I dont trust men who sleep in their cars

Last night walking home I saw a man sleeping in his car, a decent looking car. We dont live in a shaddy neighborhood and it was almost 4 so I didnt trust him.

When I got home I watched the best infomercial. It was Jack La Lane's juicer. It was nuts. I dont want one but they were just juicing up everything. Pinneapples with the skin on and then weird combos like Zuchini, ginger and apples. Then the host lady tasted each concoction and would go "ummm". Jack brought his senior girlfriend with him too and she would chime in over his shoulder with great suggestions. I have realized the level of complexity and the depth of the act that now goes into these. It was truely fascinating. Seeing Jack at work with his girl also made me second guess my idea of destroying seniors citizen homes in a lottery once a month.

5 Obstructions is an evil wicked movie to see if you are a fan of films. Its a documentary made by Lars von Trier and Jørgen Leth concerning Leth's 1967 short The Perfect Human. Lars challenges Leth to redo the film five times each time with different obstructions. Its just an incredible film. Both men are geniuses and masters of their craft.

I am off to apply for a new job that would be insanely sweet if I got it. I may have to relocate but it would be worth it. I guess there will be a position opening up shortly and I would get to live in the middle of Italy. Time to fake another C.V.

Rest in Peace Terry. Im so sorry I never got to meet you. You were so brave having put on that stoic face each and every day.

A true sign that the apocalypse is NOT upon us yet

In a move that truely shocked me and seemed to steer clear of all rationality BK, home of the whopper released a 700 calorie gargantuan breakfast burger that is ballooning with two eggs, one sausage patty, two American cheese slices three strips of bacon and 47grams of delicious fat all on a bun.

This story has been gaining in media attention with both sides of the disgust/degustation debate weighing in. Personally I am not on the side of this bafoon who said it "should come with a $5-off coupon for your first angioplasty.", for me its like Im saving money cause the burger makes me so excited I dont need my daily blue pill. Wink wink.

So here are what nutrionalist are saying:
"Eating like this is a step on the way to a heart attack, It's irresponsible."
Burger King conterpoints with "it's not irresponsible — it's a choice" and added, "We're about having it your way. The guy who is a Whopper-head will find this appealing." I love how BK labels people Whopper-heads. They must know that no one else uses this lingo because they go on to define a Whopper head: That's a male 16 to 24 years old, the core of which eat fast food 20 times a month.

"The critics will label it food porn," says Sherri Daye Scott, editor of a shitty food magazine, and "Burger King is going 180 degrees away from politically correct food," another moron BK official says. Many young males "like that attitude and couldn't care less about nutrition." They just want to fill up — cheap, and how! just ask Andy Puzder. He's CEO of Hardee's home of the 1,420-calorie Monster Thickburger. One year after the giant burger rolled out, same-store sales at the chain were up more than 7%.

Why would anyone buy such a behemoth burger? That's easy, Puzder says: "Because they're good." I know we also like to hurt ourselves with good. John Puma Mellencamp knew it best when he told me it hurts so good.

Dont forget to send our your prayers to Micheal Jackson before bed tonight. Dont forget all the other suppresed people of the world too cause as he told Rev. Jess Jackson, he is fighting the same racial fight that other black leaders such as Mohamhed Ali and Nelson Mendella had to fight. Yes those two great black leaders and the childmolesting bleached man are all people to be proud of and we should support their plights.

Incompetence galore

I met the most incompotent and borederline retarded woman of my life today. This lady was the worst decision maker in the world. She could not make a choice if her life depended on it, I mean she would not be able to decided which side of the head to be shot in or if a hammer would be better but maybe the hammer would be less efective so perhaps and ax but no a gun would be cleaner but what size of gun.... She was looking for a piece of luggage and she would skirt from a $700 designer handbag to a 70L hiking bag to a laptop-backpack. I spent over 3 agonizing hours with her and watched her as she deliberated over stuff like zippers "Well this one has a charcoal color zipper and this one has a black one" ahhhh, I even took a half an hour break when she was about done and I came back and she was just where I left her. She finally did decided on a bag (30" wheeled duffle) and then looked at alarm clocks and had somebody else make each one's (we have about 7) alarms go off and then redo it to see which one is loudest. Thing is they are all the same basically and we would tell her this but she would still listen to all of them twice, choose a favorite and change it five minutes later. She also brought her dog with her which is fine but she kept letting go of his leash to look at things and the dog would then run around the store or take occasional barking fits. She didnt really seem to notice that its not really polite to have a dog do this in a store, she would laugh and say "Oh Seamus, you silly dog". She ended up spending $700 bones but still she is the worst decision making person I have ever had the misfortune of encoutering and if I ever see someone life her in the store again I will just not help or talk to them.

