Hi blogosphere,
To solve my dilemma (because you rarely comment on my posts) I've decided to poll you. The poll closes on the date I expect to next see the betee. I'll let the poll influence my final decision on the matter.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Theme Songs of my Life
Hey there blogosphere,
Did you know that I'm sensitive? As part of an ongoing series of posts about the theme songs of my life, I thought this simple plan tune is appropriate. Here it is:
Ok blogosphere, you got me. I'm not sure if "welcome to my life" applies to someone who spent the better part of the weekend crushing beers and potato salad. And no, I didn't post the video because it happens to be a friends favorite song (as per usual, I will not out anyone, so I'll refer to him as M. Smith...no, that's far to obvious...Lets call him Matt S.).
Blogsphere, I posted this video because I am in a bit of a moral dilemma. On the weekend I may - or may not, this is NOT an admission of guilt - have lost a bet. It was based on the subtitle of a photo I posted on facebook. Now, the premise of the supposed bet, according to the incumbent (did I use that word right?) was that I didn't think the subtitle to a photo of "Matt Smith Band" on a sign from the Red Lion in Belleville said "welcome to my life". Indeed, it turns out those words do appear in the subtitle - in homage to the real Matt S.'s favorite song. The question I pose to you blogosphere, is should I pay up, despite the fact that I refuse to admit that a legitimate bet took place.
Lets go over what a legitimate bet must have.
First, 2 willing parties.
Blogosphere, I came out and said "20 bucks". Whenever you bet such a large amount of money, your just trying to submit the betee into not taking your bet, and then laugh at them. It's the equivalent to a bluff in poker. The acceptance of such an offer does NOT mean theres 2 willing parties, just one.
Second, a hand shake
A hand shake did not take place blogosphere, as far as I can recollect.
Third, CREDIBLE and IMPARTIAL witnesses.
Blogosphere, there's no one in the world who would like to see me get my come-up-ins than these witnesses. The first witness, lets call him punch-bag, would sell me down a river for a dime if he ever got the chance. The second, lets call her dry heaves, may be impartial, but certainly not credible - as evidence in her nick-name.
So blogosphere, I think you'll agree with me, no bet took place. Will I eventually pay up? Stay tuned blogosphere...and no, I won't.
Did you know that I'm sensitive? As part of an ongoing series of posts about the theme songs of my life, I thought this simple plan tune is appropriate. Here it is:
Ok blogosphere, you got me. I'm not sure if "welcome to my life" applies to someone who spent the better part of the weekend crushing beers and potato salad. And no, I didn't post the video because it happens to be a friends favorite song (as per usual, I will not out anyone, so I'll refer to him as M. Smith...no, that's far to obvious...Lets call him Matt S.).
Blogsphere, I posted this video because I am in a bit of a moral dilemma. On the weekend I may - or may not, this is NOT an admission of guilt - have lost a bet. It was based on the subtitle of a photo I posted on facebook. Now, the premise of the supposed bet, according to the incumbent (did I use that word right?) was that I didn't think the subtitle to a photo of "Matt Smith Band" on a sign from the Red Lion in Belleville said "welcome to my life". Indeed, it turns out those words do appear in the subtitle - in homage to the real Matt S.'s favorite song. The question I pose to you blogosphere, is should I pay up, despite the fact that I refuse to admit that a legitimate bet took place.
Lets go over what a legitimate bet must have.
First, 2 willing parties.
Blogosphere, I came out and said "20 bucks". Whenever you bet such a large amount of money, your just trying to submit the betee into not taking your bet, and then laugh at them. It's the equivalent to a bluff in poker. The acceptance of such an offer does NOT mean theres 2 willing parties, just one.
Second, a hand shake
A hand shake did not take place blogosphere, as far as I can recollect.
Third, CREDIBLE and IMPARTIAL witnesses.
Blogosphere, there's no one in the world who would like to see me get my come-up-ins than these witnesses. The first witness, lets call him punch-bag, would sell me down a river for a dime if he ever got the chance. The second, lets call her dry heaves, may be impartial, but certainly not credible - as evidence in her nick-name.
