tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53199312011-04-21T21:17:46.612-06:00Dispatches From the Bloody Dis-Assembly lines Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1140333237576468012006-02-19T00:02:00.000-07:002006-02-19T00:19:48.233-07:00

From their newish country song that's all over the radio stations that I am forced to listen to at work, I quote: "Like a blind dawg without a bone/I was a Gypsy lost in the Twilight Zone/ I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a Pot of Gold".What In The Living Fuck do visually impaired canines, the Roma, and an old Sci-Fi Show have to do with leprechauns? Worst Simile EVER!!!Q: Does this show an

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1139886110784343232006-02-13T19:58:00.000-07:002006-02-13T20:08:19.590-07:00

The following is the text of an e-mail I just sent. If you didn't receive it, and you're reading this, that means I don't have your e-mail. Read the e-mail, and if you wish to respond, write to markjess at gmail dot com. ThanksSo, as the title of this e-mail would suggest, I am an idiot. While perhaps not the most surprising of admissions, I have manifested this behavior in a particularly

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Those of you have read this blog in the past will know that a)the writing isn't all that good and b) it's infrequently updated, indeed, moribund since Canada Day last.While I make no firm promises as to future updates, I will declare this: I hereby pledge myself to keeping this off of Smith's Dead Blogs link, from now until July, unless I really can't be bothered. So, with this wholly equivocal

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So, after making some awesome Chicken Tikka Marsala, Grilled Veggies and New Potatoes for dinner, went out to Wooly Bully's with the danimal, the poonstar, and the chad. I hadn't been out on Whyte in a couple of years, so I was suprised to see a bathroom attendant in the men's room not only there, but also at O'Byrnes. When did this become necessary? It's not as though these are high class

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You Are 23 Years Old 23 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething

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I Am A: Lawful Neutral Half-OrcFighter RangerAlignment:Lawful Neutral characters believe in the triumph of law and order above all else. It does not matter whether the leader is for good or evil; the leader will be followed, because the order they provide is the most important thing.Race:Half-Orcs are a cross between a human and an orc. Generally, this kind of mating does not occur willingly, so

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It has come to the attention of the management that there was an egregious error on the post of March 12, 2005, entitled Always Has A Sweater On. Mad props, thanks, and gratitude should have been extended to one Erin D'Amico, for her assistance with track selection and placement. We wish to apologize for any confusion this may have caused.The management will now commit seppuku.

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1110704724168101772005-03-13T02:05:00.000-07:002005-03-13T02:05:24.170-07:00

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Wankmaster Jones.What's yours?Powered by Rum and Monkey.

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1110626465436456522005-03-12T04:30:00.000-07:002005-03-12T04:22:32.310-07:00

I noticed that I haven't posted in over a month, and am about to feel the shame that come from being moved down to "Missing And Presumed Dead Blogs" on Steve's sidebar. Although I really haven't been in a writing mood lately though, being far more wrapped up in reading other peoples blogs, and following SU elections, I figure i shoudl save Steve the effort and keep this active-ish. Now that I

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Looks like I spoke to soon, and my pilgrimage to the home of the Kroegers and the second best small-town Italian restaurant will have to wait until the morrow (hopefully no longer). Ahh, the perils of the 'patch. The work is lucrative, but subject to various whims and tidal shifts. At least I'm all packed now, but this is putting a damper on my iBook plans. Of course, i won't *need* an iBook

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1107885959308677352005-02-08T11:00:00.000-07:002005-02-08T11:07:54.696-07:00

In Hanna. Blech. 'Coure,it's really not as bad as you might thinkg, despite being Chad Kroegers hometown. But something tells me that hotel isn't going to have a Make-Your-Own-Waffle system :(. But, I really need a paycheque. Partial roadbans have slowed things down in the South & Central portions of the province, and I've been home 7 of the last 10 days, and slowly going insane. On the plus

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1107050460189749742005-02-01T00:00:00.000-07:002005-02-01T15:37:05.763-07:00

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that Ralph Klein has an orgasm everytime he sees a flarestack or a drilling rig? The reason I pose the question was because the very thought occurred to me at my new job, about 1 AM as my supervisor and I lit up the flare at the well I was at. Yes, I have a new job, and am now ack in the oilpatch. I don't think I can say who I work for, or necessarily

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1105145452860119092005-01-07T17:39:00.000-07:002005-01-07T17:50:52.860-07:00

