Kardasian...Kardations....Kardashan...WHATEVER.

So here's the problem, with my 4 year hiatus from blogging. I missed some thing. I missed a lot of relevant things, but I also missed a lot of bullshit. Well didn't so much as miss, but never commented on it here. For example. HOW THE HELL DID THE KARDASHIANS HAPPEN?

(Warning, I've been saving this up for years.)

Is the current trend in television today is follow the stupidest people on the planet and make a TV show about them? I don't get. For the record, I've never watched the show. I hear about them online. I see their faces in the bullshit magazines in line at the supermarket, and I think to myself, if you can make a shitload of money doing stupid stuff in front of the camera, then SHOW ME THE MONEY.

Now I'd like to say that I have too much dignity to do such things in front of a camera, but I can be bought (except for the sex tape thing, my self esteem couldn't take the entire Internet going EWWWWW). I can do funny stuff on TV, like drive around town wearing a toilet seat around my neck. I can walk about with a Donald Trump wig (heck, I'm gonna do that for free).  I can get a spray on tan and dress like a douchbag.

Did you know that this person has acting credits. WHAT THE HELL!!!!

I was listening to a podcast, and they were talking about an episode where the sisters were having a competition over who's HOOCH smelled the best, and Khloe was the judge. Really, having to decide which sister has the best smelling....whatever.

This is all Ryan Seacrest's fault. It's his company that put this crap out there, for 10 damn seasons. How can something this dumb be on for this long, and how did these people get so famous for being stupid, or are they stupid?

I keep thinking of the piles of money they all have, and...well I have is a pile of dirty laundry. Makes me think, who's the dumb one now?

Money to burn.

So here's the deal. I was laid off from my job on Tuesday. By Thursday, I managed to secure a new job, starting next Monday, so I'm once again financially secure. Now I have 4 weeks of severance and 2 weeks of holidays to be paid out by the end of the month, but what to do with the money.

Now I've kidded about spending the money on Blackjack, and Hookers, but to be honest, I'm not the casino type. I can think of far better ways of burning money. As for the Hookers, nope. nope, nope. I'd like to think I have more class than. HEY I CAN DREAM CAN I.

My mother thinks I should act in a responsible manor and pay off my debts. PPPPFFFFTTTTTT.

I am on a quest however. I will wonder through the shops in the for a Trump wig. That is a no brainier. I must have the Trump wig. I need the Trump wig. I will become Trump.

The lastest idea I've come up with is a trip to Butte, Montanna, just to say I've been to Butte. I like many immature people like to call it butt. I'm sure that rural Montana is nothing like rural Alberta, and it will be a unique experience like going to Vulcan, Alberta, or Hanna, Alberta.  Sure I can walk around in Vulcan with Vulcan ears, and a phaser and no one would bother me. I might not even be the only one there doing that, since the town is named Vulcan. I could drive up and down the main street of Hanna, blaring Nickleback, and seeing how many people I piss off. To be honest, i have nothing against Nickleback, and I'm happy for a bunch of local boys from rural Alberta to obtain the amount of success that they did.

A trip does sound like a good idea, since I didn't go anywhere this year. Damn you Comic Con, but sense of responsabilty keeps going back to paying down my debt. PPPFFFTTTT. Why do I have to be responsible instead of irresponsible?  Maybe I can put the money to my debt while wearing the Trump wig, but Trump wouldn't do that. he would  just declare bankruptcy....again. Who know that something like this could be such a challenge, a while while I keep hearing this in the backgroup

I want a Trump wig

I want this. I need this. I love this. I want to walk downtown Calgary in front of the oil company high rises and randomly fire people. Then I want to announce that I'm running for Parliament as an independent. Then I want to go to the high end restaurants for lunch, and fire people. There's only one problem, I found this wig on Amazon.com and the seller doesn't ship to Canada.

This is an outrage. How am I supposed to rule over my fictitious real estate empire without a Trump wig? How can i walk into a Calgary casino without a Trump wig?How can I order that my fast food order be "supersized" without a Trump wig?

I swear as God as my witness, one day I will own a Trump wig. I need it for Cosplay.

COSPLAY !!!! That's it. I've been to multiple  comic conventions, and have been teased about my lack of Cosplay, but now I have it. I will be Donald Trump cosplayer.

I like this idea more and more. It was be classy, with little effort. Just war a suit and the wig. 

Now I need this wig to go to 7/11 and buy the most fabulous Big Gulp ever. I want to ride public transit and complain that there's no flight attendant. 

I want to do that while only wearing boxers, and no pants.

YES !!!!

Am I back? I don't know.

I haven't been here in 4 years. I'm not sure if I've been lazy, or just pre-occupied with Facebook, but now I've decided that Facebook is killing my creativity.

I think it's because I'm currently unemployed, I've decided to come back and write something here. I used to have a lot of fun blogging about stuff (or shit, depends on your point of view). Being submerged in IT world for so long, makes me think that perhaps, it was killing my creativity, but hey I had money, and was travelling, so everything was ok, but I don't think it was.

Sure I was posting little bits on Facebook. Posting awesome pictures of my travels, including getting to meet Vicky, and multiple trips to Comic Con, but here, I was creative. Here i was funny. Here I wrote about underpants.

It really wasn't until Jamie wanted a story about my sudden employment, that I realized that part of my brain has stopped working, and I need to jump-start that part of my brain. It could also be the fact that Broom County is back , but only on Facebook. PPPFFFTTTT

I missed writing stuff, stuff I found amusing, and then a day later finding a bunch of spelling mistakes. ARGHHH. Facebook stopped that from happening. I need to change that. I need the old me taking about weird, and random stuff. I remember spending a half hour typing this stuff, after searching the internet for over an hour. Those were the days. I kept talking about raging against the dying of my light. I think it died, but now I think there's a new flame.

I hope there's a new flame starting. Even if blogging isn't as cool as it used to be,

Screw You Facebook.

What the hell?

I haven't been here for some time. Yes a failure on my part but something brought me back. Someone posted a really nasty comment here, and to be honest, I'm not sure why?

I've been accused of "being off my meds", as well as fake my background and birthplace. I don't even think I've ever mentioned by birthplace here. I live in Calgary, but I wasn't born here.

It's one of those things which should cause outrage,I guess, but to be honest I'm more confused than anything else. I'm not even sure if I should delete the comment or not. If I delete it, will this person come back and make more nasty comments? It was quite venomous but there was no foul language.

This is quite a head scratcher.

I'd like to say that I'm sorry that I offended you, but to be honest, I'm not. However the more I think about it, the more I think this might be a case of mistaken identify.

At least it gave me an excuse to blog. Now if I could only motivate myself to blog about recent events like my trips to San Diego, and London.

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