tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67683572011-04-21T13:49:39.904-07:00Adventures of a technotwat adrift in blogland.Haddocktwathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412617298812943701noreply@blogger.comBlogger1681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768357.post-1108025930376472412005-02-10T00:58:00.000-08:002005-02-10T00:58:50.376-08:00

I might be dead. And then again I might not.No, I am not dead.I have been having a think. A big think.I'm not sure I am reaching any worthwhile conclusions but, as they say " If you laid all the Haddocktwats in one long line they still wouldn't reach a conclusion"Or something.Your PalHaddocktwat

Haddocktwathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412617298812943701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768357.post-1105470555300375792005-01-11T11:09:00.000-08:002005-01-11T11:09:15.300-08:00

Lost a mitten? Check out the National Mitten RegistryLike theseImportant Canadian winter stuff you know. Not like the Bureau of Missing Socks so I posted this on Mr.T's blog too.Your PalHaddocktwat

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My New Year's Resolution is:I RESOLVE NOT TO MAKE ANY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONSNow for some questions:Is this a real resolution?Is this the resolution that was broken in the shortest time ever?Is Haddocktwat stupid enough to make a self-referencing self-destructing resolution?Is Haddocktwat smart enough to make a self-referencing self-destructing resolution?Has Haddocktwat had too much Christmas

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We are COMBAT SHEEPDon't flock with us.Thank god for Charlies Angels and Brian Adams otherwise they would never have escaped.I watched COMBAT SHEEP tonight on BBC Canada and nearly pissed myself laughing.Your PalHaddocktwat

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Something isn't quite right. The weather here in Vancouver (Beautiful BC) is fantastic. Sunny and nice. Yesterday I was walking on the seawall with SWMBO and what do we see? Blooming cherry trees.I know this is lalala land and lotusland and all the rest of it but somehow it is just too early. Cherry trees should not be blossoming before Christmas. Should they?Meanwhile Winnipeg is 30 degrees

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Not even a piece of toast ressembling Lou Lou's bum.No folks it was old tools. Planes, saws, brace and bits and the like. That's what we bougt at the auction.Now I ask you. What can anyone do with a bunch of old supposedly "antique" tools?SWMBO has decreed they will look nice on display in our new "country kitchen".So there you have it. The whole sordid story.Everytime I look at an old tool from

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I have been away for a few days. A kind of "pre-Christmas" Christmas Break so to speak.Nothing super exciting - I have been to Victoria. The Queen City. Capital of British Columbia. It was mostly rainy and cold. Much like Vancouver. But it was a change.Different places to go. Different place to eat. etc etc etc .....Guess what I bought in an auction sale. Not by accident but costing more than I

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Have you ever tried to walk down Robson Street on a rainy day? Even this time of year, no matter weekday or weekend, the place is over run by tourists. All the interesting stores are gone replaced by stores targeted at tourists. There seem to be two kinds of these. The first sells pure unadulterated trash of the highest order. Tacky Vancouver Tee shirts and the like. The second , since most of

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When Vancouver weather is great it is really great. What a wonderful place to be.This morning I was coming over Lionsgate bridge, the sky was blue, the sun was shining and all was right with the world. Except for the fucking traffic and idiot drivers of course.All of a sudden I realized again why I live here.Of course I didn't feel that way 2 days ago when it was pissing down. Raining so hard you

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There are some very strange custom licence plates out here in BC.Anyone else spotted any interesting ones?Your PalHaddocktwat

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This made me really laugh.Karen lost her husband almost four years ago and still hasn't gotten out of her mourning stage. Her daughter is constantly calling her and urging her to get back into the world. Finally, Karen says she'd go out, but didn't know anyone. Her daughter immediately replies: "Mom! I have someone for you to meet. Well, it was an immediate hit.

