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  <title>What the...</title>
  <subtitle>You got a problem with that?</subtitle>
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    <name>The Saxon King</name>
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    <title>Hello my friends.</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T07:02:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just wanted to let you all know that I am now unemployed, after having been given the "choice" to either resign, or be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a comment I made on Facebook. Yep. Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Now the nature of the comment doesn't matter, and the fact that I dealt with the issue with my boss directly doesn't matter, but the US corporate office got thier panties in a bunch and are all paranoid (damned stupid ass amerikans - now don't take it personally, that's not how it's meant, and you know it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left on good terms with the local office (ok 90% of the Canadian Office liked me and couldn't believe I was gone, but thier loss), in fact I got 2 weeks severance, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I am seeking gainful employment elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in light of the situation, I have been somewhat depressed, I did nothing AT ALL, ie barely leaving my house for a week, but I am starting to get that sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have cancelled my subscription to WoW for a while, in an effort to reduce expenses, and I am going to try to limit my time online as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the most vocal person on here, but its a good community and (in general) a good bunch of people. Except for that one guy. I don't like him. Yeah THAT guy. You know who I mean. Bastard. (I'm KIDDING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you're around Calgary, Alberta, I could use some friends to go for a pint with, if not, a job leads good too. or whatever. You know.</content>
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    <title>I'd half forgotten about this...</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T17:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T17:42:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I sit here, pondering my life and very existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going, and theres a few things happening, good and bad, so we will see how things progress.&lt;br /&gt;Im flying to Winnipeg tomorrow for a week. They need me to work on guard licencing.&lt;br /&gt;The end of the month I fly to London, Ontario for four days. Right after the company Xmas party in Fernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to airdrie today to return Kats carpet cleaner. Then I have to pack and tidy up.&lt;br /&gt;The Winnipeg trip screws up my week. I was hoping to go out with Kara and nerd it up with star wars movies and check out some tattoo shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i need to get my crap ready and clean out the work van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;ll be back.</content>
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    <title>Road Trip - Las Vegas</title>
    <published>2008-08-24T21:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-24T22:49:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Road Trip Log&lt;br /&gt;August 15th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 1010.7 km&lt;br /&gt;“Freedom, so long and unremembered, was his…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out from Calgary at about 0730 AM, and headed south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had picked up my Dad’s car the night before (and the cheap buggar left me only a quarter tank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it in good time to Lethbridge, where I got the oil change Dad “ran out of time to get done” the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Coutts and got through relatively quickly, and on I went to America. I made good time to Great Falls, MT, and stopped at an A&amp;W. Ok&lt;br /&gt;The burger was ok. I mean, it was a burger. Woo. And the service was…odd for a fast food joint. Oh, yeah, it was also a KFC/A&amp;W combo place. Never seen that before. AND it was a KFC BUFFET! (HOARF!!) Cheap though, for all you can eat KFC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in at the local grocery store as well (Albertsons I think) and bought some lettuce, and ham and buns to make road sandwiches. I don’t want to eat TOO much fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gunned out to Great Falls and made for Bozeman, a few hours distant, and my minimum destination for the first day, I got there, still had daylight, so I pushed on to Livingston, my original planned endpoint for day 1. I wasn’t able to get a non-smoking single room anywhere for under $110 US, and am not quite at the point of hauling out the tent.&lt;br /&gt;I hit an Exxon, refuel, and decide I need SOMETHING and hit a McDonalds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap. Ok, yeah. Double Quarter pounder here actually has its own box. Not like in Canada where they just take a ‘Quarter Pounder’ box and fold the tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fries were ok. Not hot, but ok. The burger… was different. It was spiced… maybe with pepper, I'm not sure it wasn’t bad, but that’s it for McD’s on this run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fire up the GPS and power on to Gardiner, a mile north of the entrance of Yellowstone, and off I go into the waning daylight.&lt;br /&gt;I pass a campground and seriously think of turning back, but decide to go on the final 23km to Gardiner, where I pull into the Jim Bridger Court Motel. Log cabins, no grounded electrical, and a tiny wee shower.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care. I'm bloody tired and want to sleep. $89 US for a night. &lt;br /&gt;Its 2048 Hrs, 1010.7km and 13 and a quarter hours of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas had better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 16th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: 685.8 km&lt;br /&gt;“On the road again…seeing things that I may never see again…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Gardner at about 0730 and headed into Yellowstone National Park, which cost me $25 US. (Dad told me $9… the bastard)&lt;br /&gt;I got my picture taken at the park sign (OoooOOooo) and headed in. As I'm driving along, I stop in a few places, get some nice photos just as the sun is breaking over the mountains, and the obligatory shot of the sign saying I am entering a new state (Wyoming! #2! ~ didn’t get one of Montana… there wasn’t one at the border oddly enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in Mammoth, where the folks at the General Store were kind