When composing an email, do not use a cursive font in an attempt to make your correspondence seem handwritten and more 'personal'.
e.g.
(a) It makes it look like spam.Actually, forget (c); when I'm working 11+ hour days everyday starting at 7:30am, I think a little personal venting time is justified.
(b) It makes it more difficult to read than a standard font.
(c) It makes me waste company time by blogging in frustration.
September 14
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Don't you hate it when you send a message to the wrong person? One way to take it is to roll with it; it's your subconscious acting of its own accord.
The other way is to swear, 'Freaking small buttons,' under your breath followed by a chorus of hands-over-ears 'la-la-la-la-la's
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La-la-la-la... fuck.
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BL: "I have a job interview tomorrow"
BN: "Cool. Is it for Pro..."
(crap... no, I'm thinking of somebody else... too late... she's waiting... have to finish... make something up...)
BN: "Is it for porn?"
NS: Aww, you know what you need?
BN: Another espresso?
NS: No silly, this...
NS: 8= 
=8
BN: 
NS: *HUGS*
BN: . . .
BN: Oh! those are outstretch arms...
:(
How come I'm never in town when David Suzuki comes to visit?
(Wednesday April 11 in North Vancouver)
And while I'm at it, is it just me or does Suzuki not seem quite as optimistic as he once was?
IF: "I think I just need to go to the driving range."
BN: "Good idea. Meet you there."
IF: "What? Aren't you cramming 14 days of work into this weekend?"
BN: "Look, do you want to play or not?"
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"Na."
It's like calling me Bruce... well, that doesn't really work since my name only has one syllable.
It's more like calling me "bee" instead of Curby.
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Actually, it's been a while since I've ran in to anybody that calls me Curby. Funny, the process in how nicknames disappear from your vernacular.
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Sorry for the spam everybody, but it's for a good cause, I swear!
My friend Amanda is in the running for Maxim's 2007 Hometown Hottie, so go vote for her! (Definitions of a 'good cause' are rather lax in my books)
Direct link to her page: http://www.maxim.com/hotties
Link to 2007's voting gallery in general: http://www.maxim.com/hotties
I promise I won't spam you all again unless you've requested it ('Life & Times of Bruce' emails) or another hot chick asks me for a favour after I've had a few beers.
Remember that house of cards?
Finally gotten around to rebuilding the foundation. Feels nice.
On confusing names and email addresses:
QT: Hi, remember me?
BN: Hey Tina
QT: I miss you very much!
QT: ...
QT: Who's Tina?
On relationships with inanimate objects:
ML: I guess you two were never meant to be. A sad tale of woe, is Bruce's relationships
On No Stairway?
"Denied!"
On this isn't the first time I've heard that comparison:
BN: I am NOT an imitation of Barney
On well at least he's got good taste:
AR: I think his idea of "girlfriends" and our idea of "hookers" are one and the same.
On seriously, this is for your own benefit:
BN: I'm all for playing wing... but dude, gotta warn you, you've totally got your beer goggles on.
Last night, just like last year, I had my shirt, my hat, and my randoms. (But not my camera, whoops)
Good night, even if I called it early. It was no Fitzsimons, but not many places are... it may just be the Guinness talking, but I kinda miss Ireland.
Quotes
On persistent office gossip:
"Is your fiancée coming out tonight? She's still in town, right?"
On text messages that wake you up:
"So I just got diagnosed as clinically depressed..."
On death cabs and cuties:
"Okay... I think... I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now."
Internal Monologues
On relations:
Every time I think things can start working well between us you say something like that. Then I remember what I promised myself.
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I don't trust you; I don't respect you; I won't cut you out of my life.
It's been twenty some-odd years, trust me, I've tried all three.
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On revelations:
I continue to grow, making steady progress grappling with violent childhood traumas. First dogs, then swimming, now tofu. To complete the superfecta: Birthday cakes with the fruit layer in the middle *shudder*
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Yes, VIOLENT childhood traumas, all. For serious.
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On revolutions:
I've got these sun spots where my art used to be,
I've got these sun spots where my art used to be,
Whoa-ooaa (It got sold, it got sold, it got sold),
Whoa-ooaa (It got sold, it got sold, it got sold)...
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Yes, I learned what the actual lyrics are. I like my version better.
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Victoria --> Seattle --> Vegas --> Indio, CA
Hooray for pent up vacation time and pent up RAGE!