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So far I'm a fan of my new box but not a fan of the fan. It's too fucking loud and noisy.Yes the box works but the keyboard is the same and the monitor is the same and the speakers are the same and the fan is louder. A lot louder.I'm a bit scared to call CLF after the "big job" on the "fucked box". But I'm a lot more scared of trying to find a quiet fan and (even worse) installing it.Guess I'll

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There is no way that CLF's should take a vacation if there is any chance (and I mean any chance at all - even a million to one) of their non-CLF's (i.e technotwats like me) having computer problems.That seems sensible to me.Even worse. When they return and, after a few days (to recover from the vacation), there is no way they should say "Well. Your box is fucked. What did you do?"Couldn't he

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The following are true. Believe me, I know.USE DEFAULTS. Always let the program choose the default during installation. Give up on the idea that you're in charge of the machine. While many programs give you the option of choosing a different destination for all those installation files, forget it. These offers are not serious. You can be certain that by choosing an installation location that is

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I'm still here. Yes I am but GRRRRRRRRRRRRYour PalHaddocktwat

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One of the more interesting post-flitting things is discovering the best route to work. I mean THE BEST.Second best won't do.The last part of my route is the same as before (over the Lionsgate Bridge and into the heart of downtown Vancouver) so no challenge there. It's the getting to the Lionsgate Bridge which is more interesting. My new spot is quite close to a main road which goes directly to

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HEAD FOR THE HUMMER DEALERIf you are a guy and your significant other says one of the following to you than you might want to head straight for the HUMMER dealer. Its either that or get a big dog.1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.2. Ahhhh, it s cute.3. Why don't we just cuddle?4. You know they have surgery to fix that.5. Make it dance.6. Can I paint a smiley face on it?7. Wow, and your feet

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10 words that should exist 1. AQUADEXTROUS (ak wa deks'trus) adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub tap on and off with your toes.2. CARPERPETUATION (kar'pur pet u a shun) n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.3. DISCONFECT

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It seems as if every second vehicle on the road in Vancouver is a fucking SUV. I was surrounded by the fuckers on my way home tonight. It's like a fence around you. You can't see what's going on ahead of you, behind you or alongside you. And they all have such cutesy names like 4Runner or Trooper or Jimmy or idiot names like Vitara or Escalade or Sportage etc. When they ran out of cute or idiot

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I know, I know. What could be worse than IKEA? Fucking Canadian Tire that's what. No wonder they call it "Crappy Tire"No, Canadian Tire doesn't just sell tires. It has plumbing, heating, electrical, sporting, camping, fishing, gardening etc etc. Think of a DIY car parts place with a huge hardware and sports added on. I went to the new Canadian Tire on the North Shore. It's fucking gigantic. The

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Here we are on Saturday morning. I watched a little footy on the box Arsenal don't look as if anyone can beat them. Now its back to finishing (I hope) emptying boxes. This time I will open every box I swear. Not like last time. This time I'll even open the boxes I didn't unpack after the last move 10 years ago. I will really.Your PalHaddocktwat

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OK then. Here's the lowdown.I moved only about 10Km. I still live in Vancouver in beautiful BC. I'm still on the North Shore in the same general part of town. The whole thing has been traumatic in the extreme.We were in the last place for 10 years or so. You can just imagine the amount of junk we accumulated. Especially considering it was a large house so there was always a place to put things

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Found in a parking lot with no cars nearby.Interesting huh?Does the writer mean no children in the whole world or is it more personal?Your PalHaddocktwat

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It's fucking hard posting when you are sitting on a packing box full of books and your computer is balanced on another box ready to fall off if you look at it wrong. My keyboard is balanced on my knee and I don't want to tell you where my mouse is. That's what I mean by "challenged". Yes, I know it sounds PC and that but, fuck, it really is challenging. Long weekend coming up and I am NOT going

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I am around - kind of.A combo of things is restricting my activities at the moment.Moving. Unpacking. Technological issues. Out of town trips. ALL PREFACED BY THE WORD FUCKING.I haven't left. I'm just challenged in many ways.Your PalHaddocktwat

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CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE BEER DRINKER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sometimes...when I reflect back on all the beer I drink, I feel shamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let

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Its back to those damned Viking invaders a thousand years ago. Notice how Mick knows what I am talking about but most of you others don't have a fucking clue (supermum and steve excluded and maybe elspeth). The reference to "moonlight flit is like the "midnight flit" I know and has the same meaning. No, I wasn't running from creditors. I was just moving house. In Yorkshire this is known as

