Happy Holloween

Can you tell which is which?

Last night was my wife's office Halloween costume party. It was a fun night, I decided to dress up as Hellboy (shame on you if you don't know who he is). My costume landed me 3rd place! Woot! Anyways..for more images try this link. [More]

Things That Go Through My Mind...

When I'm mind-numbingly bored at work:

- How fast will 5 come?
- Do I have to go pee now?
- What do I have to eat?
- If a close my eyes for 5 minutes, will anyone notice?
- I just had my eyes closed for 10 minutes, did anyone notice?
- What's on TV tonight?
- I wonder what my cat is doing right now?
- I wonder where that plane is taking off to
- Can I fart and no one will notice?
- I wonder if my boss spies on me...
- Do I have any elastics I can fling at people?
- Do I smell?

Toxic Spill...Wanna Swim?

As I write this, there is a rather large toxic spill not too far from me. I think around my location is safe, and waste is apparently not dangerous enough to kill.

So as this is all happening I begin to think of all the comic book heroes and villains that have been created by toxic and radioactive accidents. Daredevil was blinded by some nasty stuff, the Hulk was bombarded by radioactive waves, and of course we all know about that radioactive spider. So...what goes through my mind is this, if I decide to head for the accident scene, strip-down to my boxers and take a dip, will I come out with super-powers? Can you imagine what could possibly happen? Meh...with my luck my super powers would be an amazing sense of self pity...

Damn those lucky accident victims...

Dream A Little Dream for Me

Ok so last night I had some intense and odd dreams. The first one I can remember is where I was sitting on the curb near my old house and a flamingo approaches me and attaches his rear to my back and begins to poop on me.

With the flamingo attached to me and pooping I walk home and ask for assistance, no one would help me. I remove my swim trunks and proceed to walk to a friend's house and ask to take a shower, since apparently I wasn't allowed to take one at home. My mother, from our house begins to yell at me across the laneway,

"Why did you leave your dirty bathing suit here?! I'm not washing it!!"

As I wait to take a shower in my friends house, naked, in the kitchen, he has a large family meal and I am left to cover myself.

My next dream involved my wife and I in some wintry town. We are at a bar/7-11 with some rusty old regulars, as we leave to look for my car I see a van parked nearby. The van is parked very close to my car and I make a comment to the driver, who is sitting outside his van. He immediately runs in his car and takes off...my dreamlike mind realizes he was trying to steal my car. For some reason a modem-looking device on the passenger side under the glove compartment serves as my car-alarm. I realize he was using a laser to press the buttons on my alarm to turn it off. My next thought is to buy a small mirror to attach to the face of the modem/car alarm to prevent people using lasers to open it.

Suddenly I am in a house with a woman attempting to steal my car using eye-lasers, she is blinded by my new mirror device. The car, for some reason, is also in the living room of the house. I re-arrange the dining room set to act as a ramp and plan to jump out the large bay windows of this house.

Suddenly I am back in my apartment and in my bathroom, I see my wife's clothes thrown about on the bathroom floor. They are very dressy, something you would wear at a club. I run to the bedroom and accuse her of sneaking out and she tells me she went to see some friends. I throw her out of the apartment and call a locksmith to change the locks...dream ends.

Yeah...no more yogurt and sausages before bedtime...

The Costume Question

Later this month the Wifey's boss is holding a swanky Haloween party at his place. I love costume parties, but am finding it difficult to select a costume. My initial idea of showing up like mild mannered reporter Clark Kent, with a Superman shirt underneath was poo-pooed by the Wifey.

I then thought about going as Peter Griffin from 'The Family Guy'...but then decided I would look odd with a huge belly and normal sized head. I briefly considered going as the Wifey and she would go as me...but she found that dressing like a man is not as exciting for her, as opposed to me dressing like a woman.

So now I am completely out of ideas..Help!

My Plans on Being A Flasher

I got a new funky book today, 'Flash Out of the Box' - This unique learning approach helps you quickly master the essential Flash techniques.

Hopefully some cool flash goodies will be added to this site soon...for now you can all enjoy this link, it is my very first Flash creation.

Great Song

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how if feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it

So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me