Hey folks. I have an exciting announcement today. In recent months I have become increasingly aware of the fact that my blog is a little bit cluttered and random. I feel that this blog should be primarily focused on music, art and life. That being said, I really enjoy posting about cooking and sharing recipes. So today I am announcing my new cooking blog wademackskitchen.wordpress.com. I will still be linking to all of my recipes from this blog, but everyone should head over there and check it out.
This is a photo of me taken by my cousin and good bud JD at our latest jam session last Sunday. JD plays drums and he’s kind enough to sit in as me and a bass player named Adam start to work on my next musical endeavor. More info to come in the near future…
Today I was visiting a local tax establishment to get my tax return completed. When filling out the paperwork I couldn’t for the life of me remember the date. I asked the gentlemen what the date was. He replied “February 29th, my Wife’s birthday. We always remember to celebrate because she only gets one every four years”.
I was taken aback. I had never thought of the predicament of someone being born on February 29th. I will admit I thought about it most of the day. I had questions that needed to be answered, so I decided to do some reading.
Do people who were born on leap days celebrate a birthday every year?
Apparently some will celebrate on March 1st, or February 28th. Some will celebrate only on actual leap years.
What about the legality of the situation? When does said “Leapling” reach the age of majority?
It of course varies by country. Some laws state February 28th, some state March 1st. I couldn’t locate anything on my specific country which is Canada, but I’m sure I could with a little more time put into it.
Is someone who was born on February 29th, 1952 60 years old, or 15 years old?
Technically they are 21,916 years old. 21,916/365= 60.04 years. So technically speaking they are 60 years old. This is also true legally speaking. Technically they are celebrating their “15th birthday” though.
A while ago I stumbled upon (or was shown, I can’t quite remember) an website by the name of Garfield minus Garfield. Now if you’re like me, you always read Garfield when flipping through the news paper. In fact I rarely read any of the other strips. As a kid I had a few of Jim Davis’s Garfield books on my shelf, and always enjoyed reading them. However, I will admit that as I grew older my mind began to numb to much of the humour in your average everyday Garfield strip. This site has reignited the passion that I once had for this comic strip and you should all check it out!
Quite an accurate description is already provided on the main page of the site and I choose not to paraphrase:
Garfield Minus Garfield is a site dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle. It is a journey deep into the mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb.
It is quite an interesting premise. Jon Arbuckle is already a pretty depressing character who spends most of his days confiding in his pets. With the pets and other characters taken out of the picture we begin to really understand Mr. Arbuckle, and perhaps we see a little bit of ourselves in those lonely eyes. It’s both disturbing and comforting at the same time. Comforting in the fact that we are not alone.
This site is genius. It reminds us that the human mind can be a vulnerable thing, and all of us could end up in the same state as Mr. Arbuckle. If we can’t laugh at our own vulnerabilities, then what can we laugh at?
Netflix became available in Canada in September of 2010. At that time I was excited to see what it had to offer, so I subscribed fairly quickly after that. The pickings were slim at first, but they were enough to keep me going for a couple of months before I ended my subscription.
Just a little while ago I decided to give Netflix another try, and was pleasantly surprised with the selection. There are many excellent films and TV series available for viewing, and I think I’ll continue to subscribe to the service. What I like about Netflix is the fact that there are a number of truly excellent films I end up watching that I probably would never have come across elsewhere. It’s worth the small monthly charge for that reason alone.
Cashback is the 2007 debut feature film from director Sean Ellis. The plot centers around a Ben Willis (Sean Biggerstaff) an art student who is dealing with a recent breakup. As a result of the breakup Ben develops a case of insomnia which prevents him from getting any sleep at all. Ben decides to use his new-found free time to take up a night shift at his local Sainsbury’s (a British supermarket). His egotistical “big fish, small pond” boss and classic slacker co-workers add to this film’s quirkiness and lightness. Ben soon discovers that he has a unique ability to freeze and restart time although the film leaves the actual technicalities of this purposefully vague. This allows Ben’s art to flourish and he soon develops a new love interest in the form of Sharon (Emilia fox).
The film is light, quirky and intelligent. It does take a little while to get into it, but once you do you’re hooked. The cinematography is stunning, and the acting is convincing. It was quite enjoyable to watch. I give it an 8/10 and highly recommend that all of you watch it.
This will be my first real post on this blog in a while. The truth is, I needed to clear my mind. I wasn’t getting the same enjoyment out of posting and I needed a break.
These past few months I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I’ve gone through a lot of changes in my life. I switched jobs, I’ve become more social,I’ve gotten a much-needed haircut, I’ve carefully examined my past and above all I’ve set goals. Goals are something I’ve always struggled with in everything I do. Even in my music I’ve often sought after instant gratification and it’s held me back. I’ve always approached much of life in that way. If I couldn’t accomplish something quickly and easily, than it wasn’t worth trying. It may have taken some words of encouragement from a friend and a little counseling, but I now realize that I’ll never be happy living in limbo, and I can’t rely on other people to create or provide that happiness for me.
Goals are the most important thing in life. Learning how to make them has been one of the hardest things I’ve done. I’ve struggled with my fear of setting out to accomplish something and then realizing I want something different. The bottom line is that goals aren’t static, they are dynamic. They can change and adapt to me as I myself change and adapt as a human being.
I’ve set a few goals over the last little bit. Some of them concern my music, some my finance and others my personal life. Above all I finally decided what I want to do education wise. Six years from graduating high school I have finally completed my first college application and it feels great.
Sometimes you just have to get your feet wet.
This blog has been on hiatus lately, but I got a friendly comment from a chap named Rodney today. It was so pleasant and thoughtful that I thought I’d write him a response. Here you go Rodney
Original Post: https://wademack.wordpress.com/2011/07/06/miracle-whip-wtf-is-this/
Rodney’s friendly comment:
You poor baby…. Miracle Whip instead of real mayo.. Ahh…. I bet you used to play barbies with your 1st blood cousin while you were fucking her in the ass, too, right? You’re a scrawny little bastard, I can tell, and I would love nothing more than to rn your ass over with my police car you queer.
I usually don’t approve comments as ignorant and petty as your’s. I don’t think your comment deserves to be dignified with a response, but I’m going to give you one anyway. Why, you ask? Because I thought that my readers would get a kick out of your gross misuse of a keyboard and internet connection.
I bet you used to bully other kids on the playground, push them around etc. You didn’t like kids that were different, and God forbid one of those kids was a minority. The truth is, you were the one that was different in your Hulk Hogan sweat suit and greasy mullet. Both given to you by your chain-smoking, alcoholic, drug addicted Mother. Maybe if you had taken a bath more than once a week as a kid, you wouldn’t have been such an outcast. You would spend your days sitting on the dirty tobacco and whiskey stained carpet waiting for your next beating.
I can make false assumptions and broad generalizations too. However, even if any of that were true I wouldn’t feel bad for you. You’re a horrible person. The kind that makes me sick to my stomach. I sincerely hope you’re not a police officer, or in any position of authority for that matter. You’re a backwards, homophobic asshole that natural selection forgot.
You go ahead and eat your Miracle Whip, I don’t give two flying fucks. This article is a joke, kind of like your brain. I’m surprised you can read, let alone use a computer.
Fuck you Rodney.
Here I am again taking some pictures with my Spotmatic. Here are a few that I like from a roll of Fujifilm Superia 200 that I shot around Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island.
I have given in to the whole twitter thing. Keep up to date with what’s going on in my life, and let me know what kinds of things you’d like to see on my blog. Follow me: @wade_mack