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I've flitted.And I still don't want to talk about it.Your PalHaddocktwat

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I'm flitting and I don't want to talk about it.Your PalHaddocktwat

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OK I know this isn't a technotwat helpline or forum or anything but if somebody knows something about my problem please take pity on me and tell me what you know.I have a USB mouse (microsoft) with a mind of its own. I am happily mousing around when the little fucker disappears. No. Not the actual mouse in my hand but the pointer thingy on the screen. When it disappears a little icon appears in

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I came close to roadrage today and I wasn't even moving.On my way to work I pass through one particular set of traffic lights which are activated by buried sensors. There are two lanes. We are not moving. We sit there while the other directions all get at least two cycles of green and we get none.I am about 4 cars back from the lights. I know what the problem is. I have experienced it before at

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Maybe I should say DESiGN FLAW.I get up. I have my shower. I apply my underarm deodorant. I experience excruciating pain. I use "Mennen Speedstick" which is a solid affair. Here's the thing though, when it gets worn down almost to the end the plastic thingy which holds it appears. When you rub your armpits with this instead of the smooth glide of deodorant you get the harsh scraping of plastic

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GOODISP TechnicianBADComputers, Routers, Modems, Hackers and the like.I have had no Internet connection for a few days now. No welcoming on-line indicator light on my modem. Only flashing send and receive lights but no connection.Called the ISP, went through all the routine with them. Nothing.Finally, yesterday, a techie came to the house. Swapped out the modem, no change. Tried another modem.

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Click Homer to go to the Random Homer Simpson Quote Page.Please. Pretty please. O great html monster, allow this poor humble technotwat's wizardry to function.Just this fucking once or else you fucking ugly monster you I'll come over there and tear your fucking ugly head off and piss down the stump.Your PalHaddocktwat

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No. This has nothing at all to do with chimpanzees.I just wanted underblog to waste a buch of time reading it.Why you ask? Well he posted a link to Weboggle on his blog. It is consuming all my free time. I don't have time to go out. He must be paid back. He won't be able to resist reading this when he sees the title.Your PalHaddocktwat

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Now when I say "JUMPERS" it is really short for "By the Lord leaping, thundering, jumping Jesus". Got that?Well then "JUMPERS"So I am driving across the Burrard Street Bridge, immediately behind me was a "BIKER" . A big, burly, bearded biker. With a roar he pulled up alongside me, looked me in the eye, pulled into a wheelie then pulled in front of me and then roared off. While he was in front

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Two lanes going downtown. Each with a geezer going 1 kph below the speed limit - driving dead level with each other. Clear road in front of them for about 5 k - not a car to be seen. Horrendous backup behind them.If there were 4 lanes going into downtown it would just be 4 lanes for them to go slow in. FUCKERS.Your PalHaddocktwat

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What's the deal? bloggEr, bloggAr, haloscan and blogrolling are all working like a charm. It scares me. It really does.Fast and no problem.I must have done something wrong or they are lulling me into a false state of security before they strike. Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after me.Your PalHaddocktwat

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It is a fucking nightmare.Driving to work that is. Summertime is great (mostly) but then comes Labor Day and, immediately afterwards the nightmare begins.Kids are back to school with idiot parents driving them. Cops are hiding in school zones to enforce the speed limit.People are back to work but the Japanese tourists are still here. How does that work? Are their holidays different?The roads

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Hours of mindless fun.Just try THISYour PalHaddocktwat

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Shrub's latest attempt to suck up to the " Fundamental Christians"Yup, looks like its the Democrats to blame again.President Bush is proud to introduce an ambitious new phase in the fight to preserve all that is decent in America. Conceived and championed by the revered Republican think tank Americans for Purity, "Operation Infinite Purity" is dedicated to the complete eradication of masturbation