So blogosphere, I think you'll agree with me, no bet took place. Will I eventually pay up? Stay tuned blogosphere...and no, I won't.
Friday, 15 April 2011
Just Imagine the Freedom
Hey there blogosphere,
A few of my colleagues from work have decided to waste our money on a Lotto Max ticket for this upcoming draw. I don't know how I get talked into these things blogosphere. I guess it's just the calling of the "party in da club popping bottles full of bub" life-style that I find so appealing.
But before I break out the Cristal, lets put our nerd goggles on and examine the probability of winning.
There are 7 numbers picked from a pool of 49 numbers. So, statistically, the probability of winning is: (1/49)*(1/48)*(1/47)*(1/46)*(1/45)*(1/44)*(1/43)
Some people think it's 1/49 to the 7th power, but after the first number is drawn, there are only 48 left to draw from (slightly improving your odds). The answer above is in the range of 10^-12, or a 0.000000000001 chance of winning.
What I find funny about this whole thing, blogosphere, is how even with such a small chance of winning, some of my "partners" are looking to backstab the others. Now I won't name names blogosphere - I didn't get into this business to "out" people like some white collared pencil pushing journalist, that's not my style. But, I will tell you that being involved in this intense drama is like living an episode of survivor.
Now blogsphere, I'm no rat - no Johnny playfair, if you will. In fact, most people would probably relate me to being more of a Colby (heart of gold, athletic build, etc. etc.). In case you don't remember, Colby dominated the final stretch of immunity challenges ensuring himself a final spot at tribal council. He then loyally brought Tina with him, a move that would ultimately cost him 900,000 bones. Like Colby, if I were in a game of survivor I imagine being a dominant force in the immunity challenges. But would I take Tina over Keith? (Keith was generally disliked and would probably only get a vote from Jerri in the final tribal council, and I suspect that vote would only be because Colby decided not to give her a lift to pound-town during the show)
Well that's a tough hypothetical question, and I won't answer it. But, being the Colby that I am, I definitely won't be aligning myself with this two timing snake-in-the-grass trying to turn his quarter pot into a third. That's not Colby type behavior. But I do appreciate him coming to me to form an alliance first. Now I can at least prepare myself for the inevitable double cross coming my way, and try to prevent it. More Imporantly, it gives me the opportunity to send this "partner" a public warning: Do Not Mess with The Dog.
I know what your thinking blogosphere. Relating my current situation (just a refresher, this post started with me having a 1/4 stake in a lottery ticket) to Colby's in Survivor the Australian Outback is a bit of a stretch. Well, your wrong. Sure, I didn't have to eat nothing but rice for 4 weeks to get this lottery ticket. But I did have to smell street-crawler B.O. for 4 minutes whilst I waited in line for my ticket - just as grueling.
Reflecting back, it's funny isn't it blogosphere. One minute, your enjoying a nice stroll down bloor street, dancing over puke and side-stepping piss puddles. The next minute, your sucked into the 7/11, buying a lottery ticket, and your world is flipped upside down...and we haven't even won yet.
A few of my colleagues from work have decided to waste our money on a Lotto Max ticket for this upcoming draw. I don't know how I get talked into these things blogosphere. I guess it's just the calling of the "party in da club popping bottles full of bub" life-style that I find so appealing.
But before I break out the Cristal, lets put our nerd goggles on and examine the probability of winning.
There are 7 numbers picked from a pool of 49 numbers. So, statistically, the probability of winning is: (1/49)*(1/48)*(1/47)*(1/46)*(1/45)*(1/44)*(1/43)
Some people think it's 1/49 to the 7th power, but after the first number is drawn, there are only 48 left to draw from (slightly improving your odds). The answer above is in the range of 10^-12, or a 0.000000000001 chance of winning.
What I find funny about this whole thing, blogosphere, is how even with such a small chance of winning, some of my "partners" are looking to backstab the others. Now I won't name names blogosphere - I didn't get into this business to "out" people like some white collared pencil pushing journalist, that's not my style. But, I will tell you that being involved in this intense drama is like living an episode of survivor.