enough to let me plug in my camera charger (because I forgot to at the motel the night before) and then headed into the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and got some nice pictures of the hot springs, paint pots, and a few good shots of the geysers. I also grabbed some video to capture the sounds. Wild sounds. Very odd sounds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm driving along and the few cars in front of me slow down to a crawl, and guess whats occupying the oncoming lane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRIGGIN BUFFALO! Just walking along, casually, eyeballing the cars as they slowly pass. I got a couple of shots. The thing was close enough to touch out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed on down to “Old Faithful” where I spent as little time as possible, because the place was LOADED with tourists, and I had, of course, just missed the eruption, and didn’t feel like sticking around another hour. I took some snaps and headed out towards (State #3, Idaho!) Idaho Falls (Minimum point for day 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That only took a couple hours, so I gunned off to Salt Lake City (State #4 Utah) I got lost looking for the visitor info centre, and found an Albertsons (grocery store) where I was able to FINALLY take a leak, and a very helpful girl gave me directions and a phone number to the Visitor centre (which when I found it, was CLOSED). She also chased me around the store when she discovered she had given me the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some eye shopping, and WOW… there’s some wild shit they sell in these places. Stuff they don’t have in Canada, stuff I've only seen on TV. Didn’t buy anything though. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around and parked and visited the big Mormon Church complex. Got a tour from a couple of nice girls (Sisters?) from Australia! (Brisbane, even… small world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and nodded, and listened as I looked around and took a few snaps.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting architecture and the girls were quite nice and pleasant. I shall leave my religiosity out of this, as I tried to do on the tour, but I had a hard time not laughing. (I’ll talk to Matt about it if I can ever find a place that has working WiFi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left, and fired up the GPS for the nearest Motel 6 (only a mile away!) and here I sit. I’ll hit Denny’s for a snack after I shower and mooch their WiFi, as the WiFi here doesn’t work. And I want my three bucks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm unloading my car and there’s this guy walking towards me, and I see a badge on his shirt… and the logo on his arm. A Securitas guard! Of all bloody places! (His name is Danny) and I happened to park right beside his car. I introduced myself and gave him my card and we chatted, and now I am confident my car will be fine for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna shower, and hit Denny's for some grub and WiFi to upload some pics mebbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: no Dennys last night – Showered and crashed. Motel 6 is well… a Motel 6. If there hadn’t been a Securitas guard I don’t think I would have slept as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 17th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: 698.6km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Denny’s for brekky, no WiFi, as usual. “All American Slam” should be enough to get me the last 600km to Vegas. I’m seriously re-considering my side trip to the Grand Canyon. I think I’ll check tours and see what is available. I may just do the Hoover Dam and have an extra day in Vegas. We’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to Vegas.  Nice room. Big though.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I decide to drive in America, please smack me and take my license. I’ll fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SERIOUSLY considering shipping the car back and finding a flight… don’t want to know what shipping the car would cost though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubbed clean, gonna go wander around the Hotel &amp; Casino a bit. Ask the concierge about the bus, and then probably go find that outlet mall. (I'm glad I have that GPS, or else I’d be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the strip to the Las Vegas Hilton, and went into the Star Trek Experience. The Borg 4D thing was kinda lame, but the Klingon one was cool. (cheesy, but cool. The Warp-Core Breach probably helped :P) but it was only a mini-warp core breach. I got some pictures with my camera phone, (for some dumb reason I left my camera and it was too bloody hot to go back!) So I’ll go in again today and get some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few drinks, and chatted with some people. Its sad that its shutting down, most of the “promenade” was closed, and there wasn’t much left for souvenirs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 18th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two bloody noses since I've been here. One yesterday when I showered, one today when I showered. I think its something to do with how dry it is. I'm glad I brought two cases of water with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go down to IHOP for breakfast, maybe find this outlet mall that’s close, and check out the Gun Store.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I did gamble. I put $3 into a Star Trek slot machine. I know. I'm out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOODING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP was ok. Nothing spectacular. I hopped onto the Deuce and rode it allt he way up to Frys electronics. They didn’t have the micro-usb flash memory I wanted. But they had a bunch of other stuff. Oddly enough, even a porn section.&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped at the Outlet mall up there and picked up a poker set for Dennis, and a CSI t-shirt for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go find one of those “day-of” half price show booths and see if I can get into any decent shows for cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped into the Buffet downstairs for a late lunch/early dinner. (meh) but there was this woman there wearing a tight little top, and tight jeans with the knees cut and the back right below her ass cut, and this woman’s tits (fake, but who cares) had nipples that could cut cold steel. And she’s reading a manga comic. (and they happen to seat me right behind her, so I got to enjoy my dinner. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I figure, eh what the hell. Its Vegas, as she's walking by, I say “Excuse me, could I ask you a question” and I see the look on her face of “oh jeebus ANOTHER one, YES I had a boob-job, and NO I wont go to your hotel room”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask her where she got the manga comic. Ding! Attitude totally changes (yes I'm a nerd, so fuck you!)