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posted by Tyler MacFadden 6:48 AM 0 comments [edit]

Monday, July 11, 2011

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had my first memory ordering my own meal in an old fashioned department store. I think it was either Bargain Harold's or a one of a kind local store located in the Cliffside part of Scarborough. The store itself was much like a byway or discount department store but on the left side of the entrance against the far wall there was an old diner counter seating about 8 and a few tables against the front window. This store became a usual spot for me on weekends since it was affordable for any family. I wore out many 10 dollar pairs of shoes from the blue and orange steal square discount bins. Those bins, they almost made up the entire store, and provided an excellent tunneling system to a curious little boy, just looking to get away from his mom. They crammed as many bins together as possible, so I would get lost exploring under them, just daydreaming, pretending to be an explorer or something while my mom shopped on. I suppose one day she had enough and sent me to sit at the diner counter until she was done, and I was given enough money for a donut and told to ask for a glass of water.

There were several men at the counter, mostly all senior citizens who were watching baseball on an old bulb glass television which was right above the seat I chose. Upon ordering a donut and a cold glass of water I was poked on the shoulder by a somewhat familiar old man next to me and was told I should eat a better meal than that. I showed him my money and as a gentleman he offered to buy me a grilled cheese. I of course accepted. Then a man wearing white asked me if I wanted white bread or brown, white, and if I wanted fries or soup, fries, and what I really wanted to drink, a chocolate milkshake. He ripped a piece of paper off his pad and got to work, and the old men asked me questions like if I had a girlfriend and if I liked baseball, and even why I was alone. I reassured them that mom was around, and took a closer look at what everyone else was eating. Some soup, a breakfast plate, a salad perhaps, and what was described to me to be a clubhouse sandwich. Then I first realized I had options, and that maybe next time I would get something else if I pleased.

That first moment of seeing exactly what I wanted finally arrive under my nose completely infected me forever. It didn't matter that the crust wasn't cut off or that the ketchup was warm and not cold. I was totally caught up in being catered to like a king with no argument in return. My spoils; a perfectly crisp grilled cheese fried golden brown on a flattop, with thick cheddar cheese, chunky crispy fries with a soft interior, and an ice cold milkshake all for me. The smell was greasy and perfect, and I devoured it all in no time. When my mom arrived I thanked the old man and said goodbye. That day is always replayed in my head; some old men, and a young kid, just enjoying their meals and having a good time watching our baseball team embarrass themselves.

posted by Justin 4:30 PM 1 comments [edit]

Thursday, June 02, 2011

We've started a podcast!

Check it out

posted by Tyler MacFadden 7:43 PM 0 comments [edit]

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A little something we've been working on

posted by Tyler MacFadden 8:05 AM 0 comments [edit]

Monday, December 06, 2010

I had a dream last night where various people I knew from elementary and high school were having some kind of fighting tournament in the parking lot of a local mall. Since it was close to my house I wandered over to see what all the commotion was about, but then everyone turned on me and attacked me. No matter how many times I punched or kicked these fools they just wouldn't go down and when I woke up it worried me slightly. I should hope that in real life if I was ever accosted by Colin Purkott my right uppercut would be enough to take him down.

posted by Tyler MacFadden 8:17 AM 0 comments [edit]

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

My life... as I know it today... is about to change.

posted by Andrew Myszkowski 7:14 PM 3 comments [edit]

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I've been wondering, would the world would be a better place if some of us just gave our head a shake every now and then? If you don't want your daughter to grow up to be a pretty girl name her Zarghoona.

posted by Justin 4:56 PM 0 comments [edit]

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Is the term "so money" still common parlance in Western society? Having been in Japan for 3 years I'm a bit worried my slang has gotten a bit behind the times. I often feel a bit guilty when I tell one of my students, "Oh yeah, native Americans/Canadians use it all the time" because really, I don't know anymore.

posted by Tyler MacFadden 6:21 AM 2 comments [edit]

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Watching this newest season of Survivor I was left with one question for the girl with the fake leg.

What are you doing putting a sock on your fake foot? Wouldn't it make much more sense to keep one sock packed away nice and dry? Then, when the sock you are wearing on your real foot gets nasty you've got a fresh one ready to go rather than having two crappy socks?

Based on this alone I can tell she won't last. No survival skills.

posted by Tyler MacFadden 6:36 AM 2 comments [edit]

Monday, July 26, 2010

It's common knowledge that silver bullets kill werewolves, but I got to thinking today just how did our ancestors kill werewolves?

The earliest records of guns come from the 1100's, but it wasn't until the 1300's at least when their use became more common. I'm sure there were werewolves prior to the 1100's and I'm sure that people wanted them dead, but just how did they go about it?

Following the silver bullet train of thought one might suspect that any kind of silver weapon could be used. A silver tipped lance to pierce, a mace made from silver to bludgeon or perhaps a morning star to both bludgeon and puncture? The problem with all of these weapons is they require the user to be in relative close proximity to their target. While a bow and arrow might alleviate this problem, firing accurately at night from a distance could provide trouble. Of course these use of all these weapons hinges on the hypothesis that it is silver alone and not the silver BULLET which is necessary to kill a werewolf.

Unfortunately my knowledge of the occult and ways to terminate demons and the like is quite lacking. If a more educated mind than mine could provide some insight it would be most appreciated.

posted by Tyler MacFadden 8:01 AM 1 comments [edit]