tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40416822011-04-21T19:19:12.795-06:00The Angry Mallard ChroniclesThis is a blog. 'Nuff said.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-81633007890466276982007-06-13T20:57:00.001-06:002007-06-13T20:57:34.863-06:00One Hundred FiveThere was once a great Barbarian Lord and his name was Kivorn. Kivorn was a good and just cheiftan, who led his people with dignity and honour.One winter, his tribe suffered a fierce famine, and many of his people fell to starvation. The fishermen's nets came up empty, and the huntsmen could find no game. With their rations quickly dwindling, Kivorn decided that he would The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1167367493701230672006-12-28T21:41:00.000-07:002006-12-28T21:45:05.100-07:00One Hundred FourSo the other day, I was cooking hamburgers in a frying pan and I put some garlic on them. This guy stuck his head in the window and said, "Are you putting garlic on your burgers? I thought you were a vampire. What, are you trying to kill yourself?""Yes, as a matter of fact," I replied. "I tried cutting my wrists but they healed too quickly, and if this garlic doesn't work, I'm The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1164640338739175732006-11-27T08:11:00.000-07:002006-11-27T08:13:02.443-07:00One Hundred ThreeRecently in Calgary, the 'race card' has been played in one of the hateful ways possible.I'll start at the beginning.This 16 year old kid is wandering around the northeast of the city at 2300 or so and stumbles across this couple waiting for the bus. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a set of jumper cables, and attacks them.He smacks the girlfriend across the face with the The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1163436445982509332006-11-13T09:44:00.000-07:002006-11-13T09:47:26.000-07:00One Hundred TwoThis Poppy thing won't die!Which is a good thing.The day before yesterday was Remembrance Day and I am grateful I did not encounter someone wearing a white poppy. Because the urge to backhand the wearer across the face and tear the symbol of disrespect from that individual's lapel would, I fear, be almost overpowering. I try to be a civilized man, but when I hear of those The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1163301051921140712006-11-11T20:09:00.000-07:002006-11-11T20:18:04.316-07:00One Hundred OneRED vs WHITE: The Poppy DilemmaFor those of you who aren't familiar with the Canadian holiday "Remebrance Day," here's a quick tutorial. Our Remembrance Day falls on the 11th of November, and has a counterpart in the US as Veteran's Day, Armistice Day in countries belonging to the British Commonwealth, and Poppy Day in countries like South Africa and Malta. This date was chosen The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1163069930898234142006-11-09T03:56:00.000-07:002006-11-09T03:58:50.913-07:00One HundredWHOO! Post one hundred!And all I got was this awesome video!Thanks to Pheonix for that.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1159477429950097922006-09-28T15:03:00.000-06:002006-09-28T15:03:50.040-06:00Ninety-nineSo, I was standing in the shower today, and as I had no songs stuck in my head and had been awake for about twenty hours, my brain became serious, morose, and introspective. So congratulations, my friends, for this is the first and only emo-duck post you'll ever see.It started off by me having to take a piss right before my shower. So, as I'm standing there, whizzing in the toilet, The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1159157744933843132006-09-24T22:13:00.000-06:002006-09-24T22:15:44.963-06:00Ninety-eightOnce again, Licia Corbella sums up my thoughts exactly (strangely enough, some three or four days after I express them :P) The originial can be found here.The headlines screamed "Muslims outraged." Isn't that kind of like saying, "Dog bites man" or "Antarctica is cold?" Radical Muslims, it seems, are always outraged about some thing. Where's the news in that? Well, unfortunately, theThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1158544729479755162006-09-17T19:57:00.001-06:002006-09-24T22:16:18.953-06:00Ninety-SevenKeep Digging the Hole Deeper, Muslim World.Recently, Pope Benidict XVI quoted a fourteenth century Byzantine Emperor in one of his addresses regarding cross religion dialogue. His exact words were "Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to 'spread by the sword' the faith he preached."The Muslim world The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1155088926670707492006-08-08T20:00:00.000-06:002006-08-08T20:02:06.686-06:00Ninety-SixThe following is direct copy of Licia Corbella's August 08 column "Altered War". You can find the original here.ALTERED WARManipulated photos highlight untruths in Mideast conflictThey say the first casualty of war is Truth. Yesterday, the respected news agency Reuters issued an unprecedented announcement. Essentially, it admitted it unwittingly published propaganda as straight news. The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1155010506835278482006-08-07T22:13:00.000-06:002006-08-07T22:15:06.856-06:00Ninety-FiveSTOP GIVING MONEY TO THE HOMELESS!I know that all you left wing hippies are going to pounce on me for this, but you know what? - I don't give a damn. Stop giving money to the fucking beggars.And you know who I mean. The scummy looking, unwashed, smelly asshole with the craggy face that comes up to you and says "spare some change for a coffee, sir?" You know how you answer these The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1152789613003685962006-07-13T05:19:00.000-06:002006-07-13T05:20:13.013-06:00Ninety-FourMIDDLE EAST ON THE BRINKOf war, it seems, and it's about time too. Too long has Israel put up with attacks against its territory and populace. Too long have the attackers hidden behind the guise of anonymity. Too long has the international community counselled Israel to be patient and moderate in its responses, and too long has Israel followed that advice.I mean, look where this The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1151782024958612572006-07-01T13:20:00.000-06:002006-07-01T13:27:43.590-06:00Ninety ThreeFUCKING PALESTINIANS!Actually, my bitch isn't so much with Palestinians beyond the fact