A new foil for Roger

I woke up at noon today and turned on the TV in time to see Roger Federer lose to Guillermo Canas for the second consecutive match in 2 tournaments. It seems Federer may have a new foil in Canas. Canas is only the 5th person in pro-tennis to record back to back wins against Federer.

Canas knocked Federer out early in the last tournament they played (Indian Wells), ending Roger's 41 match win streak. It was so early that televised coverage of the tournament hadn't even started. I felt a little robbed at not being able to see Federer play.

So they met up again in this tournament(Key Biscayne), and while it looked like Roger was going to pull it together, Canas was able to turn being broken twice in the last set into a tiebreaker and eventually a win. From the little I saw at the end, it seemed like Roger was kind of falling apart. I hope he glues himself back together.



While I'm sad for the world's #1, I'm sure Roger will put his newfound time to use training to win the 2nd of 4 grand slams this year: The French Open

I'd like to see Canas VS Nadal to see how the two Roger-killers stack up against each other...

Bypass

if you're ever running past security and you don't want more security that you're running towards to stop you, yell "wait up" or "stop him" and point where you're running to and people will think you're helping the chase.


Cops always get really excited when you run from them. I learned this at an early age when I started going to Fulton and I'd convince my friends to just run with me up the hill after we'd see a cop driving through Polson Park. Never failed.
Anyways, the quick fix is to address it terms of velocity. "You have an issue with my standard velocity, officer?"

COP: You were running from me!
X: I wasn't running from you. You are not where I started running.
COP: You were running away from me!
X: You were running with me? I fail to see how I could be running away from you when clearly you moved closer at every stage to have stopped me.
COP: I wasn't running with you. I was running after you!
X: How could you be running after me when we were both running at the same time? If you ran after me you'd arrive where I was long after I had been there. Please, officer, perhaps it's time for you to rest?
[Cop self-destructs]


That shit never happens in San Andreas. Just PLOW!!!

Proximity

You can't compete for attention from obscurity with that which is in plain view.

Happy St ME day!

Thank you, Baby!

That really was a lovely love story <3

Mwah!

It ain't easy being me

Seriously.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to hit 3 balls a second consistently while not letting your left foot touch the ground?



It ain't easy being Dustix either. He was the one on the other side and still is as a matter of fact! I mean, look at those balls flying at me! This is live coverage! I'm blogging this post right now by squeezing my racquet computer at different pressures. The light you see is the result of massive lights powered by the near hurricane-force wall of air that Dustix and I are pushing into the windmills we had the foresight to install here at the Polson tennis courts. And the only reason I'm able to keep my left foot off the ground is because he's hitting them so f*n hard that they push me back from hitting them!

After a few days of this (I cleared the time off from work with my boss via my handy sweaterphone) I should probably look something like this:

This week

Is a good week!
I got Habby here all week
The Pacific Life tennis tournament is on all week

And today! Today has the best chance for me to see all 3 of my best friends in the same day! Tennis is on at 11(now). Ian is on at 1, Dustin at 3, and then Habby! (at 5? probly not) With these kind of forces in alignment I should buy a lottery ticket! I should meet Habby at 6/49 and together, with our two secrets combining, we'll lock probability right where we(I) want it!

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I've long known that I've had a secret. Something which enables me to do things and partake of experience in a way that would never be possible without it. But my secret was never a whole secret. It has always been half a secret. Habby has the other half of the secret. Never can we know each other's half, but we can combine to create a reaction.

That reminds me, I should post the story about how Habby and I became best friends. But tennis is on (Go Roddick!), so later but soon!

Word of the day

Resourcefulness


What's this word for?

You know what? Fuck it. I'm making that the word of the week.

ASk yourself, "am I resourceful? Is that something I want to be? Is that an image I want to project?"

Star Trek

Now who said Picard's "There are FOUR lights!!" was the most dramatic moment by a Starfleet captain?

Obviously they overlooked this:

The Ball

You can start the ball rolling

With all the purpose and determination in the world

But if you don't keep it rolling, it stops. No matter how much you WANT it to keep rolling it won't move once it stops if you don't DO anything.

At first the protest from the ball is vigorous. "Roll me!"

If the ball isn't rolled, over time, the ball loses hope. The plea to be rolled becomes weary in the ball's throat. Why the ball was ever rolled in the first place loses focus in the ball's mind.

A rolling stone gathers no moss, and this holds true for the ball as well.

Eventually the stopped ball is covered with the ground it rests on, and becomes part of the ground. No ball. Just a bump for other balls to roll over...

Jesse f*n Boston

Holy shit. You have no idea. Your brain could break. But that's the risk you take, if you mess in with Jesse f*n Boston!
(Try the doghunt game!)



meow said:
what do the tax forms say about the amount they won't pay you if they owe you less than it?
JESSE says:
i dont know i closed it
JESSE says:
with my fists


Jesse's a sick fuck. The sickest even. He's so twisted in his art that he can take something that is only the basest form of wrongness and play it so it's the purest right. In other words, I laugh at all the shit Jesse says when if it was anyone else, I'd call the cops. I laugh so hard I cry. And that's why Jesse lets me live. Cuz he can make me cry.
He showed me this picture he took and my inner child cried.