&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the table over whos been making comments and snide remarks (the women anyways, as they glared at her, while the men eyeball her) suddenly gets all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a bit. She's in from LA, working at The Rhino (websites down, but it’s a “Gentlemans Club” I had no idea at the time, and I said that’s cool, (she says not really) and I fire back with “its just a job, everyones gotta make money”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, blah blah blah. She GIVES me the comic she had, and then calls a friend of hers (Batman, apparently) and asks where in Vegas they have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show that strippers are people (and NERDS too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to find showtix and leave this thing uploading trip pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting a good deal on a pass into Madame Tussauds and then the Blue Man Group show. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I also went back to the Hilton (with my camera this time) to get some pics.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a “James Tea Kirk” (again, even the ‘mini’ is not a drink to be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;I made it down to Freemont street, but not until about 2am (stupid bus) and it was shut down, so I will try again another night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 19th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: 195 km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove out to Boulder City, as I was going to take a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon, but the choppers were grounded due to high winds.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going through the big tour of the Hoover Dam. Neat thing that dam. Took lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find an In &amp; Out Burger. Why the HELLS DON’T THEY HAVE THESE IN CANADA?!?!? OMFG it was AWESOME. I even went back for a second burger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way down the Strip to the Bellagio to see the fountains, (neat!) and made my way inside. Bloody swanky that place is. Nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get myself a pair of Bellagio Dice. I will go to a souvenir store and get some Wynn dice for $3 later.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 20th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go see the MGM Grand today and Treasure Island. I'm also going to use my pass and go up the Stratosphere Tower.&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight I plan to hit Freemont Street again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the MGM Grand, saw the lions, and got a set of dice. Going back to Treasure Island for the street show later.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to the pool (the rooftop “adult” pool costs $10 to enter so just the NORMAL pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it down to Freemont Street. Found a place that sells frozen chocolate covered bananas for 99 cents. Mmm. They were good. I had two. (Probably the healthiest thing I've had all week) The music was good, and I became an attraction of my own (I was wearing my Homeless Piece of Shit Shirt). :D I had people asking to take my picture.&lt;br /&gt;(Although later that evening, apparently the two homeless people who asked me for change got all offended when my response was “Can you read?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, The lightshow was neat. I managed to hop the bus up to TI and caught the Sirens of TI Show. Wow. The ships move around the hotel! And explode! And sink! (and its basically a burlesque show, but still cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trudged back to the hotel and crashed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: 848.6km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of Vegas a bit late (I was beat tired and slept in) Made it through SLC (didn’t stop, shitty traffic and the like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the speed limit here is 75 MPH (that’s near about 125km/h. On the highways not many people speed (who the fuck in their right mind would WANT to at that speed?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In city limits where speed limits are down to 65 (occasionally 55) people STILL speed at 75! Or MORE! Its fucking insane! And they ride your ass at that speed! (Don’t get me started on lane changing. I'm not driving in Amerika again. Stupid fucking amerikans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it to Idaho Falls just after sundown. The place I wanted to stay at was full up, so I managed to find a Motel 6 (no thanks to Steve’s GPS, which now tells me the maps are out of date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm wiped.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: 993.7km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out of Idaho Falls, had breakfast at Jack in the Box. Wasn’t bad. Salty as hell.&lt;br /&gt;I drove through Montana, stopped and got a 44oz Mountain Dew to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Made it through the border easy. The customs agent didn’t even get out of the booth. &lt;br /&gt;Drove into Medicine Hat, crashed at my friend Rods place. Might get me one of his FTA satellite boxes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: 323 km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Lyle, Sarah (and little Merideth) and Matt at Truckers. We all then went to Costco to shop and just chat. It was nice. I hit the road about at about 4 and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;My trip pics are all uploaded to &lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/album/565524708INsknW"&gt;http://travel.webshots.com/album/565524708INsknW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.</content>
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    <title>this took a while...</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T18:40:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres how things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped kat move to acme. hurt my back, hit an antelope in company car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to spamalot (Python Musical) with Kat.&lt;br /&gt;Kat bailed (car work apparently needed) (and/or I did or said something to piss her off or something. I dont have a damned clue, she doesnt seem to be talking to me. --shes my FRIEND, nothing more, BY THE WAY.--)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sold the second ticket and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt bad. Dont think i'll rush off to do it again though... was WAAAAY up high and back... plus it was... strange. not what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my full Class 5 (no more GDL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am currently in London, Ontario for work for a few days. I get back to Calgary late wednesday, which is just in time for my Vacation im taking from the 15th-24th.&lt;br /&gt;Im heading to Las Vegas via Great Falls, Yellowstone Park, and Salt Lake City, with a detour on the reurn side to the Hoover Dam and the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont have my work phone, or work email or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be nice. I'll get online when i can, pics will be uploaded to my Webshots account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(www.webshots.com search for geothor )</content>
