Wendy's, Suitcases, and Anna Karenina

I'd like to congratulate Wendy's on their stellar job of giving me the correct burger. All I wanted was that number 1 combo, you had one job! Nope, instead I get the Baconators son. I don't like bacon on my burger and after that we were left with two patties and two buns. Not cool Wendy's.

I have come to the realization, although under my bed is a lovely storage space, it isn't that easy to get things out of that dark hole once they're put there. I need that big suitcase to go home on Friday and the first attempt was not long lived, I think I'll try again tomorrow when I've recovered and am better nourished.

Anna Karenina. A decent book, very boring, but decent. I don't really see where "the greatest love story of all the literature to ever show its face on planet earth" fell in, but I read it anyways. All 923 pages. I can't see myself ever reading it again. Maybe when I get old, I'll get Alzheimer's and I won't remember how unrereadable it was and then I'll read it again. I want all of you who plan on still being around when this happens, to kindly remind me of the pain and suffering I went through the first time I read it, and politely rip the novel from my hands and place it in a garbage can where I will not find it. Then go to my book shelf and get me something like Harry Potter, that's a series that can be read over and over again even if you don't remember when you read it before.

Then after struggling to complete that novel, I watched the movie.

 

Happy midterms! this is t-bear signing off

Fat Tuesday

It is Fat Tuesday. I'm not at home in Ltown. Lakeside is not "down Oak Street and take a left".
I really want a poonchkie and have been denied a privilege given to many. It's just rude. Completely rude.
If I wanted to be left out of important events, like eating thousand calorie donuts, I would have gone to space where they are also denied such privileges.
Why do we have mothers? So they can please their children. Yet for some reason, my mother has not yet arrived with a poonchki. She is a fun sucker. Just sucks all the fun out of every awesome moment. Shame on you mother. Shame.
Here I am, all alone on this blistering Tuesday night. No light in the night, and no poonchki beside me.

Eat one for me, this is t-bear signing off

Beauty

Society has taken beauty and made it into something that is unrealistic and unattainable. Magazines create an image that make us believe beauty is photoshopped, skinny, tan and flawless. This is not beauty. Beauty is inside of us, not on us. Have the courage to say, "I am beautiful just the way I am."

 

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Write a scene that begins: "Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that."

 

Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that. I mean, everyone always expects this kind of thing from his brother, John, but never from Joe.

Joe, up until this moment, was a straight A student with a clean criminal record. He always followed the rules and tried, without success, to get John to do the same.

Some say Joe was overcome by an adrenaline rush and participated in these scandelous activities under the influence of too much energy.

Others say he was pressured by his superiors or it was part of rush or he was blackmailed into it.

Whatever the case, Joe committed a crime punishable by many years of prison, if he was caught. After years of being smart, he instantly found a way out of getting caught by the police.

Joe's life changed the day he participated in a street race, where he drove 87 km over the speed limit while under the influence of a certain drug.

Of course none of this can be proved, but a reliable source states they heard him mumble something along those lines when he got out of the vehicle after his race.

 

 

Hoping for snow! this is t-bear signing off

Crosswords

It takes a person of certain talent and incredible skill to be able to do a crossword puzzle. They really can't be done by just anybody.
They aren't always easy. I do the crossword from The National Post as often as possible. In 2012, their crossword was so easy. I could breeze through all the clues in a matter of 30 minutes and have all the answered laid out there for all to see. Then 2013 came around and someone down at the paper thought they should step things up and give me a challenge. I really liked being able to complete those crosswords. I haven't been able to finish one of them since the new year.
The formatting changed, and I know some of you don't think this would matter but it does. There are longer words that like to sneak in there and mess everything up. They always make those longer words something hard like the scientific name of some plant, or the name of a random city in a random country that you're just supposed to know. It really isn't very nice. If I can't complete the words around the big word, how am I going to be able to figure out what that big word is?
Next, if you aren't in on all the crossword knowledge, you must do them in pen. There is no pencil where crosswords are involved.
I hope you now feel enlightened on the awesomeness of doing a crossword puzzle. It just makes you feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside, kind of like an inspirational film. Just so feel-good.

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About:

The next blockbuster medicine that will be invented and what will happen as a result.

The Know-it-all pill is the next big thing in the medicine district.
There will only be 1000 of these pills sold and they will equally be distributed around the world.
As a result, 1000 people will have an unlimited amount of knowledge leading to 3 genocides, 17 nuclear attacks, 23 communist movements and an overall zombie take down.


I bid thee adieu, this is t-bear signing off

QOTD

Be the change you wish to see in the world.
 

Check out www.operationbeautiful.com. It's very inspirational and feel good.



You Are Beautiful, this is t-bear signing off

just a crack in a teapot

Last week, on a Tuesday much like today we were scheduled to have a fire drill at rez. Apparently it was too cold for that event on such a day so it got moved to today.
An unexpected turn of the clouds came upon us today and the fire drill which had been rescheduled has been rescheduled. They don't want us to fear the changing weather, but if there is ever an actual fire, it won't be necessary to remove yourself from the building if the weather isn't up to par.
I would also like to point out that if you are ever granted the golden opportunity to buy yoga pants, do it. They are probably the most comfortable pants I have ever had the pleasure of adorning.

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About:

A cockroach (Alfred)  at the Roosevelt

Was dared by his buddy, Patrick, to hide between the covers of a bed in the fanciest suite in the building. Then the guests came in, set down all their luggage and let their children jump on this very lovely bed.
Alfred never saw the sun light again.

Go play a board game on this rainy day, this is t-bear signing off

2:43.

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

A man jumps from the fortieth story of a building. As he's passing the twenty-eighth floor, he hears a phone ring and regrets that he jumped. Why?

 

Mr. Thomas has worked for The Collins Company for the past 23 years on the twenty-eighth floor as an advertising agent.

Today wasn't supposed to be any different, just an ordinary day at the office.

Mr. Thomas left his home at 7:30 in the morning just like every other morning. He took the GO train from his home in Burlington to the station around the corner from his office in Toronto.

When he got to work he found an email in his inbox which stated that he would be getting a call at precisely 2:43 pm that afternoon. If he answered the call he would be told whether he had been hired for the Prime Ministers Secret Service or not.

At exactly 12:29, during Mr. Thomas' lunch break, he received a call on his cell phone from a blocked number. The distorted voice on the other side told him that at 2:42pm he could either jump off the building in a parachute and get $72,847.84, or he could sit at his desk and wait for the call that would decide his future.

When he was falling at 2:43 pm he realized the mistake he'd made.

 

End scene.

 

This one's for you Moma, this is t-bear signing off