Only one more day and counting. Sunday the 13th marks the day of the beginning of this year's JETT/Teen camp. There's not much word on the exact location of our chalet, but so far I've heard it's a 20 minute walk from the campground parking lot, and that the chalet is powered by generators.
It sounds like it's really out there in the boondocks. Which is great, really, I'm not complaining. All it means is more room and privacy for me to lead David's Mighty Men on a streaking campaign like last year. (I hope my camp shepherds don't read this blog.) Eh heh.
I'm also planning carefully constructed and witty antics for our dear camera man this year. God bless him, he's like the all-seeing eye or an invisible companion. He's captured many of my embarrassing moments and immortalized them with his little digital device. After that, his minions of evil (a.k.a. my friends) have traveled and brought their camp DVDs to others' homes, where antics such as picking my nose, choking out a rap song, accosting the camera man for the name of the camp, and dancing a drunken jig have soiled my reputation.
The difference is that this year I will keep a wary eye out for that Sneaky of all Sneakies, and only throw him some tasty morsels when I see fit. Now all I need to accomplish this is a good dose of will power and concentration, but I think my reserves are empty.
If all goes well, I should have some pictures and a bit to say about the camp after it's over.
11 August 2006
03 August 2006
Sun in the Fun 10:57 PM
I've been having too much fun this summer, which means I've also been too busy this summer, hence the lack of new humor and tragedy here.
Now just before you yell "Yay! Something new and more coming soon!", I'll let you know that I'm still busy with my summer fun. There's a JETT/Teen camp happening this August, so while that will keep me busy for the next two weeks (fundraising and such) until it takes place, it'll be something to write about.
That's not to say I've run out of creativity, heck no, I've got a line of new material trying to push it's way out of my mind and onto the computer. I even stand the risk of not remembering all that I want to write.
Another reason for the lack of spanking new posts is that I'm planning to redesign this site. I probably won't make many changes, but I've been itching to get in and change some things that I dislike about this site.
Now just before you yell "Yay! Something new and more coming soon!", I'll let you know that I'm still busy with my summer fun. There's a JETT/Teen camp happening this August, so while that will keep me busy for the next two weeks (fundraising and such) until it takes place, it'll be something to write about.
That's not to say I've run out of creativity, heck no, I've got a line of new material trying to push it's way out of my mind and onto the computer. I even stand the risk of not remembering all that I want to write.
Another reason for the lack of spanking new posts is that I'm planning to redesign this site. I probably won't make many changes, but I've been itching to get in and change some things that I dislike about this site.
18 July 2006
06 July 2006
Send Timmy 10:09 PM
I was just waiting for all the hoopla to die down so I could have a chance to revive it again. (Actually, I just plain old forgot to link to and advertise this website. Sorry, Timmy.)
Timmy Raveney (and let's not forget Jason Pair) are part of a hardcore band know as DEO, and being that I had the chance to lose myself in their music, I'm promoting this site so that the Europeans at Eurock can get a taste of this good stuff, and so Timmy and Jason can have fun doing their thing.
Pull out your piggy banks, people, we need to send Timmy.
Timmy Raveney (and let's not forget Jason Pair) are part of a hardcore band know as DEO, and being that I had the chance to lose myself in their music, I'm promoting this site so that the Europeans at Eurock can get a taste of this good stuff, and so Timmy and Jason can have fun doing their thing.
Pull out your piggy banks, people, we need to send Timmy.
03 July 2006
This Is No Excuse 10:57 PM
If you blog, there has been a time when you've had to post something to the effect of, "I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while or regularly, it's because I (insert excuse here)." But I don't think I'll excuse myself this time, my sole purpose in life is not to update this site.
I've been busy. Now when I say busy, I don't mean I've become addicted to playing Solitaire so that I don't have time to update, or just too lazy to write something up. I mean busy.
"Ok, you're busy. With what?" Life, you twit. And more recently, moving houses. That's right, I pick 'em up, park them on my back, and carry them all over Canada. It's tiring. Speaking of tired, I remember hearing that lack of sleep can hamper your creativity to the point that you resort to lame and cliche jokes. Eh heh heh. (Now it would be unpatriotic of me if I didn't say something about Canada Day, so, uh, I really liked the fireworks.)
These past two days, I've been occupied with carting things around, sweeping, packing, and organizing. Of course, I did take breaks to sing opera in the back of the empty truck, ride a bicycle down the truck ramp, and fix a faulty vacuum cleaner (funny story, really. My sister asks me to fix it, and with a sarcastic tone and manner, I plug it in and kick the power button. The vacuum responds with a sudden surge and loud forced humming. I've got the healing touch.)
Our house is still full of boxes and overturned furniture. As a matter of fact, I'm writing this on the hastily set-up computer I put in a corner of the floor of my parents' room. This is giving me a neck ache, I'm already sore from all the moving. To heck with this, I'm done.
I've been busy. Now when I say busy, I don't mean I've become addicted to playing Solitaire so that I don't have time to update, or just too lazy to write something up. I mean busy.
"Ok, you're busy. With what?" Life, you twit. And more recently, moving houses. That's right, I pick 'em up, park them on my back, and carry them all over Canada. It's tiring. Speaking of tired, I remember hearing that lack of sleep can hamper your creativity to the point that you resort to lame and cliche jokes. Eh heh heh. (Now it would be unpatriotic of me if I didn't say something about Canada Day, so, uh, I really liked the fireworks.)
These past two days, I've been occupied with carting things around, sweeping, packing, and organizing. Of course, I did take breaks to sing opera in the back of the empty truck, ride a bicycle down the truck ramp, and fix a faulty vacuum cleaner (funny story, really. My sister asks me to fix it, and with a sarcastic tone and manner, I plug it in and kick the power button. The vacuum responds with a sudden surge and loud forced humming. I've got the healing touch.)
Our house is still full of boxes and overturned furniture. As a matter of fact, I'm writing this on the hastily set-up computer I put in a corner of the floor of my parents' room. This is giving me a neck ache, I'm already sore from all the moving. To heck with this, I'm done.