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    <title>Going nowhere and everywhere</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T18:14:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T18:14:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(Some of this will be vague and make little sense, as I am currently subject to a Order of Non-Disclosure) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i found out I have been invited to the National Meeting in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat late, as the hotels were to be booked by the 10th. So No hotel room for me. I get to bunk with my boss. (beans anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting will be held at the Hockey Hall of Fame (the one place i DIDNT go when I was there last, so thats cool) as well as dinner at Wayne Gretzkys restraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the Boss and arrange my flight.&lt;br /&gt;my ONE-WAY flight.&lt;br /&gt;I figured id stay an extra day or two to do some more RVM work and training, but it turns out im also going to Montreal. (should prove interesting, as I have never been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the LAST time i got a one-way ticket, i was stuck out in WINNIPEG for TWO MONTHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres some major shit coming down and some MAJOR changes happening for me. fcuk.</content>
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    <title>Church Street, Toronto</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T02:35:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T02:35:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm in toronto, walking around downtown, and along church street. I stop to take pictures, and look at the chruches, as I like old buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pop into st james chruch (anglican) and its a very nice church. No jeebusing going on, just some people telling of its history. Uncluttered, but nice. A few crosses and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I took some pics on the inside and it felt quite, and deep in history. A mark of time, you know? A piece of history more than it being a chruch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kept walking, on to st.michaels catholic church.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and there's praying. What I can only guess is some prostitute off to the side loudly praying a rosary so she doesn't die of whatever disease she caught last night, garish colors and pictures everywhere, icons of saints and jesus, and idols all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of, was this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even think to myself in there. It jsut screamed to me that this goes against everything that is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so "outside" looking at these people, and I pitied them for not being able to think for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy in the toronto office who's a "desperate catholic"&lt;br /&gt;Ie if a priest told him to kill a man, he's do it without a seconds hesitation. His office is full of pictures of the virgin mary, and crosses, and he carries a rosary of saints in his pocket wherever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.</content>
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    <title>The Pizza Guy</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T00:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T00:23:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A pizza place lives or dies on its pizza.&lt;br /&gt;specifically, its pepperoni pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can judge a pizza place on this simply because EVERY pizza place has pepperoni pizza, and its next to impossible to fuck up. Theres no extra bits that can go bad, and if you run out of any of its ingredients, you might as well just close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from Pizza Pizza. Supposedly the #1 pizza place in Ontario (they also own Pizza73 out West, thank god they didnt change the recipie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pepperoni had a bit of a zing, which was nice, the crust was thin and crisp, but had a poor flavour. manufactured. not fresh dough. The sauce was thin and greasy. the cheese was thin and of a low quality, with very little stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im out here in Toronto.  North York actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, nothing going on. Went to my hotel (i'll never stay at a Radisson again. Stupid beds are those dumbass "sleep number" beds. THEY ARE AIR MATRESSES!! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the elevetors are crap... not a very nice hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to the ROM and CN Tower tomorrow i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pics.</content>
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    <title>fucking SNOW</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T21:51:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T21:51:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i go wake up and i hear on the radio that theres snow.&lt;br /&gt;i look outside&lt;br /&gt;its not snow. its the freakin arctic. dumped like 8 inches already and its NOT slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my shit together and go outside and brush off my jeep.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i get all the way around my jeep, i have to start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in and have to use 4x4 to get out of my spot, and i get to the end of the block, see all the traffic lined up and just turn around and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try again about an hour later, and have to clean off my jeep again (now theres more than a foot of snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off i go&lt;br /&gt;for the next TWO HOURS i crawl along 17th ave, slow enuf i can GET OUT OF MY JEEP AND CLEAN IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;my normally 20 minute drive is now 2 hours +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dicks.&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was the radio sucked and it was BORING AS HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a rush. im gonna get started on packing tonight, get laundry done, take out the garbage, consume or dispose of food that wont last. I'll have to iron some shit, and pack it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my assault marines are in my mailbox when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;and my ipod. That would make my day better.</content>