Nuit Blanche

When I woke up today I was nearly dead. There was a pile of food in front of the tv that I dont remember eating or making, the tv was still on and some dumb french channel was on but not the one that plays Bleu Nuit, and a couple of Molson Cool shot cans were on the floor but I didnt buy them, nor would I ever. Needless to say I was hurting and could not find a doctor in the house to help me or any juice to drink. I was so thirsty that I drank a liter of Coke and then I went out for A&W when I could walk without beeing dizzy and had more cola and then I drank another liter in front of the tv tonight cause nobody made any juice while I was out. Next time Kate leaves for the weekend I am going to make sure she leaves me enough juice for the weekend. Anyway in my quest to kill the dehydration I drank too much coke and now I am caffein and sugar buzzed. It may be a long night of music downloading. My mission tonight is Archers of Loaf associated stuff. I have most of their albums already so here I go....

Six more weeks of easter

Well today I waited all day outside of Jesus' cave and he didnt come out. I guess since he didnt show his head that means another six weeks of easter and six more weeks of dead Jesus.

I was reborn today too after a night of Ol Milwaukees and Jagermeister ,the couch was my womb and the tv was my mother. The first half of the party was great and the second half someone is going to have to fill me in on.

Loretta Lynn versus the TV and why I hate the elderly

This was a week of firsts. I have worn glasses since grade 5 when Conor first called me four eyes but only this morning have I ever stepped into the shower, submerged my head and realized that my glasses still adorned my head. Another less memorable first is that I did not drink during a 'school night" all week. Its a first since the summer but as I write this I am beyond my first drink of the night. Last night was also the first time I saw a man faint and a doctor go to his aid. Kate's parents took us out to dinner (I had an excellent bison steak with broscutti and cream cheese wraps). An elderly gentleman behind us got flushed and his wife was wiping his forehead than boof, he started to go down so Kate's father, the doctor in this case, went over and they moved the table aside and layed him down blah, blah, blah the medics came with the firemen and took him off to the hospital. It was kind of cool though. I asked him if he ever had to do that before and he told us a story once of how he was on a city bus and a youngish man just keeled over and stopped breathing so he emptied the bus and with the driver's consent they comandeered the bus and took it to the emergency room.

The retail job has started tearing away at my soul and I find I have less energy to be angry at things but its just coagulating and building up. I almost kicked an old lady in the teeth today when she tried to treat me like a mindless mongrel. I love how old, haggard has been women who are barely human anymore and who are only wealthy for having done filthy things to husband candidates 35 years ago try to treat me like and ignoramus. I am not afraid to hit a sassy mouth bitch senior no matter what gender and if they keep pushing me they, and their polydent dentures will surely regret it.

Two albums to pirate this week are:
T.V. on the radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (motown meets indie rock)
Loretta Lynn- Van Lear Rose (produced by Jack White)

Concentrated OJ does not make good moonshine

From the smell of fermenting concentrated orange juice I doubt that it would make good alcohol. Last night while I was getting suited up for a soccer game I had an interesting discovery of an stenchous matter of a mustardy-type-consistency all over my clothes in my gym bag. After further inspection and upon finding an empty juice container I figured out that it was in fact concentrated orange juice that had melted and been squished all over my stuff. Later I figured out that it had been there for two weeks and it reeked. I had to soak all my gear overnight and it still kind of smells. I guess now that I had picked up some oj a few weeks ago and forgotten that in there. Luckily I borrowed a pair of indecent short shorts and just played in my street socks. It did not stop me from scorring but I didnt look cool doing it.

Stats of the day found by Kate (is she trying to motivate me ?)
The average man :
sleeps 141 000 hrs in his life
works 86 000 hrs in his life
tv 82 000 hrs in his life
drives 10 000 hrs in his life

I am not the average man though and I think mine would look more like this considering my six months of unemployment and the continuous days withouht leaving my house.

sleeps 200 000 hrs in my life
works 12 000 hrs in my life
reads 82 000 hrs in my life
internet 82 000 hrs in my life
drives 1 000 hrs in my life

Why Jerry-Rigging bandaids is a bad idea...

