

And that is how I make it through my days. I NEED SCHOOL BAD. See ya'll later.

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here's some pics from the cottage on friday ; http://www.flickr.com/photos/j-roc