All Hail the Seahawks......the mighty mighty Seahawks. Is that a drinking game? My two teams on the face of this world are the Canucks, and the Seahawks (And the UW Huskies, but they suck lately). For the first time in their 30 year history my Seahawks are going to the big dance. Last weekend I taped the NFC final game 'cause we had dance practice at the same time. I drove to and from practice with the radio off 'cause I didn't want to hear any updates. In my world, if I haven't seen or heard of a thing, it hasn't happened...yet. In my mind the Hawks are a far superior team. But every thing I read in the papers and on the net pointed to a closer game than I figured and had the Panthers as favorites. We absolutely killed them. The game was over by half time. National coverage gives anything Seattle no respect, Vancouver too.
Next up, Pittsburgh Steelers. Vegas has them as early -3.5 point favorites. No respect. We'll see.
Now I'm going to bask in the 'Hawks glory for another week then it's Superbowl XL (btw how do you get 40 from extra large? hehe) Detroit city here they come!
Rhoel.
Sticker Shock.I was strolling on Burrard heading to my car when I passed by a shop called London Motors. I'm normally not one to stroll, but considering my frame of mind contemplating acquiring something I probably won't ever use and with no place to go in particular as I was; this can only be described as strolling. Knowing that my dream car the Austin Martin AmV8 may already be on sale and that Austin is an English car maker and that London is in England...I stopped in for a peek. What I found were a plethora of Euro exotic cars. My brother used to sell used cars and I was used to seeing many older Farrari's and right hand drive Japanese imports so this was nothing really new to me. And with the multitude of impressive auto's motoring around Van these days I expected many of these shops existed. But then I saw for the first time with my own eyes a Lamborgini Mureblahblah. It was the same colour as my Jessica and roughly the same size but oh so much more sexy. But the more I looked at it the more it seemed to me to resemble a space ship and less like a car. And at a mere 335 or so thousand monies (I can't count that high so I didn't really recognize the exact amt) I decided that anyone purchasing that car is just retarded. Beside it was a 2001 Farrari Something. The paltry 178 grand ticket actually momentarily seemed reasonable considering the car beside it. For a second there I lived in someone else's world where the number 178 for what I assume is a previously owned car seemed reasonable. But what really got to me was the mileage, 11 thousand km's.
Someone paid a lot of frickin money just to have this car sit in a garage. I have mixed feeling on this. First and foremost a car is made to be driven. To me garageing such a beautiful machine is like putting a wild mustang in a tiny tiny cage. Cruel. It is for this same reason that I believe demosticating and keeping animals for pets is equally cruel. May as well put it behind 20 feet of hermedically sealed glass. On the other hand as a child I collected Star Wars toys and never opened them and all my friends looked at me like I was nuts. It's not unreasonable to own something way to valuable use. I wouldn't use a collectable coin to buy ice cream. But a five dollar action figure is a little different than a quarter of a million dollar car. So. If I was a megaillionaire would I be happier with a Farrari in the garage or racing a Hyundai around the track? Probably the latter, especially considering that I'll most likely never be a collosalillionaire. But knowing me if I'm retarded enough to spend that much on a car I'll most likely be retarded enough to drive the hell out of it. That way I could be loathed by all aspects of society equally. Thank god my dream car is only merely ridiculously expensive. And this from a guy who's only about half way thru paying for his present dream car.
The funniest part of this particular adventure was when the sales person strolled up to me and casually asked if he could help me. I guess he's not as jadded as say a Honda salesman having to deal with pimply faced teens drooling over the S2000 knowing that he knows that they know that he knows that there's no way in hell one can afford such an auto working at Mcdonalds. But this dude seemed dead serious. I almost laughed in his face when I blurted out, "Ah...just looking." As I bee lined for the door like I was caught stealing he pretty much grabbed me and told me to look around all I like. Dude was cool. We talked cars for a bit. As it turns out he's dosn't drive the cars either except to move them around the show room. I suppose we now know where that precious 11000 km's was spent.
Shy.
Deconstructing Christmas TreeHolly cowabunga it's been too long since I've blogged. It's surprising how busy one can get when one is busy relaxing. Btw, if the previous blog posting seems incomplete it's because it is...incomplete that is. I was working on it and put it off till it no longer seemed relevant, but seemed like a waste to just delete it.
How does one get rid of a dead Christmas tree? Since I move so often I never really had to think about it before. I think I've left a dead tree in the back yard of like 4 houses the past 5-6 years. At least this time I have a forest behind my house to hide it. I dragged it across the field in the back yard and used my best rendition of a Scottish tree flinging technique only to have it bounce off a bush and back onto the field where it landed in a giant mud puddle. I just left it, didn't want to get too dirty. Taking all the ornaments and stuff off the tree was kinda sad. I didn't help put them on so it felt weird touching them for the first time just to put them in a box.
Some notables from the past holiday. My brother got me board boots, which promted me to buy myself a new helmet, jacket and pants 'cause all my old gear is long since lost. I suppose I'm a snowboarder again. I bought all the stuff because it was so cheap. Sportcheck is closing down so I got the jacket and pants for like 50 bucks each. My pants look like jeans, so funny. My helmet looks like a black army helmet. I went across the boarder to Belisfair to buy Battlestar Galactica season 2.0. I'm slightly disappointed that I spent 40 bucks American for only the first half of the season. But still, I couldn't wait to watch it because it won't be aired here till this month. That's got to be the best show on television.
New Years was so memorable that I can't remember it. I called most of you so perhaps you'all can fill me in on what I missed. The pictures surprisingly didn't tell much of the storey. But in this one pic...
I'd like to quickly add that we had our first workshop yesterday. It's so exiting to see so many new faces. I just hope most of them stick around. They all seemed excited (with the exception of Francis, I think Mondo threatened to with hold services unless he at least tried) So that's about it. You're all caught up in the world of me. And in my world there's a girl in yellow and a girl in green...
Rhoel.