So I thought I was pretty clever when I made a false tipped bandaid for my finger to type with, well lets say it was a bad idea in hindsight. I had to change the bandages last night and in doing so I got my first real look at my wound and even without the smell its gross. The wrongness started with the hollow tipped bandaid, this tip acted as a blood reservoir that got encapsulated and intermeshed with the severed flesh and thus resulted in a 1.5cm bulbous spear of blood and flesh at my finget tip that is pretty damn eerie. Its not quite a scab, not quite a clump of dried blood, and not quite human. I've been in touch with Believe it or Not but they stopped returning my calls. I know realize that it was not the hollow tip that permitted typing (AWWWW wicked, I am listening to Virgin Radio on Itunes and Paradise City just came on and my shirt just came offff.....Yeahhhh) ah, where was I, oh yeah so in effect it was the nerve-free coagulate that permitted the key strokes. I am not using it anymore needless to say, its still there but its too ungodly to use in any form of good.

I figured out my new job yesterday. After getting my first retail pay check and realizing that it will pay rent, groceries and bills and leave me with an $7 extra a month (2 bottles of Colt 45) I thought long and hard of what to do. Then it hit my on my walk home. I am making $8.25/hr but I am walking home in a $400 jacket, using a $400 Ipod, wearing a $250 pair of hiking boots and $120 extra light quick-dry hiking pants. All I have to do is sell all my stuff and its like I have a great job. Great benifits too, I work my own hours, have 5 weeks vacation a year, etc... I start next week.

If only I were an X-man

Okay seriously the last 2 "boses" I have had either had a lazy eye or were cross-eyed. They are both great people and I get along with them and its probably not their fault that they have weird eyes (unless G-O-D really thought they deserved it) but its really tough to talk to them. Not because its gross, cause its not, I just dont know where to look and I constantly and mentally tasking this out and thus the conersations goes unregistered. Which eye in a lazy eyed person demands the attention, I really dont know?

Digital Blood Lust

In a fit of McGuyveresque inspiration I figured out how to jerry-rig bandaids to make a hollow shell tip for my finger so that I can type with it. It works pretty well but still hurts something aweful when I press a key wrong. I am down to 4 bandaids now to keep the blood in but I still cant wash my hair without Kate's help.
So Im 27 now and I reallize why people later in life shy away or even abhore birthdays now. As a child birthdays are miraculous. The pinnacle of the year only surpassed by Christmas. All your schoolmates know and you have a school birthday, you go home and have a family birthday and then on the weekend you have a McDonalds/bowling/friends birthday party. Its trifold the awesomeness. Then latter it loses its luster a bit but you make up for it by partying hard and getting drunker with each successive year. Now, the day its loathsome actually. Sitting in the luggage section of a retail store at 8:30, waiting for 9 and not having seen a customer in an hour then going home to an empty house and drinking rye alone for an hour can make a person feel pretty shallowe and actually hope that this birthday is the last (I dont want to die next year I just dont want a birthday). Twenty seven, working retail. The day was saved when I was able to drink with others and I also got an Ipod. Actually it was probably the Ipod that stopped me from committing mental suicide and ending my mental life of thoughts. Allah loves the Ipod.

Q: What do all these people have in common?
Jimmi Hendrix
Kurt Cobain
Jannis Joplin
Shannon Hoon
Jim Morrison (I think)

A: All died suspicious/suicidal deaths at 27.

All that blood

I cut the tip of my finger off the other night. It bled like hell and made me nauseous and I can only type with one hand now so I can not vent for a few days but when my finger tip grows back I will have some serious venting to do. Fear not though cause there's a damn hell of a lot that has been pissing me off lately. You know what you are. It took seven bandages before the blood stopped seeping through and half an hour to get them off again.

In the mean time enjoy this Arcade Fire hate mails to a scalper dick:
http://www.pgss.mcgill.ca/phpBB2/viewforum.php?f=5

I figured it all out

Well I finally figured out how retail makes me feel. It was weird cause I hate it but I find it hilarious to be in the position that I am in. I cant believe how it all happened that I am a retail clerk so when I am in there I hate myself but I still really think its hilarious to look at myself from the outside, or as someone else. Its awesome in its own horrible way. So this is the best analogy to how it makes me feel. It feels like I am watching a movie of myself 2 months ago and in this movie I have horrible diarhea in my pants and then I hug a really beautiful woman really close, if it happened to someone else it would be really funny but for me its just awkward and for her its gross. It makes sense to me.