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| Colby from Survivor: The Australian Outback |
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| Artist Rendition of Snake in Grass |
I know what your thinking blogosphere. Relating my current situation (just a refresher, this post started with me having a 1/4 stake in a lottery ticket) to Colby's in Survivor the Australian Outback is a bit of a stretch. Well, your wrong. Sure, I didn't have to eat nothing but rice for 4 weeks to get this lottery ticket. But I did have to smell street-crawler B.O. for 4 minutes whilst I waited in line for my ticket - just as grueling.
Reflecting back, it's funny isn't it blogosphere. One minute, your enjoying a nice stroll down bloor street, dancing over puke and side-stepping piss puddles. The next minute, your sucked into the 7/11, buying a lottery ticket, and your world is flipped upside down...and we haven't even won yet.
Monday, 11 April 2011
Playoff Pool
Hey Blogosphere,
Feel free to join my playoff pool group via the cbc website
Join my Group: The Dogs House
password: doghouse
How to play?
It's on their website, but here is the coles notes version:
You get 30 points (like a salary cap), each player is ranked as a 1-4, based on how many points they would produce. Ovechy is a 4, Dan Carcillo is a 1..etc.
You use your 30 points on 6 fwds, 3 D, 2 goalies. (half from each conference)
Goalies get 2 points per win, 3 points per shutout (2 for the 1, 1 additional for the shutout)
Adding all the points together produced by all, you get your round total. They'res 4 rounds obviously. Your competing against everyone in Canada, but in the group it shows you how people you know are doing, makes it more interesting.
Important note: When you make your picks, make sure you fill out the tie breakers at the bottom of the page, otherwise when you submit your picks they'll all be erased.
good luck!
Feel free to join my playoff pool group via the cbc website
Join my Group: The Dogs House
password: doghouse
How to play?
It's on their website, but here is the coles notes version:
You get 30 points (like a salary cap), each player is ranked as a 1-4, based on how many points they would produce. Ovechy is a 4, Dan Carcillo is a 1..etc.
You use your 30 points on 6 fwds, 3 D, 2 goalies. (half from each conference)
Goalies get 2 points per win, 3 points per shutout (2 for the 1, 1 additional for the shutout)
Adding all the points together produced by all, you get your round total. They'res 4 rounds obviously. Your competing against everyone in Canada, but in the group it shows you how people you know are doing, makes it more interesting.
Important note: When you make your picks, make sure you fill out the tie breakers at the bottom of the page, otherwise when you submit your picks they'll all be erased.
good luck!
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
It's not a Trick, Michael, It's an Illuuusion!
Hi Blogosphere,
I've been learning about optical illusions in one of my classes, and how the brain can supposedly only perceive one image at a time. Here is an example:
What do you see? A beautiful starlet looking away or an old lady with a giant nose?
I just thought I'd query you, blogosphere, to see if anyone else thinks they can see both at the same time by putting your eyes out of focus.
Also, in homage of this illusion, here's a little arrested development.
....I'm an idea's man Micheal
I've been learning about optical illusions in one of my classes, and how the brain can supposedly only perceive one image at a time. Here is an example:
What do you see? A beautiful starlet looking away or an old lady with a giant nose?
I just thought I'd query you, blogosphere, to see if anyone else thinks they can see both at the same time by putting your eyes out of focus.
Also, in homage of this illusion, here's a little arrested development.
....I'm an idea's man Micheal
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Our Next Prime Minister
Who would you vote for? According to the Toronto Star's picture gallery, there's only 4 candidates. One of them is noticeably depicted as an angry old man. See if you can figure it out.
Pictured: NDP leader Jack Layton
Pictured: Liberal Leader Michael Ignatieff
Pictured: Prime Minister Stephen Harper
Pictured: Man smelling fart
According to these pictures, I'd probably vote for Harper. He seems like the type of guy I could share a pint of maple syrup with.
According to these pictures, I'd probably vote for Harper. He seems like the type of guy I could share a pint of maple syrup with.
