Bonds hit #715 today. Finally. Although he's now #2 on the all-time homerun list, it's not exactly a happy day for me. It has nothing to do with Barry's steroids accusations clouding the record. In fact, Barry is one of my top 3 favorite players (the other two will remain nameless because I don't want people stealing them from me during my fantasy auctions). The worst part about today's homerun is the fact that the guy who caught it was buying beer and peanuts at a concession stand for himself and his wife. His wife made him buy her peanuts while she waited at her seat. All I got to say is that if my wife made me buy her peanuts while Barry was coming up to bat, she should expect some divorce paperwork from me the next day. And I know what you're saying. "Allan, what if your wife has a medical condition where she can only survive on salted peanuts, and will die if you don't buy them?" Well, that's her fault for not carrying around any extra peanuts. No way in hell I'm going to miss #715 for a bag of peanuts for my wife. But I can't believe this sucker got the peanuts and the #715 homerun baseball. He can buy 500,000 bags of peanuts with the money that will come from the ball (or if you use ballpark prices, 100,000 bags). Now if my wife were Kate Hudson, that'd be a different story. If she wanted a jar of fresh goat's milk and an ice cream cake topped with wild berries from the Amazon, I'd be out of the stadium in a second.

I saw X-Men 3 with the church gang on Friday. It wasn't too bad, but if you're one of those nerdish diehard X-Men fans who knows all the attributes, heights, superpowers, and every little detail about the X-Men comics, I guess you might have your gripes. I thought the dialogue and cinematography was excellent, and the screenplay was extremely well done. Ok, that's all a bunch of crap, I was just there for Famke Janssen.

Anybody want to go watch Snakes On A Plane when it comes out? Possibly the dumbest movie ever that will break the $400 million dollar mark at the box office.

I just spent the last hour and a half cleaning my room. I found a lot of things from my past that I haven't noticed before. I'd like to share with you the following items and thoughts of mine through these photos:


I found this old Crown in my drawer. CBC used to give these out, but I don't remember ever getting them or using them. This might be my brother's. But it's vintage CBC.


Someone took a picture of me at Math Camp in 1998 and gave it to me. As you can see, I look stunned from this secret photo. The significance of this photo: its about the only time you'll ever see me in shorts.


This is my favorite book growing up as a kid. I'm sure my brother read it too. It's a classic. I'm going to read this to my kids, and my kids will read it to their kids, and so on. Mothers and fathers, do your child a favor and purchase this book, now.





For some reason, I had this weird fascination with taking the tv guide cover and drawing people on them. The guy in the first one looks like Pat Morita, even though I wasn't trying to draw him. The sad thing about this was that it's really not that long ago that I drew these.


I found an old diary of mine from the second grade (1992). I'm pretty impressed with my complex ideas and logical train of thought for such a young child. If you can't see it clearly, this entry from Sept 14, 1992 says "I lost my tooth. I got some new thing. I ate pizza for dinner. I drew some things. I got some cards. I got 5.00 dollars. My brother showed me some things." That last sentence really makes you wonder.


I found this Alf comic on my table. It has no real relevance to anything. I just thought it was cool.

Every once in a while, I actually go back to my journal and read my entries. I have to call it a journal because calling it a diary makes me seem less manly. But I do keep one, because I didn't realize it at the time, but writing is the only way to get all your feelings out in the open. I rarely write in it, maybe 2-3 times a year. You end up writing things you didn't know existed in you, and it's kind of scary sometimes. That's why I probably write on this website so much. I think going back to read old entries in my journal is good because it shows how much progress you've made and how much stuff you've gotten though. However, in other ways, it might actually show how much you've regressed or stayed stagnant in certain areas in your life. The honesty in the journal is also sometimes hard to bear because it leaves you with a lot of regrets; sometimes regretting that you spent so much time fretting over a certain person or event, or regretting that you didn't spend enough time with that person or time in your life. Uncle Rico was right, I wish I could go back in time, with all the knowledge I know now.