"A million monkeys banging on a million typewriters for a million years will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare."

I've decided to take an extended vacation from my weblog. I've been doing this for just over a year now, and while it's been fun, lately it's been increasingly harder to come up with content interesting enough to make it worth waiting for the page to load.

Another reason is that for months now I had been planning to do something with this web site, starting with the layout; I just haven't had the energy to do so. The Internet is dynamic and ever-evolving, which by comparison makes my little corner of the web pretty stale.

Despite some small sucesses I'm not good enough yet to legitimately call myself web designer. My talents lie elsewhere and for now I'm not prepared to invest the time and effort into learning what I need to know.

Thank you to the few of you who dropped by from time to time. If it weren't for my small audience I wouldn't have come even this far.

"So long, and thanks for all the fish."

Stare hard at the doorway in this image for about two minutes. Don't look away. You'll know it when you see it. (Pilfered from Eden.)

This escaped Siberian tiger was chased by Police in Pickering yesterday. It was spotted roaming the area of my friend Lisa's place and was eventually captured near a relative's towing company yard across the street.

I want a tiger.

Oh no it isn't!

There's been some more shuffling of management at work. This time my boss is moving on, but not very far. She's just going to the other side of the department. Geez, less than a year and so far I've managed to get rid of my Line Manager and Department Head.

Awhile back I mentioned a cute girl who works in audit. Well starting March 1st she's going to be my boss. Sweet.

Addendum: Don't worry Kelsey, though I'm irrestistible to women, she's happily married. =)

This is for Lilly who disputes my desire and/or ability to consume copious amounts of alcohol starting Friday. This is a typical weekly invitation that went around the office on Thursday:

To: [Firken Distribution List]
From: Sanjay Seegobin
Subject: Out of Office

I will be out of the office Friday, January 11th at 5pm, or earlier. If you have any urgent requests, I will be across the street at the Firken with my face buried in a pint and a cute waitress in my grasp (or vice-versa).

See you there,
Sanjay

I got a revised estimate from Mister Transmission. They're going to drop a few hundred off the price, which is good. The only reason I'm leaving the car there is I've already sunk a pile of money into having the tranny taken apart and diagnosed. Had I known the repair would be this expensive, I would have shopped around a bit more.

Experience is something you get right after the time you need it most, it seems.

I don't know what kind of lousy game the Leafs played. Tonight they lost--for the second time--to the worst team in the league. This time at home. Get your act together guys.

At least the Raptors won tonight. I should have watched that game instead.

Typical Week

Well I got the estimate to have my transmission rebuilt. The guy quoted me $2,900 after taxes. Ouch. I contact a couple other garages, including one that Joe recommended, but all told I'm still going to end up shelling out around $2,000. That money could have taken me on a really nice trip. Sigh...

I took my car in this morning. It's going to cost over $500 just to diagnose the problem and who knows how much to actually fix. I found out I've been leaking fluid though. It seems to have started recently. Low fluid equals metal against metal equals burned out parts. The guy says it's a good thing I caught it early, however, otherwise I'd probably be bringing it in on a tow truck.

I'll be without a car until Tuesday or Wednesday. The good thing is the cost of the repair also includes a rental car for about three days (minus gas & mileage), so getting to work shouldn't be a problem. That's probably going to be the only good news, though.

Did I mention that cars suck?

Did I ever mention that the real world sucks? Let me reiterate my point: I'm taking my car in on Saturday for a transmission inspection and most likey a repair. It's starting to shift erratically and makes a nice "clunk" when putting it in gear. Crap crap crap.

I have no idea what it's going to cost to fix, but it's probably expensive. Consequently, I've raised the limit on my Visa. Cars suck.

I know I don't get a whole lotta traffic on this page. I usually get even less via search engines, but starting this month I've been getting a whole whack of 'em. Here's a sample of what people have been hoping to find here in the past week:

pregnant women picture
blowing bubble gum girls
anal beads demonstration
her chopped off nipples
eye brow waxing toronto men
Oakville haunts ghost
toothless blowjob
little sister surprised me with birthday blowjob
girls with nuts

The sad thing is, there are probably a thousand websites out there dedicated to each and every one of these topics. Sickos.

I know I haven't been around much lately. It's mostly because work has been hell. We're still closing the books for year-end and I'm getting shit dumped on me left right and center. Today was the first time in awhile I went home at a somewhat decent hour, and that's only because I wasn't feeling well and couldn't get any work done anyway.

I've also been fixing a couple busted-up computers lately. Doing stuff like reinstalling windows and a whack of software on slow as shit computers isn't much fun either.

Hopefully all of this will be over soon. Make it stop...

After hearing about Canada's loss to Russia in the World Junior Hockey Championship, I feel like punching something. It's too bad that girly-boy Hugh Grant isn't around to provide a target. I've always hated him.

I guess we should be proud of them for accomplishing Silver, but let's face it, in this country number two just don't cut it.

So long, Webwaste.

Woo. No easing back into work for me. Welcome to Year-End. For the non-accountants out there, picture month-end as "that time of the month", and year-end as the same, except lasting the entire month.

If you're a guy and have trouble picturing that, then picture having to listen to bitching about said situations.

Happy New Year's everyone. Hope yours was good. Mine was wicked.

I went to a house party in Richmond Hill. I was expecting just a small gathering of friends, but it was actually much bigger. I started out with a shot of 151 proof Puncheon Rum and it went downhill from there. Kelsey and I both drank till we puked. Around 4am I crashed on the carpet downstairs. It's weird. I remember it being the most comfortable thing in the world when I fell asleep, but when I woke up in the morning it felt like--well, I had slept on the floor.

They guy whose house it was had a pool table and a ping-pong board. At the beginning of the night I was kicking ass at both. By the end of the night it got pretty painful. I think I wagered Kelsey a couple of times--and lost. Oops.

By morning I was fine, but Kelsey was hurting. She was already sick before the party, and that combined with the hangover just did her in. We came back to my place and she slept right through until dinner. Poor girl.

Now it's 2002. My first and only resolution is to stop making empty promises.