Ticket-Hogs deserves to live in Oprah's bum

Well about 10 minutes ago I wasnt too angry today at anything. My interview with Tennis Canada went surprisingly well and I didnt have to make myself feel like a turd by working at retail, so I was going to just not rant but, but, but Who the Hell do the dick-faced-mother-kissing-dogball-liking-HIV-hopefully getting people think they are for putting $15 dollar concert tickets onsale for over $130/pair on ebay. The Arcade Fire. Montreal band, huge HUGE here. 3 shows 3 nights. Sold out in an hour, all three from what I hear. Their shows are legendary and the venue this time holds 700 so 2100 could feesibly see them. But no, some dickheads have to buy heaps of tickets quickly and not just make an extra buck but rape my wallet if I want to go. The big thing is that the Arcade Fire like to have cool shows and keep the vibe nice and the ticket prices low, hence this quote from a band member who responded to somebody who was not happy about the $20 Toronto show:

"Haven't posted in a while, but the reason for the price is Lees is free to book and most bigger venues are really expensive...we wanted to play somewhere nicer than a big rock club and you wouldn't believe the expenses. Our CD releases was at a church with pews, and you can still stand up and move around...it is hard once you start getting into bigger venues to ballance niceness and cost...It is very easy to be in a situation where you are playing to 2 times as many people and making less money because of costs. oh well..." Win.

These scalpers should be put onstage and scalped Mohican style for this. I am not going to be able to go to the show. I am going to miss it and this piece of cod is going to make a bunch of coin. The last Montreal show was a year ago before they exploded and it was held in a small church and those who saw it say it was a terribly awesome show. Im pissed. Fair?

Fairies on Parade

A noontime start consisting of about 3 liters of beer and a hip flask of screech make for a great st. patricks day parade. Conor and I had ourselves a good hearty breakfast and then hit the parade in full force and eventually made our way up to the front of the crowded streets where we could get some good yelling in and help Kate take pictures. Good floats were rewarded with Wahoos and bad floats were booed. I had to calm Conor down when he started yelling at kids (even if the little boy's flag really did say Future Queens of Canada). Its a pretty wild scene with all the rowdies on the street just drinking (250 000 people there, not all drinking obviously). Cops lets it all go down peacefully between a certain few streets and its weird to walk by cops with two beers in your hands. After the parade the crowd got dispersed into a parking lot close to a street of bars and one bar had a balcony and a wicked snowball fight started up. I got some monster crowd roars when I started sneaking up from the side and lobbing monster snowball bombs up and over. It was hillarious. The cops didnt think so but nobody got in trouble. During a weird one minute interval though walking back from the washroom a girl tried to make out with me (then blew me kisses when I told her I am unavailable) then I got invited and dis-invited to a toga party in a hotel and then had a cop pull out his cuffs right beside me and throw some punk in them. The street party was pretty good, the people were pretty drunk and the action was pretty decent. Saw a dual shirts off street fight too, pretty tough. Not a bad day at all but between consciousness though my day was ruined when fat gut furby took the brier again. Damn him, I hate NS but I still was rooting for them.

R-E-T-A

There is a reason that retail and retarded both start with r-e-t-a, you need to be retarded to work any amount of time at retail. Its painfully boring and unchallenging to the point that four year old children could gainfully be employed by all retailers. I have worked brainless jobs before where you can shut off the mental switch but at most of those at least the work is solitary and there are no dork conversations. With retail I am forced to talk to people I dont want to talk to and I have to be nice to them even. I am not going to take any shit from any jackasses though. If anyone pushes my buttons dont expect any 'customer is always right' philosophy, more of the customer is a knobjob and I will inform him of this philosophy. That would be the only bonus of working a job that you don't care about in the least or need in any way. I work again today from 3-9. That is another good thing. I could get real drunk the night before a shift like that, still be able to sleep in, and still be able to go out after my shift tonight. Too bad retail only pays shit so I can only afford 2.5 beers a week (or 4 low carb beers).