that they're all terrorists, terrorists in training, or complacent in terrorism, and for that they deserve to be either wiped out of existence or deported to Syria.My bitch is more with sections of the Canadian society that seem to think that Israel should be boycotted by the civilised world for The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1148050729398046052006-05-19T08:56:00.000-06:002006-05-20T03:31:10.926-06:00Ninety Two*gasp* Could it be? Another Webcomic?Episode 01-001: Powerful MotivationBy: AngryDuck!The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1145362798811935862006-04-18T06:14:00.000-06:002006-04-18T06:22:00.750-06:00Ninety OneBehold the Longevity of the Drake!A DUCK whom has been shot with a crossbow by sick thugs has amazingly survived with a bolt in his neck for more than a year.The duck has been spotted many times in Coventry and Warwickshire since March 2005.RSPCA officials, who have named him Geoff, have been called out dozens of times and have even used a boat to try to rescue him.But every time they The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1144581712108182752006-04-09T05:20:00.000-06:002006-04-09T05:22:00.870-06:00NinetyOld Godzilla was hopping aroundTokyo City like a big playgroud,when suddenly, Batman burst from the shadeand hit Godzilla with a Bat-grenade.Godzilla got pissed and began to attackbut didn't expect to be blocked by Shaq,who preceded to open up a can of Shaq Fuwhen Aaron Carter came out of the blue.And he started beating up Shaquille O'Neil,then they both got flattened by the Batmobile.But The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1140873709726870302006-02-25T06:21:00.000-07:002006-02-25T06:21:49.736-07:00Eighty NineSo, after reading through Robyn's blog and hearing about how Jeffypoo tagged her name into Google and found a dozen or so site talking about her, the inner narcisist tried to do the same thing for me.Unfortunately, the only thing floating through the interweb with my name on it happens to be a story I wrote damned near ten years ago. It's still hosted on the site I uploaded it to backThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1134236914510991872005-12-10T10:48:00.000-07:002005-12-10T10:48:34.520-07:00Eighty EightWell, I just finished my Physics final. All I can say: BREEZE!The fricken thing was SOO easy! I mean, the only question I really had to think about was the three equilibrium positions of a cone and why. There was a little bit of a hiccup near the beginning when I needed the gravitational constant and realised that I forgot to put it on my formulae sheet. So I guessed something The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1133992677532656272005-12-07T14:57:00.000-07:002005-12-07T14:58:48.333-07:00Eighty SevenGuess what, guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what!Robyn got PUBLISHED! Incredible, eh! I know a real live celebrity! Her last post (and her first, if I can read correctly) was about the youth vote in Canadian Politics. So go read it.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1130414676694263642005-10-27T06:04:00.000-06:002005-10-27T06:27:06.496-06:00Eighty SixI'll start off by stating that I've skipped post 85 to make up for post 20.5. This is, in actuality, the 86th post of the AngryDuck! Chronicles, so I've made the post count accurately show that.So, remember that grammar thing I was talking about? Well, we had a test on it last Friday. Guess what I got. I earned (yeah right, like it took effort) 93%, the highest mark in the class. The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1129800911920214572005-10-20T02:57:00.000-06:002005-10-20T03:35:11.926-06:00Eighty FourMy feelings towards my english class are becoming ambigious. For the most part, I'm less than enthused with the course, as I am being forced to take it. Had the choice been mine, I wouldn't have taken it. BUT, in order to 'qualify' for a Bachelour's of Science, one, apparently, needs to be able to analyse liturature.However, my first major assignment was to write an essay analysing The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1129408504850229612005-10-15T14:34:00.000-06:002005-10-15T14:35:04.856-06:00Eighty ThreeSo...did you guys hear about these riots in Toledo Ohio? So, apparently, the 'National Socialist Party of America' got permits and police escorts and such for a peaceful parade through the city to protest black violence. Then the black community came out to protest the rally, and decided the best way to do that was to riot and loot and burn down a bunch of stores.Now, I'm not a big The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1129208272884602502005-10-13T06:48:00.000-06:002005-10-13T06:57:52.890-06:00 Eighty TwoPoker. That's right...poker. I've been playing a lot of poker on PartyPoker.net recently (mostly as a way to ignore my impending midterms). I grew up playing five card draw. That is where you get five cards, and you get to trade in three at a time three times and work out the best five card hand. On TV, they have tournements now (I guess poker has become that widespreadly popular The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1123224809295307622005-08-05T00:51:00.000-06:002005-08-05T00:54:55.123-06:00Eighty OneHorray.So, here I am, blogging again, but with absolutely nothing to really say. Everything I used to vent here I now vent on the FnB website.So, I hereby submit for approval, a picture of a cat licking it's ass.PS: Horray to the Stealyness!The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1118488911492009612005-06-11T05:21:00.000-06:002005-06-11T05:30:12.780-06:00EightySo, what do I have planned for the big Eight Zero?Nothing but this.English GeniusYou scored 92% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 86% Advanced, and 100% Expert!You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1114683245203718322005-04-28T04:12:00.000-06:002005-04-28T04:14:19.136-06:00Seventy NineWell, here is it.They talked about me for almost ten minutes on FnB this week.They love me.The show can be found here. I'm in the first ten minutes or so.There, Jeff, I blogged.