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

I met up with some people for some Peruvian food in Toronto. For things like this I'm really glad to be living next to a big city. There is so much to choose from for meals and entertainment, and just by walking down the street you'll find any number of hidden gems.

The only thing I don't like I suppose is the drive in. Traffic usually sucks and parking sucks even more. Nonetheless, the yummy beef-heart-on-a-stick more than made up for the inconvenience.

My three year-old neice fell asleep in my arms while we were at my computer listening to music. She's so cute.

I guess the search engines out there have found this domain name now. Some recent queries that hit upon my site:

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Erotic breastfeeding? Who the hell would be looking for that and why is my site number four on the list?

To each their own, I guess. Maybe it's just me, but as far as breastfeeding goes I'm a much bigger fan of the packaging than the product.

I was in Toronto this weekend to attend the Jays' home opener at a packed house. The game was great, and even though they lost, at least they made it interesting taking it down to the final out.

Between arriving just in time to see Slash perform the national anthems, my friend and I getting bought free beer by some random guy from Florida and getting more free beer at the end of the night at Casey's (by trading in our Jays tickets) I'd say it was a pretty good night.

The staff there didn't seem used to 50,000 + people going to the game though. The place was chaos and no one even checked my ticket when I went in. I guess it doesn't matter anyway as by next month they'll be begging people to show up again.

I smells an April Fool's prank. I wonder how many people will be taken in by this?

I was over at a buddy's place last night playing Playstation and drinking beer. His wife and baby are in India where he left them (as he only has three weeks vacation versus her 12-month holiday for having the baby), so he's a bachelor for the next few weeks.

We ordered some curry goat roti from the West Indian store in Oakville and ate it late in the night. I'm used to hot food, but this stuff is HOT. There are several levels of spice to choose from: Touch (of pepper), Mild, Medium, Medium Plus, Hot, Crazy and Suicide. The Hot is about all I can handle.

Let me tell you, it was not a good idea to have that right before bed. I think there was enough gas under the covers last night to heat eight houses on my street, and this morning I swear I could have shit through the eye of a needle.

I've never felt so "cleansed" before though when starting a day of work. Nice feeling if it wasn't for the Ring of Fire I had to endure to get it.