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    <title>lost.</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T21:10:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T21:10:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah im just lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings coming up Milhouse. I wont an Ipod Nano, got the new line of credit sorted out, goint to TO on basically what is a work holiday, went out with a few friends to a comedy club, and i still just feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being alone.</content>
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    <title>Call it what you will...</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T20:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T20:52:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a random act of kindness? the will of Allah? Doing Gods work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a batch of chili. not a big deal, except its not for me.&lt;br /&gt;I went out and bought the ingredients, and put it all together from scratch (and its some GOOOD Chili, I tell you whut!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im packaging it up and tomorrow I will take it downtown, where I will give it to the street trogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. thats it. thats all.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>trying to understand myself</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T08:58:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T08:58:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really dont know some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to do things, and I dont see an easy way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean skills, I dont mean tasks or jobs or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;but I do.&lt;br /&gt;it makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can care deeply for people, love them, yes. Am I able to say I love my friends? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have many friends, but those i consider to be my FRIENDS I can say i love them.&lt;br /&gt;is this 'christian' or 'brotherly' love? no. Its love as in I care about them, and i care what happens to them, and I am happy to be thier friend, and that they like me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont make friends easily, and I think I try to hard sometimes. I know i have driven people away, and it hurts to know i do it and just wish i could have a second chance. or a third sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an attitude, a persona, of an asshole, a redneck, a geek, an ogre.&lt;br /&gt;I also have people who think i am just a teddy bear, a harmless goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to hermit, and I go through times where I dont talk to anyone I dont have to. no family, no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you the no friends is easy as they seem to all be back in medicine hat.&lt;br /&gt;i work, and work more, and I hermit up in my house, playing games, reading, watching movies, painting and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont 'get out' on my own. im not comfortable with it. its hard.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, at work, I go places, and meet people and do things, and im gung-ho, leader, do what must be done guy. no problem.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, i think its because i have a background, a foundation to fall back on. even if i open my mouth and say something stupid, my work will speak for me, and at least give me the chance to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a geek. i LIKE star wars lego.&lt;br /&gt;i like sci-fi, I like things like comic books.&lt;br /&gt;I like technology, I like the outdoors, i like computers and computer games, i like paintball, i like hiking, i like movies, &lt;br /&gt;i am a nerd. i dont like sports. I dont give a fuck whos in what playoffs where. yay canadian team X in the stanley cup. thats as far as it goes. &lt;br /&gt;i think basketball is lame. i think baseball is retarded. cfl football is ok, but i only half-watch the grey cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. some people think i am just negative. &lt;br /&gt;(and if anyone says it to me, it PISSES ME RIGHT THE FUCK OFF and one day im gonna hammer my fist into someones face)&lt;br /&gt;im not negative. Im just not some fucking crackhead hippie whos delusional enough to think the world is sunshine and roses.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT negative. Im PRACTICAL. i am positive about a great many things, its just a lot of those things are not commonly talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im crass, and i can be vulgar, and i know i swear, and I am working to improve that (yes STILL. its not like a class where you get a little note at the end, its constant work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why i cant complete the life puzzle. I have a good home, a good job with a future, i own my own car, i am doing well except in the social department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest bars, and i HATE clubs, a pub is ok once and a while, but im not a big drinker! i dont mind a pint now and then, or a couple drinks when out with the office group or with friends.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where or how to meet people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a geek event? Ha yeah no. doesnt work, im afraid. Meet some "friends" at the sentry box? maybe. Im a Professional, and as such i maintian some basic standards of personal hygene that most typical gamer geeks tend to outright ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like gaming and the like, yes i enjoy it, but its not my life. in a choice between a game of Warhammer and a good day out in the bush hiking, id take the hike (and hopefully have someone along with whom i could TALK about warhammer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont fit in to any particular group.&lt;br /&gt;I dont exist.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i tend to get overly emotionally involved sometimes? probably. I dont know how to adjust my emotions. I control them, I dont feel them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, Person S.