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1112869392505603812005-04-07T04:21:00.000-06:002005-04-07T04:23:12.506-06:00Seventy EightSo I was in Sev, buying a slurpee, and I saw this suspicious guy in the back, by the sandwiches, messing around with them.Seeing him, I became certain that he was going to try to somehow steal this stuff.Now, for background, I used to work at this sev, and I am on fairly good terms with the staff there. This night, there were two girls there, Erica, and Corrina.Now, Corrina, I like;The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1112059456861831072005-03-28T18:10:00.000-07:002005-03-28T18:24:16.873-07:00Seventy SevenSo.... The pulmonary infections are on the run, thanks to a bunch of sleep, a powerful immune system, a few hours of meditation, and...oh yeah...ANTIBIOTICS!Did a full day of work yesterday for the first time in a week. But, as it was A) a sunday, and 2) Easter Weekend, it was dead ass slow and I spent an hour of it talking with Alicia.I'm not allowed to talk about what we talked The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1111667858410232132005-03-24T05:36:00.000-07:002005-03-24T05:37:56.646-07:00Seventy SixTime for some irrelevent babble.Or not.:: How Jedi are you? ::Done and done.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1111363489891281492005-03-20T16:58:00.000-07:002005-03-20T17:04:49.893-07:00Seventy FiveWow. Can you believe that it's been over two months since my last blog. I haven't really had much to blog about, as my life has degenerated into cycles of working, sleeping, playing video games, and fighting with my new roomates.But, Megatron and Jeffypoo have been pestering me to blog, even though nothing super-E-duper has been going on.So, here's what's on the table for today.I'm The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1105517922446095412005-01-12T01:15:00.000-07:002005-01-12T01:25:09.833-07:00Seventy Four
No one knows exactly why they started the war, but it was a foolish mistake on their part. After all, United Interstellar Transport was too small a faction for such a grandious name, and with only ten ships, four pilots, and less then 25 million credits in net worth, they were hardly a match for us. RONA-Vortex has some 300 members, 5000 ships, a pair of stations complexes, and a The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1105087763919062622005-01-07T01:17:00.000-07:002005-01-07T01:49:23.920-07:00Seventy Three
Ok, over the past couple of days, several things have become clear to me.
A) I hate snow, for a multitude of reasons, and;
2) Until I was six years old, I was a vietnamese child.
Ok, for the first one:
I don't know exactly when this thought occured to me, that I hate snow. I've been fairly aware of this fact ever since I had to walk in it to school. I think I was six or sevenThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1104598912481361902005-01-01T09:35:00.000-07:002005-01-01T10:02:34.320-07:00Seventy Two
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
There, I said it, and now the obligation is fulfilled.
The last week has been interesting. Wanna hear about it? Too bad, you're gonna anyway.
Went out to Beiseker for Christmas. Hung out with the parents. It sucked. Well, that's not neccesarily true. It mostly sucked.
My mom spent the three whole days sitting on her bed with the TV on mute drawing pictures The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1103806125233204842004-12-23T05:27:00.000-07:002004-12-23T05:48:45.233-07:00Seventy One
I remember this vivid story from back when I was in grade six. Every year, the folks at my school would set up a field trip they called 'Outdoor School' for the grade sixers, in which the entire grade (some 300 childlings) would pack into busses and get hauled out to some cabin camp thingy in the middle of the trees. Somewhere.
Anyway, so when we got there, we were diveded into The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1103497189736100762004-12-19T15:28:00.000-07:002004-12-19T15:59:49.736-07:00Seventy-One
Yeah, so.
Um, and then...?
So, my dad's crippled. Apparently. He was digging a hole on his farm, and then he jumped into the hole, and the whole hole caved in on him and crushed he legs.
He says he's gonna die. I doubt it though. Well, he WILL, eventually, but he means in the next few weeks. He was drunk when I talked to him.
Everyone who knows about it keeps saying things The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1102764510503129452004-12-11T03:58:00.000-07:002004-12-11T04:28:30.506-07:00Seventy
Yep, thats right. Seventy. The big 7-0. Isn't that like a diamond jubliee. I can't believe that I've had this blog for almost two years (or more) and I've only blogged seventy times. That works out to just over once every two weeks. Whoohoo! Talk about frequency. Hell, I can't even claim regularity, in ANY aspect of my life.
So, today is Friday. Well, technically, yesterday wasThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1102515562622743352004-12-08T07:15:00.000-07:002004-12-08T07:29:14.046-07:00Sixty-Nine
So here it is, my first day off in over two weeks, and do you know how I'm spending it? That's right, doing nothing. Well, not nothing, really, but nothing constructive. So far, I've donated a full eight hours to playing EVE-Online. I just got the skills to use a Mining Barge, and I've been putting that to good use, stockpiling different ores in a local station.
Now this may seem The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1101813194491925382004-11-30T04:11:00.000-07:002004-11-30T04:13:14.490-07:00Now that my blog is allowing me access, we return to your regularly scheduled blog...
Sixty Eight
Ok, so, here I am to relieve you all once again of boredom.
Here goes.
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Uh, I have no idea what to write about. In fact, the only reason I am here is because Jeff keeps hassling me. No one ever reads this anyway, so, whatever.
Well, I've found a new niche on the web. Freak 'n' The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1098795806237472682004-10-26T07:02:00.000-06:002004-10-26T07:03:26.236-06:00Sixty Seven
Late at night, after all the normal people are inside hiding from people like me and my kin, the voices in my head fall silent as they finally flee the confines of my skull and spread to the night air. And it always seems that the malevolent personas are personified into the embodiement of a small, grey and white kitten.