Watched Hitchcock's Strangers on a Train last night. Its quite a good film with many memorable scenes. Its well worth watching and much better than its modern day immitator (is 1987 still modern?)- Throw Mama From the Train. Just be wary from now on of anyone who fills you with drink and tries to film your stunts.

Warp whistle madness

Well I have been playing heaps of Super Mario 3 on original nintendo lately. Its become quite disconscerning. Not the amount that I play but how much better I am now than when I was a kid. I use to be horrible at those linear game play games. I would constantly fall down through the sky or into the lava, I had hand eye co-ordination galor in real life sports but my gaming skills seemed to be void of these powers. But now, now I am pretty damn good at these games. I can kill King Kupa easily and all but the level 8 ships are easily enough beat without a p-wing. Does anybody remember how to activate the statue-teddy bear mario. I still forget. I mostly just nab the two level one warp whistles and good around in the later levels trying to find new things but really arent kids supposed to be better at these games or is it just a reflection on how much time I am alloting to gaming?

Check out the comments for a great yellow pepper/corn salsa recipe I tried yesterday, its pretty sweet.

Tennis anyone?

Bouyakafucka, I got me an interview with Tennis Canada next week for a jr. graphic designer working on the Rogers Cup campaign. They even pay well, if I get this job I will, I dont know, I forget what you are supposed to do when you get a job.

4 More Years, 4 More Years

Kate and I had our 4 year anniversary yesterday. Im not quite sure what its the anniversary of. I think technically I had another girlfriend 4 years ago yesterday but nonetheless, its been roughly 4 years since our lives intertwined. I wish I could remember those times but I like to refer to my last year of university as the rohitnal year. I wasnt dosing ladies though, I didnt want to waste them on anybody but myself. I like to think that that year was really good for me, it got me a great girl after all and I got my best grades. And rohitnal or no rohitnal, nobody remembers anything they learnt in university so I walk away clean.
Last night to celebrate we made Killer Grill Cheesers - good bread, bacon, hungarian salami, Edam, Cheddar and Kraft sliced cheese with a light sauce of Dijon, Worcester and scallions lightly toasted on a pannini machine. All this with a bottle of Champagne and a Leo Decaprio film and you have yourself a grand evening (as long as you actually top it off with cross dressing and mid-evil role play).

Rock&Roll abortions

Had a pretty eventful night last night. I somehow managed to get pregnant and then abort the fetus all within a 3 hour window. It all happened at the Boy Ballz concert. Our favorite band was in town from TO shoutin out to all the hoes in the the hall and making sweaty balls and turning on the crowd. The ballz put on a hillariously sweet show and above any other band I know, these guys can work the smoke box. Next up was the CBC Gangbangs from MTL, they are known for having one of Fubars dudes in it but they should just be known for solid rock and roll. These guys were blasting it out and breaking loose, intense face contorting rock. Their show was so hot I got pregnant. To end the show off all the way from Tokyo the Zoobombs. Japanese rock is one of the most overlooked rocks in the world. The japanese just know how to do everything to the extreme and perfectly overboard, including rock. They just look cool, I want to be in a Japanese fast metal band. The Zoobombs put on a sweet show though, but it had some slow parts but made up for it with wicked tight sonic assaults. I think it was during one of these assaults that I lost the baby. It was worth it though, I willingly trade in that misscariage for an awesome monday night rock fest.
Beaver Ballz out

Heroes and Deniros

My hero of the day is Renaud Braie for their sweet treatment of junk workers. I was helping them do inventory today (counting books basically) and first thing in the morning they had Starbucks coffee and muffins for us. I managed to throw down 3 blacks before actually even having to do anything. Often in these one-day-of-work jobs they treat you like crap and the real employes treat it as a day off and ride y ou all day but they were actually nice and even learnt my name. Shitty thing was in a full day of work I only walk out with $54.

The looser of the day is CTV and etalk daily and Ben-thedouchba- Mulrooney. This was the Etalk internet survey question of the day - Do you like Martha Stewart more now or before she went to prison? What the hell happened to criminals loosing our respect. Isn't jail supposed to tarnish people's reputation. Crimes are bad right? Here is a billionaire who cheated herself into more millions, lies, goes to jail and gets out and is going to still be a bilionaire, they actually suspect that she will profit from all this. Its makes me sick. It makes me want to cheat people out of money or better yet kill somebody famous in a cool-publicity making way and then when I get ouf of jail I in 7 years I will ride my stardom to the top all the while cruising in a ferrari that I made with the profits of my ghost written tell-all celebrity murder story. Commiting crimes isnt wrong anymore I guess as long as it makes publicity and sells air time. If you still like Martha Stewart you are sick.