&lt;br /&gt;I "met" Person S on an online dating service (eharmony, if you must know)&lt;br /&gt;We met up for coffee, and it was great! We talked about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;the second "date" i think i screwed up. I went for a more traditional 'date' thing of dinner and a movie (we nixed the movie) and I got confused. I started thinking about all these things and hidden meanings, and what do i say, what do i do, what does she think, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be polite, and i tried to be chivalrous, but i dont think it worked.&lt;br /&gt;we had a nice meal, and talked about nothing some more, and then i got nervous again, and thats what blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with being confident in this situation, but its more that I want to LEARN from my mistakes. I want to talk to Person S and just ask "i said did this, what did you think? how did you percieve things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think i may have given a improper impression of my objectives.&lt;br /&gt;I guess im sort of doing the whole "highschool dating" thing I missed in highschool, but now im tring to do it from an intellectual standpoint and overthinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want is a friend, to come over and sit next to me and watch movies, and play Wii, and paint with, and go to the zoo, and go for drives with. shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to find that, so i hermit. and i work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone.</content>
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    <title>Gary Gygax rolled a 1.</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T20:26:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T20:26:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Goodbye Mr. Gygax.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bringing us all a wonderous world of fantasy, fiction, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed, but Oerth, and D20's shall roll on.</content>
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    <title>The Line must be drawn here...</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T01:53:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T01:53:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THIS FAR! NO FURTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Wal-Mart has gone too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got rid of LEGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE! NO MORE! ZERO! They just have Mega Bloks (yes i KNOW its Canadian, but its still CRAP)&lt;br /&gt;The bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you theres a store in Chinook Mall near the sears that has a nice corner of Lego... even the Star Destroyer... which I want to buy, but I kinda need a new bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Wal-Mart...</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Humor</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T04:48:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T04:48:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you can't laugh about this you need help.... This is a supposedly a true story from the Word Perfect help line. Needless to say the help desk employee was fired; however, the person is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "termination without cause". This is from the taped conversation leading up to dismissal : &lt;br /&gt;"Word Perfect Technical Desk, may I help you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with Word Perfect." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What sort of trouble?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went away?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They disappeared." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still in Word Perfect, or did you get out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I tell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's a sea-prompt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does your monitor have a power indicator?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's a monitor?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I think so." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".......Yes, it is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, here it is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't reach." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle-it's because it's dark." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dark?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes-the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, turn on the office light then." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No? Why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because there's a power outage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A power... A power outage? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Is it that bad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm afraid it is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer."</content>
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    <title>Getting to know you (stolen!)</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T00:28:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T00:28:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fill it out and fire it back.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter if we always talk or never talk.&lt;br /&gt;Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Q. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Q. What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Q. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Q. If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Q. Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Q. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Q. What zodiac sign are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Q. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Q. Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Q. If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Q. What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Q. Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ) Q. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Q. Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Q. Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Q. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Q. What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Q. What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Q. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Q. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Q. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Q. What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Q. Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Q. Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Q. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Q. If you could, would you date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Q. What 's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Q. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Q. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Q. Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Q. Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) Q. In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) Q. Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Q. If you could spend 12 hours with me and ask/do anything you like, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Q. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) Q. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?</content>