It follows me, whenever I am alone. It lurks just outside myThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1094132972274372092004-09-02T07:43:00.000-06:002004-09-02T07:49:32.273-06:00Sixty Six
TALK TO ME, PEOPLE!
Ok, here's the deal, you fat bastards! I am so sick of getting MSNs and ICQs and Yahoo!s about my lack of Blogging. Well, I'm sorry that you have nothing better to do in your tiny little lives than to see whats on the AngryDuck channel! It's been less than a day since my last blog, and already, you're all clammoring for more!
There's only so much this twisted The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1094033803564465682004-09-01T03:49:00.000-06:002004-09-01T04:23:17.913-06:00Sixty Five
I am the AngryDuck!
Ok, first off, perhaps I am being paranoid, or just plain stupid, but Robyn has a link on her blog (http://getahelmet.blogspot.com) to some other blog by some guy (assuming its male) calling himself ScaryDuck, but says that he is neither scary, nor a duck. Yeah, well, I'm ANGRY DUCK! And Im Angry, AND a Duck, and I dont even have a link on her site! Geez, The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1093916879379505452004-08-30T19:46:00.000-06:002004-08-30T19:53:00.846-06:00Sixty Four
Dating Advice
This is going to be dating advice from the lord & master. . . Foamy!
Alright, you women out there, listen closly. These guys you should look out for: the type of guy who is driving around listening to fucking dance music like Zombie Nation and stupid dumbass songs from the mid 90's that nobody gives a shit about. Y'know, they turn it up really loud to get your attentionThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1093776488537074772004-08-29T04:47:00.000-06:002004-08-29T04:52:58.066-06:00Sixty Three
Foamy's Rant
There are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. The type of people who come up to you and ask you for advice, and then when you give them advice, they don't take the advice. They just come back to you a week later and they're like 'I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong!' You wanna know why everything turned out so wrong? The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1092572991761053422004-08-15T06:27:00.000-06:002004-08-16T01:24:27.400-06:00Sixty Two
I'm considering writing a story and posting it online as either a blog, or an actual website at Geocities. If I do, will any of you read it, or would I be wasting my time. Now's your chance to influence the actions of the great and powerful Duck.
I have several ideas. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on each.
A) A corps of mercenaries who go on missions to fulfill various contractsThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1092248116614817782004-08-11T12:14:00.000-06:002004-08-11T12:15:44.266-06:00Sixty One
So I am dreaming about Panago again, and not warm and fuzzies either. I'm having those anxiety driven dreams about failure and destruction, where everything I do somehow results in the destruction of the store.
Wanna hear about it? Too bad, you're gonna anyway. Everybody's bitching about me not blogging, so you're gonna listen, and you're gonna like it.
It starts with me going into The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1086773409898774772004-06-09T03:29:00.000-06:002004-06-09T03:31:32.230-06:00Sixty
Some of The Angry Mallard's Favorite Things (in no particular order):
- Coffee
- Guns (like the P-90)
- Boobs
- Chicks
- Video Games
- Movies where everyone dies in the end
- Moutain Dew
- Alicia
- Stand up Comedians
- Bruce Willis
- Milla Jovovich
- Star Trek
- Black things
- Hard Nipples (on chicks)
- The Neolithic Era
- Tattoos
- Cats
- Lesbians
- Unpurified Water
- Austro-lipithicus The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1086702776760677942004-06-08T07:43:00.000-06:002004-06-08T07:58:40.050-06:00Fifty Nine
Hmm. There is so much to talk about, but I can't figure out where to start.
I tried to hug my manager yesterday. Bad idea.
The new job is cool. Good food, good folks (for the most part), and its DOWNTOWN. WHich is right where I want to be. So this idiot comes in on monday morning at like 0300hrs asking for the head. Im like, 'sorry, but the manager takes the key home with her The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1086084935116385702004-06-01T04:12:00.000-06:002004-06-01T04:15:35.116-06:00Fifty Eight
Hmm, Kasper must have some hidden power, because I got a job today. I start tonight. I am a sandwich artist - yay! You know what that means: free subs for me! And I love Subway subs.
And I'm pissed about the hockey game. Fraser sucks. What the hell was all that about! Why is it that the refereeing is always biased AGAINST Calgary? How come the corruption can never be on our The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1085825500382351712004-05-29T04:01:00.000-06:002004-05-29T04:21:33.396-06:00Fifty Seven
This finding a job thing is really beginning to suck. I was down at the Subway downtown and the chick behind the counter said that if I wanted a job, I should apply there. So I did. Nothing. Of course, that was yesterday, so it may take a few days. I'll be there tomorrow night anyway, so I might as well ask them while I'm there.
Walmart called me in for a first interview. ThatThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1085144242553739272004-05-21T06:55:00.000-06:002004-05-21T07:04:37.520-06:00Fifty Six
If I was a World Leader, which would I be?
What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com
Hmm, I would rather have been Stalin, or Mao, but I guess Hussein is ok. Jeez.
So we went down to 17th after the game on tuesday, and it was great. I love beautiful women who love to get naked. See more at the Flames Girls website. Yay for boobies!
