13
Jul

You Know You’re From Canadian When

Yesterday I had to go to the mall to pick up a couple things. As I was traversing the crowded main drag, I peered into each of the stores I passed curiously. Everything seemed to be normal for a Saturday afternoon at the mall, until I came upon The Source (an electronics store for those of you that hail from unCanada). When my eyes hit the store, I knew that something special was going on. The store was absolutely packed. Not just ‘There’s A Badass Sale Going On’ packed, but ‘THEY’RE GIVING AWAY FREE SHIT’ packed. Naturally, I scooted in there to see what all the fuss was about, and to possibly get my hands on some of this free merch that was being given out.

I squeezed through the mass of people, trying to make my way into the center of the store. After I pushed past a couple people, I realized that they were all looking in one direction. That’s weird, I thought to myself. It was as if they were all being hypnotized by some kind of swinging pocket-watch hanging on the wall. Having nothing better to do, I found a gap in the people and looked at the wall to see what everyone thought was so damn interesting.

Everyone was watching the football game on the biggest plasma screen in the store. The Roughriders versus the Wildcats. I was absolutely ecstatic. Not only were these people diehard Rider fans, but they had probably separated themselves from their own family to watch the game in the middle of an electronics store. It was at this point where I felt an immense bubble of pride and warmth swell up inside of me. I don’t know exactly why, but standing in The Source watching a CFL game with 40 other total strangers felt like the epitome of being Canadian.

The Riders won too, which made it even better.

10
Jul

You Should Be Ashamed, ‘The Source’ employee

Today I was at the mall, and while my sisters were shoe shopping, I decided to skip on over to The Source to see if they had a cheap Bluetooth dongle for my laptop. I read an instructable detailing how one could go about connecting their Wiimote to their Bluetooth enabled computer, and I thought it would be awesome to play NES ROMs with. So, I stroll happily into the store and begin browsing through all the gadgets and doodads hanging on the walls. Soon, I was joined by a seemingly friendly and intelligent gentleman. He asked me what I was looking for, and I replied ‘a USB Bluetooth dongle’. He looked at me quizzically, so I assumed that he had not heard of the term dongle before. No worries, I thought, it’s a weird word, and the only place I had heard it was on the Internet. I did my best to explain to him with a different vocabulary what I was looking for, but still he seemed confused. Finally, he asked ‘What do you plan on using this with?’ I briefly told him how I wanted to connect my Wiimote to my laptop to use it as a wireless controller.

It was like I hit him with a 2×4 made of pure ridiculousness.

He gave a little chuckle, and replied ‘Well that’s really not possible. You see, the Wii Remote is designed to be played with the Wii as a game controller. You cannot control a game on your computer with a controller made for the Wii.’

At this point, I was getting a little bit annoyed, but did my best to keep it down. It was perfectly normal for people not to know that this such operation is possible, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and did my best to ignore the fact that he was wrong. I then tried to explain to him that Wiimote aside, I needed a piece of equipment that would allow my laptop to communicate with other Bluetooth devices, such as my phone. He seemed to take this question a little bit better, but I was amazed for a second time when he replied with the following answer:

‘Well, you see, Bluetooth only works when you have two devices that can interact with each other. Bluetooth is a wireless technology that allows…’

I was confused. I had stated that my phone had Bluetooth, and once I had my said dongle, so would my laptop, therefore proving by his explanation that it would be possible. Then, he started telling me the Wikipedia definition of Bluetooth technology.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m too much of a jerk to just let it go, but I just couldn’t believe that this man, employed at a fairly respectable electronics store, did not know what a USB Bluetooth adapter was, and that a laptop could be connected to a phone using said technology. If you apply to work at an electronics store, doesn’t that mean you have to have some sort of background/interest in electronics, gadgets, and a basic know-how of technology?

It simply blew my mind. I walked out of that store feeling severely disappointed. Ten crisp Canadian dollars bets that the Bluetooth dongle was in that store, and I could have found it if it wasn’t for my sisters telling me I was taking too long.

 

09
Jul

Best Of White Ninja #7

AAAcompressed fart

No words can even describe the hilarity. The last frame’s humour and wit is conveyed perfectly by the drawing.

Compressed farts!? C’mon, no matter how mature you are, that’s still funny as shit.

 

07
Jul

Fence, Tall Tree, Red Toyota

When I’m bored, I like to browse through pictures on Facebook and tag inanimate objects.

06
Jul

Something I’ve Always Wanted To Do

I’ve always thought it would be fucking cool to be caught in this situation:

You’re walking down the street all by yourself, and are coming toward an intersection. You look one way, you don’t see anyone coming, so you cross the street. Right then, seemingly out of nowhere, a car comes racing at you from the other direction. You can barely turn your head to see what’s happening before it’s almost at you. You have less than a second to react; what do you do?

The ultimate solution for this problem would be to hop onto the hood of the car, jump off the windshield, watch as the car passes underneath, land safely on the sidewalk behind it, and just keep walking like nothing happened.

If someone was to see this happen, they would instantly think that you are the coolest cat in town, and that you have some impressive ninja evasion skills. I wish someday that someone will try and slaughter me vehicularly so I can put my idea to motion.

his form is ALL wrong...