Where do I see myself in 5 years...

How dare a retail interviewer ask such a question. What really do they expect? To see how convincingly I can lie. I am shortly 27, I have $60 000 worth of education, a +$20 000 loan, I have been a leader at all levels of organizations I have been involved with, I am personable, reliable, and fairly intelligent. I have decided that I am not above working for minimum wage but do not dare ask me in a retail interview for a clothing store where I see myself next week let alone in 5 years.

By the way, since I have no experiene in retail I am being submitted to a four day payed test to see if I can handle it. Gosh I sure do hope I am ready.

New Music Top Nine

Here is my list of favorite new music, well new to me at least and had come out in 2004ish or 2005. Notice I said my favorite and not the best.

1. The Postal Service - Give Up
2. The Arcade Fire - Funeral
3. Interpol - Antics
4. The Weakerthans - Reconstruction site
5. Beulah - Yoko
6. Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
7. The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Giant Robots
8. Brigth Eyes - Digital Ash in a Digital Urn
9. Stars- Set Yourself on Fire

Honorable mention goes out to Beck- Guero, Death From Above 1979, Death Cab for Cutie, Super Furry Animals, and Boy Ballz.

I just downloaded Beck's new album. Its the first time I was able to get a complete album before it hits stores. Its a good one, much better than midnight vultures..

Personal Note to Conor

Conor you are a dick, stop reading this.

Double peace for four boys

If in any doubt still exists in your mind as to the societal discombobulation of our time you need look no further than the unvailed mug of the Thriller. Take a look at the nightly news or hollywood news shows (which are pretty near mirrors of one another anyway) and keep an eye on the Micheal Jackson case. Watch as he descends from his car and throws kisses to his fans, how he autographs his glory and waves to his audience. The modern day monster throws his hands in the air giving the double peace sign and then enters the courtroom. Now remember why he is there. He is being accused of SEXUAL ASSAULT on a kid, a minor, a pre-bupescent, pre-bonered youth, these are pedaphelic charges and he is nonetheless galavanting around as some hero. This is the fellow who graces Walmart wearing a veil, this is a case where covering your head with a coat (or a cape for him maybe) and running encircled by henchmen is the norm. Mike pointed this out and he's right. Its creepy and plus, we know that he is not throwing up the double peace sign, he is placing an order for 4 small boys.

Second sign of society's trangresional nature: today, as I am peddling the streets handing out CVs to minimum wage weekend jobs I thought of Blockbuster so I could at least watch lots of movies. Encouraged as I see they had a sign up for hiring but when I read it I almost puked. They are only hiring junior assistants aged 8-13. I give up.

Trix are for prostitutes

I learned a new magic tric this week. I can magically transform my B.A. into a B.O. Its hard to describe I guess you have to see my BA actually switch into a Bend Over when I apply for stock filling, coffee sales and old lady clothing store retailer to believe it. Believe me though, its pretty sweet.

How to win some self-respect

Well the life of an unemployed man is filled with daily challenges. One of these challenges it to win as many contests as possible. I have taken on a quasi-part-time job of entering contests. I figure all I have to do is win one and its like I have won a week or two's worth of pay. You would be surprised at the amount of contests out there. POM bread has a daily grilled cheese contest where I can win a digital camera and an extra $500 cash if I can name a canadian cheese -oka. Exclaim has monthly prizes for cds, dvds, movies, amplifiers and lots of cool stuff, the local newspapers have weekly movie and show passes and there are a lot of Ipod contests online as well. I am also submitted lots of stuff to design competitions so hopefully I will win the t-shirt or frisbee contest and make some spare benjamins. So far in my life I have been fairly lucky by rollin up the rim to win a mountain bike, I have won lots of cds, I won one free movie pass. I have won lots of beers for Halloween costumes and once I won a pitcher of beer by destroying a limbo contest. I have honestly heard of poeple who earn an above-the-poverty-line life by entering contest. They are wacko fanatics though and I am just a competitive unemployed guy bordering on wacko.