This Saturday, we are The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084962752286342542004-05-19T04:30:00.000-06:002004-05-19T04:32:32.286-06:00Fifty Five
You know what I hate? That's right, stupid little nursery rhymes. Some of them are ok; they make sense, they're coherent, they have a point. But some of them are so dumb, you have to question how they ended up being so popular. Here's just a few.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
couldn't put Humpty together The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084954142633412692004-05-19T02:01:00.000-06:002004-05-19T02:09:02.633-06:00Fifty Four
So I don't know what happened, but somehow, the last half of my blogger template got replaced with some text that looked like it was from a blog; a chick's blog. But it is weird, because its like truncated text. Oh well, as you can tell, there's a new template, because the old one got overwritten by the mystery text. Here's the alien text.
live on a budget I think I could really The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084873438858501422004-05-18T03:03:00.000-06:002004-05-19T20:54:53.186-06:00Fifty Three
Nice. We won; we won very nicely. 3-0. Kipper's a fucking Jedi man. Anyway, if you love the Flames, and you love naked chicks, go to www.flamesgirls.com. Nice, oh so nice. I love women.
Ok, so here's the deal. The monitor that my beautiful loving girlfriend gave me has a broken heatsink, so the vertical sync chip overheated and melted, and now the monitor compresses the The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084657750451308372004-05-15T15:47:00.000-06:002004-05-15T15:49:10.450-06:00Fifty Two
More copying bullshit, because I have no life. I got this from my roomie Gimpy (AKA SpiritBoi).
You are a complete and utter BASTARDIZATIONof the English tongue!
Unless this is your third language, thereis absolutely no excuse for your ignorance.You shame us with your speech. Go back andfinish your schooling, bastard.
How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by Quizilla
The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084443260862582832004-05-13T04:40:00.000-06:002004-05-13T04:50:39.093-06:00Fifty One
The Way
I mourn for the past,
for the days when everything sucked,
but not as bad as they do now.
The misfortune that is clouded by my nostalgia holds no sway over my mourning.
We remember the good, we forget the bad, but sometimes
The bad comes back, with a vengance, angry at being ignored
What do we do?
Smile and refuse the past the power
the strength
the will
to dictate to us how The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084269908143603602004-05-11T04:05:00.000-06:002004-05-11T04:05:08.143-06:00Fifty
Yes yes, I know, this says FIFTY and the last one says FORTY EIGHT. Wheres Forty Nine? It's missing. Apparently, I can't count, as my blog has some fifty posts (including this one) and I have it numbered only to 49. So to fix the descrepency, Im skipping one to get back in sinc. Now hush.
The purpose of this particular post is to test the addition of comments to my page.
So if thereThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1084268270337486112004-05-11T03:34:00.000-06:002004-05-11T03:43:06.910-06:00Forty Eight
Like others before me, I have stated my opinions on these controversial topics. So read at your own risk, you wimp.
Abortion: Damned straight! If you don't want kids, flush em. They're nothing more than parasitic nodes of flesh anyway. I hear people say things like 'they have a right to live too!' and bullshit like that, For fucks sakes, you dicksnacks, embryos are no more thanThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1083909780907933962004-05-07T00:03:00.000-06:002004-05-07T00:07:21.500-06:00Forty Seven
Took a quiz today that I saw on Gimpy's blog. So I shamelessly copied him. Here it is.
HOW WOULD I SURVIVE THE END OF THE WORLD?
Death. So, you're the one who pushed the red buttonof death, aren't you? You couldn't resistafterall, it's in your blood. There's somethingto the screams of innocents that makes yousmile, and carnage isn't all that bad as longas you're on top of the The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1083676810894025112004-05-04T07:20:00.000-06:002004-05-04T07:35:31.903-06:00Forty Six
So saturday was a bad day for me. Everything that happened was bad. Wait, that's not true, the day started out fantastic.
Alicia came over at about 1330-1400ish and we decided to go see a movie. Scampered outta the house and went down to moviedome to see Fifty First Dates. It was awesome, it was really funny, and I found myself really enjoying myself. THen Alicia said something The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1083551385804834902004-05-02T20:29:00.000-06:002004-05-08T16:57:47.310-06:00Forty Five
Alright, boys and girls, time to learn about brain diseases. You know, the viral softapps that have infected otherwise perfectly good working headware. Its when your cyberrig is defective, and the warranty just expired.
I recently took a personality disorder test, which queried me to discover my hidden damage. It also included a 'risk assessment for my tendancies towards the said The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1082464061732997412004-04-20T06:27:00.000-06:002004-04-20T06:31:39.873-06:00Forty Four
Ok, well, here goes.
I haven't been blogging much recently, and the only reason why that I can think of is because ao all that has happened in my life recently, there is not much that I feel comfortable talking about with anyone who can just point and click. However, I have come to the realization that the people who I 'ask' to read my blogs (the GF, R&K, cool roomies) are the The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1081073752062809692004-04-04T04:15:00.000-06:002004-04-04T04:20:13.123-06:00Forty Three
Well, almost a month and no posts. Why? I dont know. Most of the stuff I have to talk about I can't talk about, and little that I can talk about occurs. But heres a biggie. I quit my job, why? Because I was cutting th tape on a box to break it down and thought 'you know, if I accidentally cut my arm open, then I can go to the hospital and not have to be here. But wait, more The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1079018752069977332004-03-11T08:25:00.000-07:002004-11-30T04:33:07.016-07:00Forty Two
The Keep
In the loneliness it stands
Strong, free, timeless,
Until she comes.
And when she comes, the grounds grow sprouts,
where she walks, flowers bloom, her touch brings vinery.
The wall is before her, her path blocked, her way stayed
the vines and creepers grow, pushing through mortar, through stone, through iron.
