Monthly Archives: February 2004

They Call Me A Grammar Nazi

I hate it when peo­ple use con­junc­tions in the wrong place. In my account­ing class out­line, for exam­ple, is the line, “Typewritten work will only be accept­ed”. I know what they’re try­ing to say, but instead, they make it very clear that the mark­ers must accept any type­writ­ten work. It makes me want to smear shit all over my beau­ti­ful­ly type­writ­ten assign­ment, just to piss them off.

Level 1 Umpire

Last week­end there was a train­ing course for lev­el 1 umpires in table ten­nis. It was dirt cheap, and only two hours long so I decid­ed to go for it. Out of the nine peo­ple who took the test, only three passed, includ­ing me. The test was open book, unlim­it­ed time, but the ques­tions were extreme­ly tricky. Since I passed, I can offi­ci­ate match­es for both club sanc­tioned tour­na­ments and provin­cial lev­el com­pe­ti­tions.

Sometimes I Have Regrets

Ever do some­thing real­ly stu­pid? Like, some­thing just plain rude or mean. And then feel total­ly bad about it, even though it was such a small thing and the per­son prob­a­bly under­stands why it was done. And then not be able to think about any­thing else except for regret­ting it. I hate when that hap­pens.

Tremblant '04

Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1
Tremblent cabin 1

Got back from Tremblant today. A bunch of us rent­ed a cab­in for the week­end about ten min­utes away from the moun­tain. I went snow­board­ing, or rather attempt­ed to snow­board, on Saturday. There was a heavy fog at the top of the moun­tain and vis­i­bil­i­ty was extreme­ly lim­it­ed, although the tem­per­a­ture hov­ered around a pleas­ant ‑5°C, a far cry from the ‑46°C from last year. I’ve def­i­nite­ly improved over the last time that I went, although I still can’t carve on the toe side. Every inch of my body is stiff now, from my neck to my ankles, but it was worth it.

Tubing 1
Tubing 2

We stopped by a lit­tle hill made for snow tub­ing on the way home. It only cost $17 to use the facil­i­ties for four hours, and there’s even a con­vey­or sys­tem to drag the inner tubes to the top so peo­ple don’t have to walk up, the ulti­mate in lazy recre­ation. The hill was divid­ed into eight lanes, each with it’s own char­ac­ter­is­tic bumps and jumps, and we tried to link up our tubes in var­i­ous con­fig­u­ra­tions such as mul­ti-per­son daisy chains and leg locked lines. Possibly the best bang for the buck ever.