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Your PalHaddocktwat

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Last night I had the pleasure of an extended visit from CLF. Maybe, just maybe I have my computer back into some semblance of order.First of all I was infected with a trojan horse "Backdoor Ranky" and second I was infected with a worm "W32.Spybot.Worm".How I got infected is a bit of a mystery because I have up-to-date virus protection with Norton anti-virus.CLF removed them and checked me out

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OK then.Does your local Burger King have a sign like this in the washroom?If not. Why not?Your PalHaddocktwat

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It's a painting by "An artistic pioneer, pushing the envelope -- bold & unique!" It has been ~ Banned by eBay ~ It's a .....Vagina PaintingSome of you sure do know your vaginas.For more info and more body paintings you can go to J's website.The process, in the words of the artist, is I use pre-primed canvas panels and acrylic paints. Lying on my back and using brushes of different sizes, I apply

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What is it?Answer tomorrow or the next day.Your PalHaddocktwat

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I'm blogging at work because of %&*(*&*&%$$#%. I am not sure if I want to talk about it.Last night I was reading one of my usual blogs and I got kicked off the Internet. This is unusual as I have highspeed cable internet and no one else was using it. So I did all my usual things, rebooted the modem, router and computer. Nothing - no change. No internet. So I thought fuck it and went to bed.This

Haddocktwathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412617298812943701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768357.post-1093900215738040432004-08-30T14:10:00.000-07:002004-08-30T14:10:15.736-07:00

I have been using gmail for a while now and quite like it. As you probably know gmail isn't yet open to the general public. How a twat like me got an account still baffles me.Anyway, perhaps some of you would like to try it. I have 6 invites that I can send out to people to open a gmail account. If you would like one just let me know. Regulars first.Your PalHaddocktwat

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So now we blogger users have the new blogger toolbar across the tops of our blogs. It is much better than the old ads and has the added advantage of giving rise to a new and wonderful way of wasting time. On the extreme right (of the blogger toolbar stupid) there is a button which says "next blog" click this and you move on to a random blogger blog. Then click the button on this one and move on

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HT: I'm going for a walk in the rain.SWMBO: Be careful out there.HT: I'm not made of sugar. I won't dissolve in the rain.SWMBO: Remember shit washes away in the rain.Your PalHaddocktwat

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We have had just about 2 months of almost uninterrupted baking heat. Suddenly, three days ago, it changed. It cooled off and the rain started. It hasn't stopped yet. Its only August but it feels like October. All those idiots complaining about the heat, praying for rain, doing a raindance etc. have got their way. Well I hope they are fucking satisfied cos I'm not. I'll take another month of heat

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You know what that means - right? If not here it is in Urban DictionaryJonathon Crowe of Shawville Quebec has a new slant on the Olympics. His website shows all those who finished DFL.A great idea Jonathon, the winners get far too much publicity. Here's what he has to say:I'm keeping track of last-place finishers in as many events at the 2004 Athens Games as I can. They have to finish: DNFs,

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Yes, gentle readers, it is as it sounds.A sign for LADY P in Brussels airport. Yes its a "Urinoir" for females.Belgium is enlightened in this matter. They know that females who "hover" over the seat spray everywhere and make one hell of a mess. Much worse than males. Males get the blame but are they the real culprits? I think not. It's the "females who hover" and "sprinkle when they tinkle" who

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I trudged out to Ikea yesterday. It is always busy on Saturdays, especially rainy Saturdays, like yesterday. So I made sure to go early. Arriving before 10 am usually beats the crowds. Not yesterday. It was almost impossible to find parking and the parking lot is immense. I almost drove away and later I almost wished I had. The store wasn't very busy though and I found this rather puzzling. When

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This campaign to get males to sit down to pee is wrong. Pure D wrong.Germany is in the forefront of this misguided campaign as witnessed by this sign.It would make more sense for females to pee standing up.Belgium is quite enlightened in this regard.Here is a female urinal at Brussels airport complete with excellent instruction sign.Of course then women would have to learn what to do when

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This Swedish Loo sign is baffling. At least to me.What the fuck is the front compartment for?My thanks to Culpper3 who I stole this from.It truly deserves wide circulationYour PalHaddocktwat