She Comes, she waits. Patience as vines grow and mortar splits.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1077979694744372282004-02-28T07:48:00.000-07:002004-11-30T04:32:50.230-07:00Forty One
If any of you know my Roomate Gimpy, he's been doing these blogish interviews. So here it's my turn. These are questions he asked me, and per the rules, I'm answering it in my blog.
1) If you could be a Star Trek (any series) character for a day, whom would it be, and why?
Why the hell do you start off with a Star Trek question? Im not THAT much of a nerd. Jeez. Fine. here, MotThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1077311632064200092004-02-20T14:13:00.000-07:002004-02-20T15:27:21.996-07:00Forty
Yep, that's right, second post for the day. Dunno why....?
So read this.
You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and makesure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,it can be very satisfactory if he/she is intoyou playing the dominant role MEORW!
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This is me. Yep. Uhh, don't know why it's a picture of a girl, though...
This The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1077292016531517262004-02-20T08:46:00.000-07:002004-02-20T08:50:29.436-07:00Thirty Nine
I was late for work today. I wasn't feeling well yesterday, and I went to sleep as soon as I got home (0930ish). The problem is that when I am sick, my body reacts by sleeping until I am well. Case in point, I didn't wake up until work called at 0015. You do the math. Fine, I'll do it for you. 14 hrs or more, solid. No tossing. No turning. No dreaming. Just eyes closing The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1077027272345185512004-02-17T07:14:00.000-07:002004-02-17T07:17:18.826-07:00Thirty Eight
Just woke up after sleeping for like ten hours. I worked last-last night but I had a bunch of stuff to do yesterday so I stayed up and did them because, well, I didn't have to work last night. Alicia came over and she and Jeff and I went to see paycheck. Great movie, BTW. Anyway, afterward, we went over to Robyn's parents' place and dropped off my old monitor to Meghan. They'reThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1076866106527753132004-02-15T10:28:00.000-07:002004-02-15T10:30:59.140-07:00Thirty Seven
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor.
I'm tired of having to take pop bottles back to the bottle store.
So Valentine's Day has come and gone. Ho hee, ho hum.
Not true, for you can have your very own Valentine's Day right here on the day AFTER the REAL VD. How? Just add the simple word belated in front. This secret can be yours for only three ninety-five ninetyThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1070753727303215732003-12-06T16:35:00.000-07:002003-12-06T16:36:26.310-07:00Thrity Six
Ever wake up and go to take a piss, but the end of your dick is stuck together and it's like putting you finger over the end of a hose, and the piss just sprays everywhere so you got to get some TP and go on an easter pee hunt?
Right, me neither.
I see a lot of guys a work who remind me of my dad. You know, the contract tradespeople who come in @ 0500 with in their paint or dust The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1070614218657027982003-12-05T01:50:00.000-07:002003-12-05T01:51:15.343-07:00Thirty Five
I'm beginning to think there is something wrong with me. Here's why:
I have spent the last three hours trying to sleep on the couch because I was exhausted and too lazy to move. Now if any of you have ever been to my house, you know that Josh and his friends come over to play Settlers of Cataan all the time and they are the noisiest motherfuckers in the world. They don't care The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1069478534817419552003-11-21T22:22:00.000-07:002003-11-21T22:22:53.543-07:00Thirty Four
I need a life. Seriously. My week has consisted of mostly of working, sleeping, watching Dark Angel, and playing Age of Mythology. So, first things first.
The new job seems to working out ok. Started nights last week and things have been smoother than during the day. Mostly because I'm a vampire and I'm sluggish during the day. Or maybe its the fact that the tasks to be done The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1068972142421711302003-11-16T01:42:00.000-07:002003-11-16T01:42:53.233-07:00Thirty Three
I can't believe I'm 24. To me, a twenty four year old is supposed to be finishing university, have a steady girlfriend, and have leads on living on his own. Compare this to me. No post secondary, a fairly insecure relationship, and Im so poor I need five roomates in order to pay rent. Bleh.
I find myself struggling sometimes, struggling to justify myself. But I always keep The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-1065333677058575532003-10-05T00:01:00.000-06:002003-10-05T00:01:17.213-06:00Thirty Two
Well. Can you believe it's been nearly six monthes since I last blogged? I can't, and yet I can. For some reason, I lost
interest in Blogging, much to the dismay of both my readers (sorry guys). But now, I've returned, and hopefully for a bit of
a stint.
In fact, it seems that I had lost interest in everything Bloggish, including other people's blogs. But now, I have oodles The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-930869452003-04-22T20:54:00.000-06:002003-04-22T20:54:49.006-06:00Thirty One
Ok, well, here's the deal. The court thing turned out bad. I've got until Hallowe'en (is that where that damned apostrophe goes?) to donate $3000 to the tall foreheads at Silly Hall or I go to jail for sixty days. My realization: Which is worse? Seriously, should I go to jail and make them spend five grand on keeping me alive while I 'serve' my sentance and save myself three grandThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-920662482003-04-05T18:55:00.000-07:002003-04-05T18:55:24.403-07:00Thirty
Jacen's being lazy (and by this I mean busy). Its been weeks since I last blogged, and I'm sorry, but my life has been way to busy to do anything recreational. My life consists of work, sleep, and the war, and with breaking my foot and cutting Lena's hand off (and her parents want me dead for it) I am left with very little time to do blogging.
I'm so tired.