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    <title>Events</title>
    <published>2008-01-18T20:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-18T20:28:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get down to the hat last weekend. it was good to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahs aboot ready to pop, but the baby doesnt want to go, they induce this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to Winnipeg (again) for about 4 days this time for the Manitoba Constuction Expo or some such hooey. Trade show. meh. New mobile unit coming in for it. I have to set it all up.&lt;br /&gt;Booked into the Delta Hotel right at the convention, so its nice and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing for Vancouver BuildEx two weeks after that.&lt;br /&gt;Im staying at the Pan Pacific Hotel. Got a harbour room too. Fancy.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work time.&lt;br /&gt;send money.</content>
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    <title>Stoled from Denise (YOINK!)</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T01:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T01:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Geoff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Boldness&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Slyness&lt;br /&gt;1 part Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over ice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For The Saxon King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Dignity&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Difance&lt;br /&gt;1 part Superiority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Impishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with whipped cream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. the second one is fun :P</content>
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    <title>whats the fuck happened to customer service?</title>
    <published>2007-12-08T19:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-08T19:24:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What the fuck happened to customer service in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a gas station, husky on 17th SE.&lt;br /&gt;I pull up to the full serve station, as my windows all around my jeep are filthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 15 year old moron comes out, can't figure out how to work my gascap, then proceeds to fill the tank. He doesn't even ask about the windows, or even to check the oil.&lt;br /&gt;I get on my phone and loudly as my friend, why aren't they even asking me? What the hell am I paying an extra 3.5 cents per litre for?&lt;br /&gt;Asshats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today! Fucking hell! I go to the source to get an sd memory card for my wii, and I pick one out. Now knowing the nature of these things, they either work, or they don't right out of the box, especially the knockoff brands.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask the guy, if I open this and it doesn't work, can I bring it back?&lt;br /&gt;And the guys says "Oh sure.. But there will be a 20-25% restocking fee."&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said forget it, I'll just go to wal-mart. Now if you know me, I hate wal-mart. And its CHRISTMAS SHOPPING SEASON, so I REALLY hate wal-mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to rethink my firearms course this week... I might be tempted to wound some people...</content>
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    <title>Fuck You.</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T22:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T22:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;All of you.&lt;br /&gt;everyone.</content>
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    <title>One Word...</title>
    <published>2007-11-24T00:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-24T00:05:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You.&lt;br /&gt;Can.&lt;br /&gt;Only.&lt;br /&gt;Type.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;shaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;retired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Strongbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal?&lt;br /&gt;Rulership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not?&lt;br /&gt;friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins&lt;br /&gt;CHOK-LIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;Charger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;Alberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV?&lt;br /&gt;LCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet(s)?&lt;br /&gt;dead L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;lifeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;Improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;stuffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;GOJIIRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing?&lt;br /&gt;hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Store?&lt;br /&gt;wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will/would repost this?&lt;br /&gt;YOU!!!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Caprica</title>
    <published>2007-11-24T00:00:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-24T00:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_capricorn_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Myspace Quizzes For Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these things when they are so mostly right.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>"Who's more the fool? The fool, or the fool who follows him?"</title>