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Tonight, when I got home from work, there was a bear at the bottom of my garden. An adult Black bear eating blackberries. I watched from inside the house with binoculars.I called the bear hotline to report it and just got an answering machine. The message just asked me to give my address and so on so they can track where bears are and what they are doing.It has been a long hot summer and the

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Night markets are a great tradition in Hong Kong and other such places. Vancouver, with its high proportion of population of Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Phillipino descent is a natural for such a market. In fact Vancouver has two of them One in Chinatown and one in Richmond. The Richmond Night Market is huge.It starts around 7 pm and goes on until 1 or 2 am. It is a whole bunch of market stalls

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I'm on a roll here. Once a theme gets in my fishhead its hard to make it go away.What do you make of this?I decided it means you can piss standing up but can't sit down to do anything. Maybe it means piss here but don't shit here (at least not while sitting). On second thoughts, looking very hard at the second one ... does it have tits? That might change everything. My interpretation might be

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For MalesFor males and femalesJust so you knowYour PalHaddocktwat

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CCSU's automatic-flushing toilets are a bane to the bung. The sensitive sensor that serves as a personal flushing attendant causes the john to flush underneath the bare bottom. Their performance as a personal bathroom valet is so poor that were the human, they would be fired, and likely assaulted. Why, then, tolerate the premature flush? It is alarming, unpleasant, and unhealthy. The idea and

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Pronunciation: [pê-ræs-kê-vey-dê-kæ-tri-ê-'fo-bi-yê]Definition 1: The Fear of Friday the Thirteenth, a form of triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number thirteen.Usage 1: The fear of Friday the 13th originated in two fears: the fear of Friday and the fear of the number "13." Why? Well, no one knows so we won't repeat any of the urban myths that have arisen to explain either. The fear of 13 is

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Try this Toilet Icon thingy. It made me laugh.Oh -- ADULT CONTENT WARNING --I almost forgotYour Pal Haddocktwat

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lIFE/bLOGbLOG/lIFEwHAT TO DO?i AM CONFUSED .mORE THAN USUAL.cON-FUCKING-FUSEDgOT IT?yOUR pALhADDOCKTWAT

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Man I am tired. Went to Whistler yesterday.Luch was had at the place with the yellow awning thingy on the right.Rode the gondola thingy to the top of the mountain. Spectacular view up there.Tired now and have to go to work.All this going out and getting a life doesn't leave much blogging time.Is that good or bad?Your PalHaddocktwat

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So I got out again last night. Along with about 500,000 others I went to the fireworks.They were truly spectacular.As you can see they are set off from a barge moored in English Bay which is the main beach in Vancouver. This is not my photo, I stole it from here where you can get a fullsize high resolution version (6.3 Mb TIF file). I am amazed at my success in downloding this large file,

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Just got back from the Gym. I am really trying to get out more. But sometimes there are some very scarey sights that make me want to stay at home and never go out.Is it just me or is this scarey?Your PalHaddocktwat

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I did it. I went outside. Its true there is a world out there.I was out in Deep Cove when I spotted this signI had no trouble at all reading it.btw the guys on the upper walkway are buying parking tickets for their boat. The sign there says "No seaplanes Allowed"Your PalHaddocktwat

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I have resized my graphics for the 20% of you with a low screen resoltion of 800 x 600. I fixed my Main Column width at 55% and my graphics are all 400 thingies wide now.I have added width and height thingies to all the graphics so they load faster.WHAT MORE DO YOU CUNTS WANT?Your PalHaddocktwat

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So it seems that all I have been doing in any spare time has been fucking with the fucking template. Then cramming (or at least trying to cram) more computerese-type information into my tiny little pea brain. Then fucking with the fucking template some more. Christ I haven't even put up a new post for days. Is this what life is all about? I don't think so. I don't think I was put on Earth to

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The Blogrolling thingy seems to be working alright and has done for a couple of days now. Who knows what the problem was virus. trojan horse, general fuck up, specific fuck up aimed at me or (heaven forbid) something I did. Paranoia notwithstanding I think it was something beyond my control. But then again most computer thingies are beyond my control. Everytime I do something and it works I