I go to court in 6 days andThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-908007032003-03-16T05:25:00.000-07:002003-03-16T05:25:05.593-07:00Twenty Nine
The following post is dedicated to Calgary's finest; the boys and girls in blue. And black and red, if I had my way. Read on...
Well, have I got a story for you.
Fucking cops. Did I tell you about the innocent guy they blew awy in front of my Sev for using a pay phone? And THEN, they needed to find the knife he 'pulled and waved'. It took three cop cars and a K9 unit to The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-906419212003-03-13T03:51:00.000-07:002003-03-13T03:51:30.153-07:00Twenty Eight
Well, long time, no siege. I haven't felt very motivated to blog recently, especially to Cybermemoirs, and it sucks, because a lot of funny things have happened. If you read Rocko's blog ever, you would have learned about the 'incident' at Sev last night. However, he has it all wrong.
Ok, maybe there's some truth to what he said...ok, a lot of truth. Fine, damn it, it's all The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-902974352003-03-07T06:01:00.000-07:002003-03-07T06:01:06.076-07:00Twenty Seven
And now, something a little lighter.
So I was at Mickey D's the other day and I was going through the Drive Thru with my buddie Li'l Mike. At the window, the woman handed me the drinks and said: 'Here you go, ladies.'
I was like 'Excuse me? Ladies?'
She ducked her head a bit to look inside the car and noticed Li'l Mike. 'Oh, I'm sorry.' she replied, 'I didn't realize you had aThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-902278392003-03-06T01:38:00.000-07:002003-03-06T02:05:45.000-07:00Twenty Six
WAR WAR WAR!!!! Lets go to war and destroy them all! What this world needs is another world war, something to galvanize the populace into a single mindset and to seperate the globe into large sections of civilization that vehemently oppose one another. And all you tree hugging hippies can die in the nuclear fire!
I and soooo fed up with pansy ass muther fukers who think that a warThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-900378802003-03-03T00:18:00.000-07:002003-03-03T00:18:44.810-07:00Twenty Five
*SIGH*
I love being a vampire, but sometimes, it truly interferes in the everyday happenings of the world. Everyone knows, but won't admit, that humankind is meant to be nocturnal. The sun give us cancer and fucks our eyes, and the heat causes all sorts of problems. Why? Because we are supposed to hide from the light during the day and only come out at dusk.
Or at least, I am.
The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-898346922003-02-27T05:55:00.000-07:002003-02-27T05:55:59.590-07:00Twenty Four
Hooowwwwlllleeeee FUCK! I say again, holy fuck. I just saw The Others for the first time, and for those of you who haven't seen it, I will spoil nothing, but for those of you who have... HOLY FUCK. The flick is one hell of a mindfucker. And I thought Signs and The Sixth Sense was bad. The movie started off boring, but it got creepier and creepier, and then, BOOM!, the plot The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-896044122003-02-23T10:20:00.000-07:002003-02-23T10:20:58.773-07:00Twenty three
Count em, yep. Fifteen. Or two. It has been over two weeks since my last blogging. Sad really. I suck. But, I have a good excuse. Work. You know how James (I hate that guy) has taken over the store? Well, I've been working with him on a regular basis. He's got me closing five nights a week (hence the no time issue), most of them with him, and now that I've gotten to know The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-887312742003-02-07T16:48:00.000-07:002003-02-07T16:48:14.570-07:00Twenty Two
I know, I know, I know; so quit your bitching. All you whiney little bastards complaining that I haven't Blogged in SOOOO long, and you don't know what to do because you haven't had a chance to compare your life to mine and feel better knowing that I suck way worse than you do. So quit bellyaching (I love that term). Fucking tree hugging hippies.
Well, then, where to start. I The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-882090772003-01-29T08:53:00.000-07:002003-01-29T08:53:34.380-07:00Twenty One
Ok, get this. There IS no way to please women, and the following are only a few examples of the cultural and sociological inequalities that reside between men and women. Although they are humourous (What the FUK are YOU laughing at, girlie?), these paradoxes are so only because men are strong enough to suck it up a deal with the crap in our lives without whining about it. So here The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-880238552003-01-25T16:58:00.000-07:002003-01-29T08:54:02.000-07:00Twenty and a Half
Ok ok, I was wrong. I don't know what happened, but I guess Robyn's blog is still up. Last time I checked it, though, it DID say that the blog was gone. Sorry for the mistake.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-880057792003-01-25T07:45:00.000-07:002003-01-25T07:45:35.576-07:00Twenty
Well, today is a sad day indeed, a day that shall live in infamy, for on this day, this 24th of January, Robyn's Blog went offline. I don't know what happened, but I went her blog to see what was new in Robyntown and blogger told me that the site had been shutdown and the domain was now available to someone else. I was shocked. I know that she's been having a tough time, but isolating The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-878921742003-01-23T03:35:00.000-07:002003-01-23T03:35:10.990-07:00Nineteen
Ok, so here goes. My buddy from work, Strome, got himself a blog at jim_root9898.blogspot.com. From it, I have learned that I'm about to be fired. James (I hate that guy) has decided (to the best of my knowledge) that contract drivers aren't worth the pizza they deliver, so he's getting rid of them. I wonder what my buddy Steve'll have to say about that. I don't know. I really The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-878526222003-01-22T11:36:00.000-07:002003-01-22T11:37:13.000-07:00Eighteen
This is just something I saw, and although it is a rash generalization, I think it personifies the feelings of many a taxpayer.