    <published>2007-10-09T22:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-09T22:35:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I got onto the Condo board for my building. I have a sinking feeling I may be elected president. Mind you if I am, im getting a green hat, and making them call me 'El Presidente'.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get paid, so I'm gonna get SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new TV! Yay! 37" HP LCD tv. smoking deal too. and I got a Sony DVD player, and i shelled out for one of those Harmony programmable remotes. its fancy ^_^ all in was only aboot $1100.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt NEED a new tv. my old setup was ok. but just too big for the new place.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pawnshop Superstore. they offered me $60. for EVERYTHING. TV, dvd player, amp, powered sub and 5 speakers.&lt;br /&gt;the dinks. I made their lackey haul everything out of my jeep, then back.&lt;br /&gt;Im not one of your 'i need crack money' clients. Morons. I just said 'No' and left.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cash Converters got $40 for the amp, and $110 for the TV and powered sub. not great, but a reasonable and average price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have the sony centre channel and surround speakers, my two tower speakers and the dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;its up for grabs if you want em. Cheap-As-Free (mind you SOME sort of Beer-like compensation would be appreciated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I hauled it in cuz when I stopped in to speak to them, they told me $80-$120 for just the TV. Asshats.&lt;br /&gt;I wont be going back there even to buy. The overprice thier filthy used garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the second hand business. I know how it works. and they are just a bunch of scammers. They stay in business because they dont discriminate with thier customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday it looks like I'll be helping Kat paint. crap. thats tomorrow, stupid long weekend messing me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a client tonight at 1730,&lt;br /&gt;Condo board meeting tonight at 1900,&lt;br /&gt;Morguard site tour tomorrow AM... Jeebus.&lt;br /&gt;no time lots to do.</content>
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    <title>yoink!</title>
    <published>2007-10-05T22:39:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-05T22:39:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;4. Fish?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you dream in color?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have any recurring dreams?&lt;br /&gt;7. How about them hipsters?&lt;br /&gt;8. How did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your philosophy on life and death?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could do anything with me, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like musicals?&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your fondest memory of me?&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could close your eyes and be transported anywhere in the world, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever gone swimming after dark?&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever sung in public?&lt;br /&gt;19. If we had one day to hang out together, what would we do?&lt;br /&gt;20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?&lt;br /&gt;21. What's your favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your favorite period in history?&lt;br /&gt;24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;25. How many pets do you have right now?&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?</content>
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    <title>"O Lord, it's hard to be humble..."</title>
    <published>2007-09-05T03:17:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-05T03:17:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night I layed out on the picnic table in the middle of the camp and looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen stars like that in years. There were thousands. the mountains blocked out the surrounding light, and there was little light around and i could just see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be coming back here, if for nothing else, just to see the stars again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started talking with a person, on the phone. Seems positive. Could be fun. We'll see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has again fallen to the whims of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to sort it all out though, not exactly how I hoped, but I made a mistake, learned from it, apologised, and worked everything out as amicably as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of pictures I've been taking. I'll get them uploaded soon, I promise.</content>
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    <title>The Wild Bunch</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T16:26:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T16:26:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So SRD opened up the forest north of highway three, which cut back our staff requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was bad (less money) and good (get rid of the fuckheads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don called me and said "Make a list of 15 people"&lt;br /&gt;So I did, and so did Don. we matched on all but two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up sending 14 back. Not all fo them were morons. Some wanted to go home, they made thier cash, and want to see thier families and the like. Some of them we reccomended to the Calgary office as good people to hire on full time back in the city.&lt;br /&gt;The rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now heres a funny thing. We pulled a few people from the Salvation army shelter and brought them out here.&lt;br /&gt;We gave them shelter (FREE!) Three meals a day (FREE! ~ Good meals too... Chicken Kiev, Babyback ribs, prime rib, etc etc) AND we paid them about $300 a DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they whined, and bitched and complained, and made messes and were fucking asshat dickface pothead drunk pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave these guys one hell of a head start, and they just kept fucking themselves. and of course, they blame us, and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;shitheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO... now that they are gone, we are down to a crew of 19. Good people, smart people. Its quite, its PLEASANT everyone works, no one whines, its enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back into Calgary for the day yesterday, to fix an RVM site install, which is finishing up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also signed the papers for my condo... and forked over $6200.00  jeebus.&lt;br /&gt;I will need a tenant.... I'll put an ad up at DeVry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a housewarming. things to bring to "warm" my house should be food-items, cash, and decorative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new bed. and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time to get back to work.</content>
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