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Blogrolling is back. Just as if it was never gone.Were the fucking cunts at fucking blogrolling reading my blog?Or was it just me?No, don't say it was just me.Your PalHaddocktwat

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Is fucking blogrolling permanently fucking fucked or just temporarily fucking fucked or is it (yet again) just me?I don't think its me because I can't even reach the blogrolling homepage. It must be the fucking cunts at fucking blogrolling.I didn't realize how much I use the fucking thing. All my friends are there. Sure I can still find them but it's harder.What a fucking pain.I'll give them

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And if you think I can remember how to make the background transparent on my new fighting fish monsters you are sadly mistaken. The background will have to be white. Yes, I know , I have done it before. But that was ages and ages ago when I had less scotch and more patience. Grants 100% proof scotch is quite acceptable.And to all of you who made fun of my suites ( toilet and three piece for

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That is definitely it. The lambs are no more. Unfortunately the lamb curry left something to be desiredDoes anyone know of a good plumber?Oh and a rock removal expert too. There is one other small problem to be dealt withYour PalHaddocktwat

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Some advertising may be planned and other advertising may be unplanned to say the least.Here's an example from Newfoundland. There's a hilarious photo currently making the rounds via email. It's a digital photo of the Steele Communications' HITS FM mini-van, with the letters HITS painted on the side in big block letters. The photo shows the van at a public event, with the sliding door open and a

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Yeah really. Fun, jolly etc etc etc NOT that is. No fucking way.A couple of days ago I stumbled over the tombstone thingy and I thought it would be nice for Jack as his blog appeared to be defunct.So I went to the tombstone generator website and generated a suitable tombstone to commemorate Jacks blog and to wish him good luck in his rebirth. So far so good. This is when the trouble started. They

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OK. Here is your Monday morning smile. Make sure your speakers are on. Put your coffee down. If you are blogging at work use extreme caution. The Top Ten Cutest KittensThanks for this go out to Rob Manuel. Thanks Rob.Your PalHaddocktwat

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What's up Jack?Another sad case of "Death by bloggEr"Come on Jack, you can beat it. You can rise again.Your PalHaddocktwatPS If you want to make a tombstone go to this website.

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Kim over at Bacon and Ehs had this crazy blog today. Kim was sitting on the shitter thinking of me. Yes, she was thinking of me - haddocktwat. And she was thinking of blogging. How fucking weird is this? Are you like Kim? Have you been thinking of me and blogging while enthroned on the shitter? If so you need the correct equipment.Your PalHaddocktwat

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We Like The MoonOh fuck a pig! The Spongmonkeys are trying to jump on the kittens bandwagon. Make sure your speakers are on.I can't stop laughing. I don't know why but this is funny. More stuff by John Veitch at The Lair of the Crab with Ineffable WisdomWay to go JohnYour PalHaddocktwat

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To be more precise seagull shit. So I am driving along when --WHAM -- right in the middle of my windshield (windscreen) I am hit with this huge gi-normous dollop of seagull shit.The central part is sort of brownish and kind of gritty while the outer part is white and much more finegrained. There are enormously long splash-rays spreading out over half the windshield/screen.What do I say? I say

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I couldn't resist posting this AMERICA AND THE UK "the special relationship"Once again courtesy of the people over at President-Bush Your PalHaddocktwat

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I feel bad. I forgot to give credit where credit is due. Yesterday's picture came from the President-Bush website. It's a fine place so please visit it. You'll have a good time.Here is another interesting thing.These bagsare made in Port Angeles. Washington, USA. The inside label carries instructions on washing and caring for the bags. Because the bags are sold in Canada, the instructions are

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I am apparently not the only twat out there.Your Pal

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OK so maybe I was a little hard on you. I was wondering why I was so aggressive. I eventually came to the conclusion it was because attack is the best form of defence. But why be so fucking defensive? The answer is glaringly obvious - guilt.Guilt at my own blogging inadequacies. Fuck. I'm not even catholic.Double fuck because I took it out on you and you didn't do anything.So here is a gesture of

