okay, i know i don't update this site very often. the reason is that i don't find myself bored at work often enough, because i am actually  busy at my job sometimes. i know it's an oxymoron, but bear with me alright?

 so i figured, since i'm actually having a pretty uneventful work day today, i would put more than just my random doodlings on here. it just makes sense, since i actually do stuff at work (except for right now because i am the only person here for once, so i can just drink coffee and do crap like this on the computer all day), and i have better things to do at home; like read, write, make music, sleep, watch tv, play video games, eat and all kinds of other intensely fun stuff. "HOLY RUNON SENTENCE, BATMAN!" also, i don't want to have a livejournal, because those are for goths, nerds, and weird art people, or a blog, because i don't really know what a blog is and my internet comprehension goes about as far as uploading music and using messageboards and writing crap like this.

 so; enough crap for now, because i'm at work. stay tuned for more crap.
 

 yep. it is now 11:33 am. about ten minutes later than it was when i  left. i'm not really sure why i'm writing this in real time; but i am. so this guy came in about 5 minutes ago and asked if the coffee we are selling in the hall is brewed or "insta-coffee". this isn't starbucks, buddy. so i told him "it's from a coffee machine" and he gives me a look
 like "damn you simple canadians." you get a lot of that working at the tourist info. centre. (once somebody called me and asked if we had sharks in our lakes.. NO -> but watch out for the piranahs (sp?).

 anyways. nobody at work told me that our coffee machine likes to leak out all over the place lately. i've been using it all summer and this is news to me. or maybe i did something stupid. whatever; i'm not going to get into that story.

 but i am gonna tell you an amazing and perplexing story about this morning.. ready? good.
 
 so i come in here this morning and there's somebody in the front entrance/hall/lobby/whatever area. i open the doors to the information centre at precisely 9:30 and he goes "you're right on time." i just kind of smile and nod. what the hell's he talking about? i get here at the same time everyday, of course i'm right on time. i think he's mistaken himself for me, or something, because it's obviously HIM that is right on time. so okay, that was kind of weird.. but get this.. i go into the bathrooms (which are open all night) to change the garbage bag in the paper towel disposal. some guy comes out of the stall and washes his hand and goes "good timing, man." i just kind of went 'huh' and looked confused. he must've known i was confused because he just kind of returned the look and backed away. there must be some kind of new time or something that i didn't hear because i haven't read the paper today. so either it became customary just this morning to tell everybody when they are on time for something they do every day at the exact same time; or i am super-on-time-man. which isn't quite as good as being the flash; but at least i'm never late.  ..and i must be, because

 somebody just asked me for the time a few minutes ago. it dawned on me
a couple minutes later that everybody else knew about my super time-telling powers before i did. those newspaper people are on top of everything; and they must've had a big write up on how great a superhero i am. 'huh' .. if anybody else acknowledges my time powers i am going to curl up underneath my desk and hide for the rest of the day. I AM NOT AN ANIMAL PEOPLE; I AM JUST A GUY WHO WEARS A WATCH! WONT YOU LET ME LIVE????

'huh'

 it's 11:36, i'm going to go get my fourth cup of coffee now and pretend to be working for a few minutes. if i don't write anything else here, it means i either discovered my time travel capabilities; or nothing exciting happens for the rest of the day. for now, you should go to www.somesongs.com and vote "good" for every song posted by 'extra credit' (me). also, go to www.songfight.org and vote for my song. it'll be much appreciated, and it's good karma (i'll even give you free coffee if you come visit me at my work.)