Friday, 1 April 2011
The Dog in The Dog's House
Hey there blogosphere,
I recently had my dog in Toronto for the week to look after him, and I noticed some important personality traits that I think are similar to me. I thought you, blogosphere, would be interested in hearing about them.
Firstly, me and this dog have both become pretty bad-ass over the years, in the sense that we don't take crap off of any body. For example, at one point he wanted a treat, I could tell because he just started barking at me for no reason. Unfortunately, years of getting him to shut up by just giving him a treat has inadvertently trained him to bark whenever he has a hankering for some pupperoni. But, what he didn't realize is that I'm no push-over either. He barked at me, I stared back refusing to cave to his demands for minutes. It was truly a stone-cold stand-off between 2 cold blooded animals, a raging battle between Titans. Seeing that I eventually gave him a treat - I had to shut him up somehow blogosphere - I'd say it ended in a draw.
Another personality trait we've co-evolved is the ability to break down barriers. Now blogosphere, I can't recite every example of this on my part. I'm constantly breaking down walls set up by society, bettering man-kind for it. But until now, I had no idea my dog did the same. You see blogosphere, I left him alone for a few hours one day and his acquired sense to break down barriers took over. In this scenario, the barrier was my front door - he scratched the Be-Jesus out of it blogosphere. He attacked it the same way I attack metaphorical barriers, on a daily basis.
Finally, me and this dog do what we want, when we want blogosphere. For instance, last Saturday I ordered a double burger at Utopia. That's a full pound of beef blogosphere, but I said whatever, this is what I want and this is when I want it. This dog, on the other hand, took a different approach to express the same characteristic. Repeatedly, as we were walking the park to do his business, he decided he would stop into his 3 point stance and leave his fecies in the middle of the side-walk, making it impossible for me to avoid picking it up. Now I really wanted him to wait a few minutes and go at the park where there are trash cans, to minimize the time I have to walk around literally carrying his crap, but no - it's when and where he wants, just like me.
Despite our similar personalities, I did notice that me and this dog do differ in tastes when it comes to comfort. I absolutely hate the couch I have in my apartment, blogosphere, but as you can see, he loved it.
I recently had my dog in Toronto for the week to look after him, and I noticed some important personality traits that I think are similar to me. I thought you, blogosphere, would be interested in hearing about them.
Firstly, me and this dog have both become pretty bad-ass over the years, in the sense that we don't take crap off of any body. For example, at one point he wanted a treat, I could tell because he just started barking at me for no reason. Unfortunately, years of getting him to shut up by just giving him a treat has inadvertently trained him to bark whenever he has a hankering for some pupperoni. But, what he didn't realize is that I'm no push-over either. He barked at me, I stared back refusing to cave to his demands for minutes. It was truly a stone-cold stand-off between 2 cold blooded animals, a raging battle between Titans. Seeing that I eventually gave him a treat - I had to shut him up somehow blogosphere - I'd say it ended in a draw.
Another personality trait we've co-evolved is the ability to break down barriers. Now blogosphere, I can't recite every example of this on my part. I'm constantly breaking down walls set up by society, bettering man-kind for it. But until now, I had no idea my dog did the same. You see blogosphere, I left him alone for a few hours one day and his acquired sense to break down barriers took over. In this scenario, the barrier was my front door - he scratched the Be-Jesus out of it blogosphere. He attacked it the same way I attack metaphorical barriers, on a daily basis.
Finally, me and this dog do what we want, when we want blogosphere. For instance, last Saturday I ordered a double burger at Utopia. That's a full pound of beef blogosphere, but I said whatever, this is what I want and this is when I want it. This dog, on the other hand, took a different approach to express the same characteristic. Repeatedly, as we were walking the park to do his business, he decided he would stop into his 3 point stance and leave his fecies in the middle of the side-walk, making it impossible for me to avoid picking it up. Now I really wanted him to wait a few minutes and go at the park where there are trash cans, to minimize the time I have to walk around literally carrying his crap, but no - it's when and where he wants, just like me.
Despite our similar personalities, I did notice that me and this dog do differ in tastes when it comes to comfort. I absolutely hate the couch I have in my apartment, blogosphere, but as you can see, he loved it.
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