Tomorrow’s gonna be a great day.

I can feel it.

Tomorrow, I get to play ice hockey again after about a 5 year hiatus. It’s been a while. To feel the recirculated rink air whoosing past your cheeks as you barrel down the ice… ahhh. I’m going to feel like a kid again.

My workmates and I are going to be practicing for the first annual UdeM vs. McGill reg-gen (regulatory genetics) game. Being french (mostly.. *cough*) we should naturally beat the hell out of them. But practice (especially for those players that can’t skate…) is necessary. Which is what’s going on tomorrow.

I’m so excited about this that I couldn’t wait to try on my old hockey equipment. Of course, I had to get some Halo 2 in tonight as well. A compromise was reached.

I also spent a good chunk of the night working on the stupid sidebar you see on the left. Still not very nice to look at, but better than before… Anyways, the point is that once again, I should have worked on school stuff and I didn’t. Bah.

It’s a quarter to 1. Maybe I can squeeze in a quick game before bed….

Well now that my rant is out of the way, some updates deserve a mention!

My travelblog (see the Travel category) went amazingly well, and it was a hell of a lot of fun to write as well. I’m debating the idea of taking my digital camera with me wherever I go, in case an opportune nap-shot comes up (even if it’ll be back here in "boring" Montreal). In any case, I only got positive feedback about it, and everyone enjoyed the vicarious living of my vacation with me and my travel buddy. I miss having such cool things to write about every few days. That vacation stuff is killer content :D.

The last few (blog-less) months have been spent at UdeM, pursuing my master’s degree. There seem to be a lot of peaks and valleys in the workload, but the people I’ve met there are great - it’s the first time I’m studying in French, and it’s also the first time I’m making friends in French, which is a whole new experience onto itself. To my utter amazement, it seems that humor actually smashes through language barriers. More importantly, funny gestures do more to get a joke across than any words. My arms are getting a workout.

School is cool, and that rhyme was in no way sponsored by Mr. T. I also get to work in a research center in a hospital, so I’m getting to know about 40 different people by default because they have no choice - I’m huge and noticeable.

Finally, my roomate and I have been sucked into the online world of Halo 2, and are constantly going at it online against other players and friends. The third roomie, A GIRL, doesn’t understand. Tsk. Typical.

Finally finally, moving to the new blog software makes it hard to preserve the old look of the blog, so it’ll take a little bit longer to get the sidebar looking all nice and pwetty like it used ta. But no biggie though - the essential part is already done! Now it’s just cosmetic.

And finally finally finally, some fun stuff, just like the good old days!

Static electricity = Electric sheep?
Crazy slick website, very cool art/comics
http://www.e-sheep.com/

Check. The. Groove.
Funktastic! Love the style, and the game’s pretty fun too..
http://www.koreus.com/files/200406/themalibu9.html

Anal Seepage!
It’s not poetry, but it’s actually pretty catchy.
http://www.rathergood.com/seepage/

Virtual office work
Throw the paper into the basket! There’s about a 1 minute queue to try it out.
http://www.sticky.tv/game/cyrkam_airtos/

Lost Spidey Comix
What if? What if the spidey comics were re-written!? This stuff cracked me up, just because they’re so stupid and the images are so serious.
http://www.newcomicreviews.com/temp/spidey/

Self-explanatory
http://www.whackyourboss.com/

Random Punk generator machine
Unleash the punk in you
http://www.zanorg.com/prodperso/punk.htm

Whew.

I’m going to say hello, but I already know that no one is really listening. It doesn’t matter anyways - I have no such starry-eyed illusion that anyone besides myself holds this infinitesimally small corner of the dubyadubyadubya with any importance!

With that in mind, I now curiously find myself in the pleasurable situation of having something to say with absolutely no consequences.

What’s that you say? There are always repercussions!? You know what I say? I say that you’ve never heard the sound of one hand clapping.

**zen momment**

Getting back to me, now. I still have something to say:

Kiss my hairy raw pink ass, you mutherfucking spam-whores.

I feel the need to explain, but (refer above to the second paragraph) again, there’s no real reason to. I’ve been seriously neglecting my so-called blog for the last few months, but that’s not to say that there’s been no activity here - why, I believe in fact that my blog has never been more popular. And that’s without me even writing new posts for it! Why, it must be my natural god-given talent as a writer that keeps em coming back, even with a lack of content! Huzzah!

Get a mop, my sarcasm just dripped all over the floor.

Spam-whores. Mutha-fukas. Cunts with asses for heads. Pieces of shit composed of more pieces of shit inside of them. Sort of a chocolate-covered chocolate type of thing, except more smelly.

My blog, for some unknown reason, has become one of the premiere locations for comment-spam-bots from all corners of the world. It got to the point that I was receiving more than 300 comment postings a day, the majority of which urged the reader to go find some lesbians having sex after taking viagra at an online casino.

I tried to put some measures up, but not only did they not work, but it seems that their presence may have mixed badly with the spam-bots and it resulted in the breaking of my blog. It didn’t work anymore.

I was defeated. At that point I contented myself with simply trying to delete as many of the comments that I could (because incomprehensibly, the comments on my broken blog kept coming), and focusing my thoughts on other things. However, even that got understandably annoying. So I took further action: I did nothing. Porn, casinos, viagra - bring em on! Everyone’s fucking welcome. What the hell did I care? I wasn’t posting anything.

Some would call this cowardice. Some would call this giving in to THEM.

Some should provide me with their email address so that I could share every comment post notification that I lovingly received with them.

But I’m here, aren’t I? What, the dear reader asks, has changed? I’ve outsmarted ‘em. At least for now. First off, I felt that my broken blog was running on software that was out of date, and that same software, being the most popular blogging tool around, was a prime target for spammers. So I thought different ™. No, no mac stuff. Just open-source goodness.

I’m currently running this orange haven of mine on WordPress. It’s got an active community, and so far it’s not too shabby. I had a lot of choice to decide which tool I should use - but as you can imagine, I was less concerned with snazzy features and more with elimspamination.

I present to you: captcha. What this is, and what it does is require (sorry) people who want to post a comment to input the text they see in the picture before they submit their comment. Since humans can easily do this, but this is much harder for a dumb web-crawling spambot to do, spambots can’t post, and readers can, which is exactly what I wanted in the first place.

I haven’t gotten one spam since I put it in. (sniff) I’m so… happy. There’s finally silence.