Stuffclub of London Ontario

Ok. Yes, I'm aware that it's been a year and a half since I posted anything here. To be honest with you, I just haven't had time. And since I just had to spend a bit of time migrating all my misc sites over to a new server, and actually make them all work again, I noticed that I've been rather lax in my posting..

But I do have at least a minimal excuse for neglecting the stuffclub, (and the other four or so sites that don't even have pages on them) as I've moved over to Nagoya Japan, and life has been more than a wee bit hectic for the past year or so. However, I do have fiber-optic, symmetrical, Gbit internet in my house, so life isn't that hard.

If you want to read up on it, my (also seldomly updated, though not near as neglected at the poor old stuffclub) page is at Nomihodai Nagoya.

Cheers!

Perhaps you read in the paper today about the teacher who died of a heart attack while reading to his grade 2 class.

Well, pretty much everything in there was true. Mark was just a
general good guy, who did good things and was nice to people.
There's not much more to say than that, and I'm glad that something
like that article could be written for him..

Farewell Mark..

The title says it all.. Ahh, how society has changed.. *sigh*

Well, as of January 3rd at 3:31pm, CanadianAbroad and his all-too-tolerant wife became parents to a little girl, Stephanie..

Congrats to the both of them.. I'll leave out any jokes about the "Hey Mr." song, or the "worry about all of 'em" for now, since they're both still rather caught up in the moment, and I figure he's got at least ten to twelve years before it ceases to be funny, so I've got time..

I don't know if you heard or not, but according to the catholic church, condoms have little holes that pass HIV through them.

Now if they were the sheep variety, that would be one thing.. I'm at a loss for words..

As a few of you will notice, I snuck away for the weekend to witness the marriage of these two.. I just wanted to take this chance to both wish them the best of luck, and all the happiness (and beer) in the world. We love you guys.

If any of you bancroft crowd is reading this, I want you to represent. Yeah. Like the commercials. Spit it out, eh? That just ain't food..

But congrats to the couple..

Well, yesterday, I did an early morning run to Detroit, and ended up finding myself home in the early afternoon. With my hair on the verge of becoming an afro, I decided it would be a good time to get a haircut. Which I did.

Next to the place where I get my hair cut (I know Roberto would love it if I were to plug him, but I'm not saying the name of his shop), there is a tanning place.

*sigh* I live in a house where I am the only possessor of testosterone. There may be a male fish in the tank somewhere, but I'm doubting that. He's probably committed fishy hari-kari by now. If fish can do that.

Seriously though. it is hard to live in a house with all women. Even if you are regularily shagging one of them. It's still hard.

Women have a unique perspective on the world that ignores the laws of chaos. Things must be put "in their place". Translated? Everything of mine must be hidden from me. *sigh*

Emotions? Oh, lots. Problems? Constantly.

Well y'all. I hate to have real life intrude here, but I'll be gone for a few days. My grandmother has passed away, so I'm heading to the great white north (of here).

It's funny sometimes how the inevidible still drives home the concept of mortality.

Later, eh?

Ok. If you know me, and know where I live, now's the time to come and bug me. I've got mortal kombat fired up on mame, and I'm looking for an opponent. Since I tend to live in an estrogenly charged house, I've not got anyone to play with.

If you're around in the next few, come bug me, and I'll kick yer ass for ya. *grin*