As you can see, Jesse enjoys a good striped shirt. There's actually a video with him on it on youtube. it's 10 minute clip, and he's near the end. He comes out of some house saying he's halfway done. You'll know him when you see the striped shirt:

Graphic depiction of Jesse f*n Boston

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Myspace(ship)

I made a myspace a lil while ago. Come add me if I haven't found you already. I like the way it networks people. I was surprised by some of the connections between my people that I didn't know existed.
This is still the place to visit me though. The blog over there is just fluff. What do you mean what's the difference??

P2theatric


Oh, and go look at Dustix's site and request he add you as a friend too! (Even if you don't know him)

http://myspace.com/dustix

bwA hahahaha

Elegant Adjustment

"Sometimes attaining the deepest familiarity with a question is our best substitute for actually having the answer."

~~Brian Greene

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Wanna be a Yo-yo ninja? I found this link after I told Dustin I wanted to get a yoyo trick DVD and then when I got home I thought to myself, "self, why don't you avail yourself of more of the resources you already have in your possession?"
It was a good question. One I should look at more often and become better familiar with...

LINK

I chew need

I'll never stop trying to get what I want.

As long as I don't have what I want I keep my eyes moving to find what I want.

I am a "what-I-want" detector. The investigation of the environment which holds the things I want (for this is purely an external-type reference to one's pursuit model) is a multitaskable ability with the capacity of returns coming from several different locations simultaneously. The ability to correctly appraise value and take the most prudent steps with regard to obtaining the most value from your endeavours The ability to efficiently and effectively manage returns is the ability to grasp happiness.





Let's say there is an ultimate thing that I could want. I could probably tell when I was in its presence if my detector core melted from overload. The thing I want the most would be the thing that leaves me to want for the least. It would be like a fuse designed to burn out when a maximum threshold is reached. I wouldn't need to check the meter anymore because there would be no current in the function.

But I wonder, would I keep the meter?
Stashed in some shoebox of my mental closet?
Like some just-in-case because I could never really believe?
Would I feel doubt if I should ever recall I owned such a meter once upon a time?
Would I feel freedom if I envisioned such an event before I ever had such occasion to retire such a device?

And there lies the pain, the agony,
the perpetual falling short of omnibliss.
No human can contain it.
I face a struggle to constrain it.
Writhing gnashing always free
freer flying higher than me

yet somehow lost among twisted nothing
particular digital scribe's not bluffing
stopping a second to leave this behind
i could cast a shock and find you're mine

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*coming soon*


If you don't throw you won't know
if you could ever make it stall on snow
when you throw it hard enough to find
that the yoyo has no need to unwind
**barber shop quartet: "but willll anywayyyyyYYY"**

The only time

The only time I've ever played my Nintendo DS and watched TV at the same time, I started playing Top Spin 2 right after I popped Airheads into my player. A little ways in I realise I'm missing stuff but I don't really care. Then I look up and see a woman who's supposed to be watching the security monitor right by her head but is missing it because she's playing a similar handheld game system...

Multiply movies owned by occasions where I could have played my DS while watching a movie? Is that the equation for the odds? I'm not good at calculating odds.

Did I make that happen or was it accident? Could my subconcious mind seek to amuse me by influencing my choices in orchestrated efforts behind my conscience screen?

OK, so that banana wasn't mine..

Banana hands

Unbelievable skillz

Dustin and I been playing with yo-yos lately, to the widespread amusement of onlookers. Our trip to Kelowna today to get my passport application in and scout out some yo-yos didn't turn up much for yo-yos. And to top it off, the passport office is open 2pm-8pm, so we were about 2 hrs too early by the time we finally got there. (I had to return to Kelowna later today to get it done and was accosted by a small boy at the passport office who wanted to put the gank on my yo-yo!)

Dustin did manage to turn up a couple yo-yos. One is a dual-mode classic/clutch yo-yo which is pretty cool. The other one he got is the pieces of a yo-yo that resembled a tire when he bought it.

We left the store after Dustin strong-armed a clerk into helping him. Him, me, and the yo-yo. Only him and I made it. We're walking up to my car and I'm just disarming the alarm and I turn around in time to see Dustin send his brand new yo-yo down to the ground into a little mini explosion of black plastic as the simulated rubber of the tire broke off and went flying in different directions. As we got into the car I noticed an employee outside the store and I was trying to convince Dustin to throw the receipt and the yoyo out the window at her feet as we drove by and yell "it's all crap!" at her. By the time we would have been ready to deploy Dustin was onboard with the plan, but unfortunately she had already gone back inside.




I found this video of a yo-yo trickster and wow. I felt amazement mixed with inadequacy, lol. Just watch it.

Yo-Yo, Yo!


This yo-yo costs $449 and is the most expensive yo-yo money can buy:

Mika

I was watching TV and I saw this video by British musician, Mika, and was instantly hooked. His vocal range is quite impressive. I hurt myself trying to imitate his higher pitches lol.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

Grace Kelly video