I come for visit, get treated regal;
So here I stay, who care I illegal?
I come here, so poor and so broke,
I take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
he say I need to see Welfare.
Welfare say, "You come no more,
We send cash right to The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-877753792003-01-21T02:58:00.000-07:002003-01-21T04:06:42.000-07:00Seventeen
So, here it is. Paying bills when you're poor sucks. I haven't not had money in such a long time, I've forgotten what it's like. I was going to go to wings tonight, but I then realised that of the forty buck I had, I needed ten for wings (or close enough), and that would have left me with thirty. I don't work again until friday (I HATE THAT GUY!), so I need to budget. So instead, The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-876785642003-01-19T06:28:00.000-07:002003-01-19T06:28:48.993-07:00Sixteen
Well, I don't have anything interesting to report in my life, other than work that sucked and the difficulties in getting money from my roomates for the cable bill. But while I was at work, I spend a lot of time in my car, and as such, I listen to the radio. Now because my car is a PEICE OF SHIT!! the FM radio fuzzes out whenever the heater is on, and because it is winter, I've gotten The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-876355432003-01-18T05:16:00.000-07:002003-01-18T05:16:33.053-07:00Fifteen
Okay, so this is crazy. This has never happened to me before, but I don't know if I should be flattered or scared.
So I just got home from Alicia's where I just watched Original Sin (great movie by the way. I hated her at the beginning, but by the end, she had earned my respect). Anyway, so as soon as I parked my car, a great somg came on the radio. So I shut my engine off, and leftThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-875873522003-01-17T06:06:00.000-07:002003-01-17T06:06:04.330-07:00Fourteen
There we go, my new blog is up and running. You can find it at Cybermemoirs.blogspot.com. Comments are appreciated.The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-875839962003-01-17T03:54:00.000-07:002003-01-17T03:54:51.210-07:00Thirteen
New Weapon!
Rock. It's a rock. The Granite-Inc. model is an upgraded version and does more damage. It weighs 1 pound.
So I'm considering starting a new blog, one that acts just like a journal, but not one of me. Get this, it'll be fictional and work like a creative writing assignment. Every day or two, I'll make another post regarding the life of Our Hero. Dunno what exactly whatThe Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-874710952003-01-15T05:07:00.000-07:002003-01-15T05:07:55.653-07:00Twelve
Sorry, more Wot SHit, but hey, it rocks. These are famous last lines.
"Hello, Alivia! Remember me? I was your first sul'dam!"
"Excuse me, Teslyn Sedai, are you looking for a Warder?"
"Lord Perrin, are you by any chance married to Lady Berelain, there?"
"What a lovely necklace, Marigan! May I try it on?
"Nicola, can I trust you to keep a secret?"
"Hey, you in the black veils, you The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-874125222003-01-14T04:34:00.000-07:002003-01-14T04:40:34.000-07:00Eleven
For those of you who are not familiar with the Wheel of Time series, these won't make much sense, but for those of you who are will snicker all day.
How many Green Aes Sedai does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Just one, and a Warder to screw with.
How many Whitecloaks does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Fifty-one. One to screw it in and fifty to hunt down the Darkfriend that let The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-873503032003-01-13T05:51:00.000-07:002003-01-13T05:52:04.000-07:00Ten
This is the first of many daily spots that include weapons, either real or imagined.
Mega Power Fist. A "Big Frigger" Power Fist from BeatCo. Considered by many to be the ultimate weapon to use in unarmed combat. This one has upgraded power servos for increased strength. Powered by small energy cells.
The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-872821122003-01-11T17:02:00.000-07:002003-01-11T17:02:07.323-07:00Nine
Okay okay, so I haven't Blogged in a while. Not for lack of trying, honest, it's just that theres this great new game, Age of Mythology, where you can make armies of centaurs and hydras and medusai and KICK THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF YOUR OPPONENT, and, like Robyn says, it's addictive. Plus A takes up a lot of my time, when Im not, ahem, working.
So I took a personality test today. For The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-870013422003-01-06T03:53:00.000-07:002003-01-06T03:53:31.786-07:00Eight
Okay, so here goes. Im supposed to go work out in a bit with Christy (Cal's ex, for those of you who don't know her. She's become somewhat friends with A). I have about half an hour to post, but Ive been working up the steam for this post for a while. But first, TRIVIAL STUFF.
Ever think the Canadian Tire emblem looks like a mutated strawberry. I mean it's all red with that stupid The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-869780292003-01-05T16:16:00.000-07:002003-01-05T16:16:44.553-07:00Seven
Ok, so here we go, Ragefans. I know its been a while since the last duck-post, but there wasn't anything blogworthy happening in my life. So here goes.
Thursday: Asshead Neighbor Strikes again, read all about it. Extree! Extree! So heres the deal. Im downstairs sleeping (taking a nap, about 2200ish) and all of a sudden, there three or four loud bangs right above my head that wakes The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4041682.post-867833902003-01-01T04:25:00.000-07:002003-01-01T04:25:18.520-07:00Six
I am so sick and tired of listening to the news and hearing about those damned anti-war activists. Those fucking cowards do not understand the world we live in. 'Don't attack Iraq' they cry, 'War is bad'. They have no idea. What these wankers need to learn is that war is coming, and that having conventional bomb dropped to remove the nuclear threat is preferable to a massive nuclear The Angry Mallard Duckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088078302871871719noreply@blogger.com0