The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I've been watching old muppet show reruns lately. I found this sometime ago, but always forgot to mention it: http://www.muppetcentral.com/cards/parody.shtml
Here are my 2 favourites. Click on a thumbnail to get a bigger pic (in another window):
Oh, and for those of you who might want it, here's another IM icon:
*sigh* My headache finally abated, and I had a great lunch with Hyde_grrl. Felt good to laugh, especially after the morning from hell I had this morning. We started talking about Lavalife, and she told me that she hadn't seen my profile in a while, so I figured I'd revamp it a bit. It's expanded under the cut. I'd like your feedback on it, before I put it online. Be honest now :)
Lavalife Profile
It's been a while since this profile was written, so I thought I'd dust it off. First and foremost, I'm looking to meet a friend. So far, my LL experience has been positive, in that I've met a few people that became very good friends. I'm still looking for someone to go beyond friendship with though.
I'm a jeans & T-shirt kind of guy who's looking to meet someone fairly down to earth to share in the simple joys of life: a good meal, beautiful music, cuddling on the couch watching a movie and sleeping in on weekends. Music is a passion in my life, so you enjoy as broad a musical palette as I do (jazz, classical, classic rock, oldies, pop, gregorian chant, electronica, heavy metal, and whatever else tickles my fancy at the moment).
It takes me a bit of time to open up to new people I meet, though I enjoy a good conversation. I've been told I'm a good listener. I'm also fairly direct and I mean what I say. I'm attracted by intelligence, curiosity and humour. In the hands of the right person, it's a combination that can have me laughing until it hurts and keep me up until the wee hours of the morning.
So what am I looking for? Like you, I'm looking for someone special. I want us to be so comfortable around each other that we can give in to the silliness that sometimes needs to be let loose. I want to be able to lose myself in your eyes and see the kind, passionate woman that you are. These things won't happen overnight, but I'm willing to take all the time in the world. Good things come to those who wait.
If you're still reading, here are some mundane facts about myself. I have a master's degree in biochemistry and a degree in computer science. I currently work as a software developer for a bioinformatics consulting firm. The weirdest thing I've ever done was going to work in my pyjamas and I have way too many books (I average one paperback a week). I'm perfectly bilingual (je suis francophone).
So, if you're curious, please feel free to say hello.
(Copenhagen, Denmark-AP) Some sex ed goes a little too far, even for open-minded Danes. The Danish government is pulling the plug on C-D-ROM's intended for ninth-graders.
The computer programs had information about threesomes, bestiality and partners relieving themselves on each other while having sex. Distribution of 60-thousand discs was supposed to start next week. The nation's health minister says the questionable information had nothing to do with the intended purpose of educating young people about birth control.
So Conan O'Brien is in Toronto and having a ball. Triumph the insult dog is tagging along. This made the news this morning:
Living down to his four-word moniker, Triumph paid a visit to Quebec and promptly insulted any French Canadian in sight. Insulted? That doesn't cover it.
“You're French and Canadian so you're obnoxious and dull,” Triumph informed one older man. Boasting of his ability to spot the French, he said one guy looked “superior.” To his girlfriend: “I can smell your crotch from here.”
One poor soul shot Triumph a menacing once-over. He wandered away thoroughly disgusted by the lack of French coming from the unilingual shock-dog.
“You're in North America,” Triumph shouted. “Learn the language!”
One bewildered man was asked if the Canadian health care system had provisions for “personality implants.” Yet another, a rotund fellow who seemed to be a separatist, was told: “Maybe you should try separating yourself from donuts first.”
The very angry pooch then took it upon himself to rename certain streets, throwing up quaint Euro-style signs inscribed with words such as, “Rue des Pussies,” “C Dion Sucks,” and “Eat Me Frenchie.”
If the Official Languages Commissioner found it necessary to launch an investigation into Don Cherry, they may well issue a fatwa on Triumph. The dog's virulent assault made Cherry's hockey visor rant seem like a Mary Poppins song about raindrops and kittens.
teehee. Original link: http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&c=Article&cid=1076627413776&call_pageid=968867495754&col=969483191630