Archive for September, 2006
Toronto Pizzaria
From Redflagdeals
I get my pizza from a mom and pop operation that has an amazing deal. For about $22 you get:
- three large pizzas with three toppings each
- a box of potato wedges
- 12 chicken wings with spicy sauce
- carrot and celery sticks, with blue cheese on the side
- six cans of pop (any pop)And they’ll even make the crust however you want (regular or thin), and I’ve had occasion to ask for three toppings on half of one pizza and three different ones on the other half of the same pizza. The pizza is great and in my opinion even better then the big chain pizzas (Pizza Hut, Pizza Pizza, etc).
The place is called 123 Pizza on Bloor, about 1 1/2 blocks west of Dufferin, in Toronto.
A return to Muay Thai
Around March, I had to quit Muay Thai. I had lost my job and had severely injured my ankle while training at home, around the same time at that. The class was a bit of an anchor, and without it I was unable to work out regularly, and I slid into old habits. Going back today was a great experience – even if I nearly blacked out at the end. (It isn’t as bad as it sounds – I had just eaten too close to class time)
Monday, Friday and then Saturday/Sunday – I look forward to seeing how it goes this time. I did nearly hurt my ankle again,s o I will be getting either Ankle braces or something for the next class.
All Along the Watchtower
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Kimveer’s ‘friends’ weigh in.
Kimveer Gill…I cannot beleive you are dead. Absoluetly cannot…damn police…they’re supposed to be the good guys…why did you shoot him? Right in the head…
It has not gone through my head yet…You’re actually gone…
You were an amazing person…
You will be sorely missed…by me at least.Mood:So sad…
Music:WHY?
You people are sick.
So this was the shooter’s aim.
It will be a quiet and peacefull morning. A light drizzle will be starting up. The clouds will be grey, so grey. Just the way I like it. Disembowled bodies litter the streets. Some have been decapitated, others hung off bridges and over-passes. Yet, others still lie burning. Flames slowly eatting away at their putrid flesh. Glorious. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA They have paid this day, they truly have paid. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Mood:Dark
Music:Metal
The dark humor of this is that he managed to kill one person before being punked by cops. So much for his little apocalypse. People like this need to be taken out beforehand and sent to a hard labour prison camp in China to break them of their delusions of grandeur.