the decline of western society?

what the hell is with the (american) media's obsession of giving every celebrity couple a two syllable nickname? and more importantly...why the hell can't I have one? I mean sure, I'm not famous or anything (outside of my own delusional mind anyway), but what the hell makes TomKat or HayLo so special? yeah, that second one I just learned watching heroes. so what? wouldn't life be way cooler if we all had two syllable nicknames? I think so.

so with that in mind (and knowing full well that giving oneself one's own nickname is the lamest of the lame), I'd like to christen myself (and kaiser...)...


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...I'm not sure you guys are ready for this one yet...


...prepare to be rocked...

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killsy. yup. that's kaya + willsy = killsy. pretty sweet eh?

ps. Ignore my shit-eating grin. I'm sitting second row. It's well placed.

pps. I'm bored and this is what you get when I'm bored. deal with it.

aw crap

made spaghetti for dinner tonight. I'll be honest, I was having a good time in the kitchen just generally cleaning up and getting dinner ready. so what if the spaghetti took longer than it should have? no big deal, I wasn't in a hurry. and in the end, it gave me more time to get all my dishes washed from yesterday (that's how I work, do dishes while cooking dinner the next day...).

so yeah, kitchen was nice and clean, spaghetti was done, so I strained it in my veg steamer (I don't have a strainer yet, whatever) and threw it on my plate.

did you know spaghetti is slippery when it's hot? 'cause it is. very slippery. basically, when you're holding your plate, you should really use two hands, not one like I did. before I could react I felt the plate get lighter in my hand and heard a wet thud-like sound. looked down and there was a pile of sauce and spaghetti on my little rug and pretty much every other square cm in my kitchen.

now if you know me, you can probably imagine what words were going through my head, but I somehow managed to bite my tongue and ended up laughing at the whole thing.

I mean, I made waaaaaay too much anyway...

and I'm thinking now that I really should've taken a picture. Instead you get a picture of the rug soaking in my tub.

I swear on everything holy...

that when I'm rich and famous (or rich, or famous...or just gainfully employed for that matter) that I'm going to start up a column in which I will completely destroy any idiot who somehow manages to publish something in something with the words or phrase "revert back." you can't revert back people. that's redundant. when you revert, you go back to something. you don't revert back. that's like me saying that I'm not never going to eat pie. you know what that means? it mean's I'm going to eat pie. it's a double negative...

now maybe "revert back" isn't quite the same thing (well, it's entirely different), but it's still a stupid grammar error and it drives me crazy when I see it in books or newspapers.

god, between reverting back and making mute points, I'm pretty sure I have my career set right there. and don't even get me started on the way people mix up their, there and they're.

so it's been awhile.

unfortunately, that appears to be how I operate in this online world...

so my first official publication has been posted online, but good luck reading the little bastard. for some reason (probably fate and luck) the centennial webmasters don't understand the internet, and they can't really run a stable and easy to navigate webpage. but if you want to check it out, you can try typing in www.torontoobserver.ca and see what happens. if the page shows up then you're in the minority. after that it's a crapshoot as to what you need to do to access my little article, but if you just do a search for my name it'll probably turn up sooner or later.

...if you have to ask my name, you probably shouldn't be reading this blog...

so yeah. the article is about election night last tuesday. let me say...really busy night for this intrepid reporter (read: imitation reporter). got to interview the Liberal candidate in Toronto-Danforth, then I had to hop in a taxi and book it downtown to Kool Haus where Jack Layton and his NDP were charging outrageous (and perhaps even unethical) prices to media members who wanted to cover the event. joke's on them though, I just stood near a speaker with my recorder and camera and got everything I needed.

not too much else to report really. had the first ever on-camera interview in class today. that was interesting, and thank god that no one outside of my classmates is ever going to see the footage. I'm sure we all looked like a bunch of n00bs (to borrow a gaming term).

I'll edit this post with some pictures later but I don't have them on the laptop yet. also, forgive the noise in the shots (this is mainly for Marcus) as I was shooting at ISO 1600 becuase I'm an idiot and forgot to change it to something with less noise. so there that is.