..but i realized this made a better post, because I know few webboarders, but know most of the people hitting this place. So, reagarding this thread about banks, specifically, that thing about banks holding deposits. I'm guessing you (in this case, Scott N) use TD, like me. My old man uses Royal, and apparenlty he has full access to all deposits immediately, ATM, or wherever. TD just likes to

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As Roman, Steve, Janet, Etc, have all done it, and I don't feel life thinking enough to write my planned review of the Johnny Cash album I just got, or the nifty beer I had the other day as I had intended, I might as well give flippant answers to easy questions. Here goes Name three names you go by 1) Mark 2) Jess 3) Marcus Name three screen names you've had 1) Marcus 2) SmartMoose (from my

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So at coffee-break tonight, one of my co-workers, who's about my mothers age, out of the blue told me "You should be on Radio" My immediate comment was "Gee, Thanks, I know I'm not and Adonis, but Ouch lady". Before I could spit that out, she cut me off with "Or TV. I was just thinking that you had a perfect voice for radio and public announcements". Pride still intact, I spent the rest of

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Due to utter laziness, and an guilty feeling about not posting, here's my thoughts of the shows I've been watching lately instead of, y'know, school and what not. TV watching has taken a hit lately, due to work, but I do what I can :) So, thoughts on shows I've seen. Note, my opinions as given are hereby declared definitive, canonical, and authoritative. Feel free to cite as needed Desperate

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The voting scandal you've all been waiting for. It was only a matter of time really. And Jones, this might be an explanation for your question about the exit polls. I figured it would onbly be a matter of time before something ike this broke, as reading Slashdot has made me sufficiently paranoid about e-voting, Diebold, and the buggy nature of the american voting system in general. And from

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1099592050544905742004-11-04T11:20:00.000-07:002004-11-04T11:14:10.543-07:00

While one can hope for this, this is flat out wrong. This is probably the most accurate, sadly. Just replace "Pureblood" with evangelical pseudo-Christian neocon theocrats. Is it a coincidence that R O V E are four of the letter's needed to spell Voldemort? Methinks not ;-)

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1099281668619545672004-10-31T21:00:00.000-07:002004-10-31T21:04:39.266-07:00

.. as it looks like Kerry is going to win thanks to the Redskins. some other election predictors, although thse are split. Take that Sara :P

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Clicking on the "Next Blog" link at the top of Blogger pages, i came across possibly one of the most disturbing examples of the ridiculous nature of the mass-media/entertainment complex, Celebrity Baby Blog. Now, I although i disagree with the enitre celebrity "journalism" concept, I can understand that those celebrites consciously put themselves in the public eye as part of their job. But

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1098138169053667222004-10-18T16:30:00.000-06:002004-10-18T16:22:49.053-06:00

Why is it that in an age where millions of dollars can be wired around the wrold in seconds, crippling economies and making fortunes, and where you can use your interac card without even leaving the table at the restaurant, it takes two weeks for $378.48 to clear? I thought the large Canadian Banks were incredibly efficient, and had great, centralized IT services. The money left my account on

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Damn it, I had a nice, long post written, and was embellishing it with links, etc, when I clicked on the compose tab in blogger to try and do some fucky cross-out font stuff when I lost all the goodness. Sumbitch. I was on a role too, posting some pithy, high-falutin' on the discussion board for my Film Studies class. So, as a temporary measure until I can reconstitute the literary goodness I had

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1097075616761859682004-10-06T09:03:00.000-06:002004-10-06T09:19:39.546-06:00

Yet another mildly entertaining online quiz. I was kind of hoping for Quagmire. Giggity Giggity! Which Family Guy character are you?

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1097016091236796202004-10-05T16:37:00.000-06:002004-10-05T16:41:31.236-06:00

Interesting article over at Wired about the Long Tail, or why companies that don't set out to make hits are far more profitable that thsoe that do, given the distrubtion forms available today. Good read, and yes, the link is from slashdot, but I figure most of those who read this don't read that. Those of oyu who do, ignore this post

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1096997103985484362004-10-05T11:25:00.000-06:002004-10-05T16:25:00.873-06:00

Or, How I was Utterly Humiliated by the tastiest of legumes For the last couple of weeks, my mother has been using the deep-fryer fairly often, as part of a home-made French fry and fritter binge, as we have a good hundred pounds of high grade potatoes that Mom is trying to get rid of. So, after steak, fries and onion rings twice this weekend (the horror), Mom told me that if I wanted to deep

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1095217934974480462004-09-14T23:30:00.000-06:002004-09-15T11:44:33.803-06:00