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OK then. I have read and, to some extent, considered what you have said. Well ... what some of you have said anyway. Some of you have clearly also considered this subject. Some of you are mature. Some of you even make sense.Here's what I thinkMy blog is mineI can do what I want on my blogIf you don't like it you can fuck right off and dieFor my own personal convenience I plan to have the blogs I

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I am right aren't I? I know I am.There are just too many blogs. Too many bloggers. Too much blogging going on.Even worse quite a few of the blogs and bloggers are interesting/entertaining/funny/educational etc...Even worse, after a while, some of the bloggers start to feel like old friends.But the basic problem is still there. There are just too many of them to cope with.I am trying to put links

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Gwyneth Paltrow went out looking like this. Would you? Why wouldn't she cover up?According to the BBC and I suppose we must believe them, these are NOT bizarre lovebites.Although they are certainly bizarre. Apparently they are 'healthy bruises'. Yeah - right.Regarding cupping ( it involves placing glass cups over specific points on the back and then heating them to create a vacuum.) "There is no

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Martha Stewart has just been sentenced to five months in jail. Now I suppose we will have an ouitbreak of posts and articles and things on the web showing how to decorate jail cells.It will be the next rage in reality shows. Then the home decorators will get into it. Then the redo your garden people. Perhaps window boxes?I am cringing aleady at the mere thought of thisYour PalHaddocktwat

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I came across an unusual website from a link at Bacon and Ehs yet another quality Canadian blog.I browsed the archives and came across this gemDear Mr. Penis,I'm not sure if you can help. I have a most unusual case. You see, unlike most men, my penis has more than a mind of it's own, it has a completely separate personality. This makes it very difficult for me to get intimate with a woman. At the

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LAKE DISTRICT part of northern England with many ... wait for it ... yes ... LAKES. Considered picturesque by many. BRADFORD an industrial city in northern England. Considered not picturesque by many.WHIPPET A greyhound type dog popular in the north of EnglandTHASLANDED "Thou hast landed" or, if you prefer "you have arrived.""AYE THERE'S MORE LAKES NA WORKS IN BRADFORD'. The crux of the whole

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Your PalHaddocktwat

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A posh jumped up twat from somewhere "down south" ie not from "OOP NORTH" ie from somewhere south of Yorkshire is driving to the Lake District.He finds himself in Bradford (how I can't imagine but then again he is a posh jumped up twat from somewhere "down south" and that might explain many things.He sees a local walking his whippet down the road and pulls over to ask directions (btw REAL MEN ie

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I realize that nothing I say matters to anyone else on the entire planet. My opinions are useless and unfocused. I am an expert in nothing. I knownothing. I am confused about almost everything. I cannot, as anindividual, ever possibly know everything, or even enough to make editorialcommentary on the vast vast majority of things that exist in my world. Thisis a stupid document; it is

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Yesterday I was in a department store in downtown Vancouver. To be precise I was in the Hudson's Bay store. I selected the item I wanted and then looked for a place to pay. Since I was last there they had removed all the tills (aka cash registers) which were previously strategically located around the store. They had replaced them with signs pointing to a central paypoint. The signs all say

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If you split with your wife and kids would you end up with Sheryl Crow as a girlfriend?Lance Armstrong did. They have been showing interviews with Sheryl at the Tour de France.But I'm not a five time winner of the Tour De France. In fact I haven't won anything at all recently .So ...... I'd probably end up with someone more like Marge Simpson. Doh. Oh well.Your PalHaddocktwat

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I have been getting up my courage to rid myself of the trackback thingy. In the months I have been blogging it has consistently showed zero. No one uses the fucking thing. In fact no one even understands what it does.The trackback thingy is a complete WOFTAM. No question.I've done it. Its gone now. Who knows what else I have done but that code is now in trackback hell.Your PalHaddocktwat

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This morning dawned moist and misty But as the day went on it became quite sunnyAnd soon it will be evening What a beautiful place is Vancouver.Your PalHaddocktwat

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Congratulations to Greece. I didn't think they would do it but they did.Angelos Charisteas was the man.Your Pal

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