No, she doesn't go apeshit over The Benefactor, which I will come to in a minute, nor was she angry at me or any of my family (anymore than usual, anyways). No, my parents marked their 25th Anniversary a couple of weeks ago, and to commemorate the occasion, me and my siblings, with help from my mom's best friend, threw a surprise party for them this past Saturday. Ok, really, my mom's friend did

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1094787957329408372004-09-09T21:46:00.000-06:002004-09-09T21:47:47.286-06:00

Just finished watching 19 Months courtesy of the Lethbridge Film Society. Movie was pretty funny in that quirky Canadian way, similar to Made in Canada, The Newsroom, and that one on Parliament Hill ( I forgot the name). Damn it, Canada makes funny shit, but unfortunately, the CBC can't compete with I want A Famous Face. Anyways, the weird thing was that the film locked and melted with like 2

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1094751127377787082004-09-09T11:30:00.000-06:002004-09-09T11:32:07.376-06:00

So, back in classes, and finished at the slaughterhouse. Of all my summer jobs, that was probably the best as far as work environment, although definitely not for the money. I got hooped out of taking Anatomy and Physiology like I wanted to, to see if I had a knack for it, but it might not be so bad. I picked up History 260: Western Civilization instead. I was hoping for an Abnormal Psych

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Also, I've had a G-Mail account for a few months now, and it kicks ass. Apprently I now get invitations to let people into the beta test, so, to get rid of them I will be having a contest for readers of this blog. But first I need to decide what type of contest to have. Therefore, I am having another contest, to determine which kind of contest I should have to get rid of the G-mail invites.

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1094250032200603712004-09-03T16:29:00.000-06:002004-09-03T16:20:32.200-06:00

Sorry for the Hiatus. Bear with me until Wednesday. I'm losing my only functioning computer (which I just got fixed last night, but whatever) to my sister, who is moving up to Westlock to attend Grant MacEwan's Nursing Rural Delivery Programme. But, I wil be able to use the pc's in the Campus lab,so posting will resume remi-regularly. Anyways, In order to provide some sort of entertainment,

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1091496529303599362004-08-02T19:30:00.000-06:002004-08-02T19:28:49.303-06:00

I will be unable to blog substantially over the next couple of days, as my computer decided to come to a screeching halt on boot-up sunday morning. The only other "internet-capable" computer is only barely so, and frustrating as hell to use after the glories of FireFox, etc. For example, just adding this post tooke 5 minutes to get to the actual "create post", let alone trying to read my news,

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1091229595871452312004-07-30T17:25:00.000-06:002004-07-31T19:08:01.690-06:00

So I've had Seargant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in my head all day. One of the good things about my job is that, whenever a song has been in my head so long that I need to sing it LOUDLY, no one really cares. It's a combination of the ambient noise making it impossible for them to hear me anyways, and because as weird as I may strike people there, there's still at least 5 people that are

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Been up to not a hell of a lot. Left work sick on Tuesday half-way through, and spent most of today in bed. Think it's some kind of flu, as after loads of fluids and Chicken Noodle Soup I'm felling better. The doctor is also running some bloodwork and what not, but thats another sotry entirely ( I hope). Haven't really been getting anywhere in Shogun, as the middle game gets pretty boring if

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1090897966750508812004-07-26T21:00:00.000-06:002004-07-26T21:14:53.673-06:00

Back when I was eight or nine years old, I was out at my uncle's farm one weekend, as my parents were attending some wedding. As I was sick, I was unable to go outside and hang out with my country kin-folk, so I vegged out and watched what I then thought to be a Wonder of Wonders, Satellite Televison!! Hey, I had basic cable, and back then in Westlock, basic cable was Basic. Channels that

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1090637947165789272004-07-23T20:32:00.000-06:002004-07-24T14:04:47.756-06:00

Apologies to Brian Wilson for the title. So, en route to Edmonton in Tallulah, my amazing 1985 Camry, the old girl began a rather volent and disconcerting shimmy. This had been happening for a while, but only when drivg at speed near 130-150 kmh. That being the case, I just haven't driven as fast as normal. But, past Fort Macleod, the shaking continued below 120, and even down to 90 kmh. So I

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10058055307682918863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319931.post-1090546679657574632004-07-22T20:42:00.000-06:002004-07-22T19:47:48.196-06:00

So, talking with Steve on MSN, I realized that yet again, my attempts to do something semi-ambitious with my spare time had degenerated into yet more random surfing of the interweb, the only difference being that i knew the people creating the content. After having asked M. Smith for stylistic assistance in setting this up, back in May, i have gone no where, exceedingly fast.. My thought was

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