the cardinal number equal to 18 + 1

today, while i was eating a ham sandwich, sitting on the third floor of the construction site i am currently working at, i saw a man maybe in his early thirties wearing a french-like hat and had a moustache, walk into a parking meter. he was pretty short too, so the meter smoked him in the chin. he was actually in a lot of pain, then a lady, who looked to be in her mid to late forties walked by and laughed at him. true story. i did not make that up. that was not baloni. i did though make up the story i told about billybob newmarket. none of it was true. well some of it was true but most of it was not. i'm sorry, it didn't happen. for those looking up billybob newmarket on 411.ca i'm sorry that you haven't found him. and that i have led you down a path that was all for not. since i can't live with telling untrue information, what actually happend was this: i was sitting on the three like i always do minding my own buisness, then i feel asleep. i dreamed my encounter with billybob and woke up thinking that would make a great blog. so i wrote about it. for those of you wondering, in my dream billybob knew my name because i had my name written with a sharpie on my lunch box.

age of majority in quebec

yes, my blog is now eighteen, i can't believe it's all grown up. established. matured. accomplished. but this post will have nothing to do with being eighteen, the sens losing, me working, or belts. this weblog is fully dedicated to the one and only billybob newmarket (if there is another one i am sorry). i met billybob about three hours and eighteen minutes ago, but already he has taken a special place in my heart. i was sitting on the three (a local bus) as i always do on my way home from work, with my massive lunch box and my tool box, hoping that a cute girl would sit next to me. but today no cute girl sat next to me (three days ago a cute girl sat next to me). but a man who looked to be maybe in his early fourties sat next to me, i had never met him before, he sat down and we made typical awkward bus eye contact, and i turned and looked out with window and kept listening to my music, (gorliaz- feel good inc. for those keeping score), he nudged me and asked me, " are you the matthieu foreman who has a blog named the basement and used to be named the oval office?" i said, "yes i am." a little taken back. then he went on to tell me that he loves my blog and is a little upset at me because i haven't posted in over a week. so i told him that i will write a blog tonight, all about our encounter, i got his name and he said that he didn't mind the lack of editing. so billybob newmarket this one's for you.

seofontne

i'm listening to classical music right now and my goodness is it taking me on an emotional roller-coaster, like le monstre at l'aronde. but there are few things that take me on wild emotional rollercoasters like classical music, infact i am a fairly stoic individual. but i thought i would list some of the things that take me on wild emotional rollercoasters in hopes to discover that i am not the only one who is emotional in these areas of life. first of all, watching baseball, i find that when the bluejays win i am very very happy and when the bluejays lose, i am incredibly irritable. it is also the same for the sens; that means that tonight with them both playing, i'm either going to be really really happy, or really really sad, or both. also, trying to remove a stripped screw, that just sucks. having forgotten to put cologne or deoderent on. seeing someone not wearing a belt when they are wearing dress pants. playing golf. gettings slashed while playing ball hockey. seeing a cop while driving; even if i am not speeding or doing anything illigal i get terrified and feel like a scared little school girl. once a few years ago when msn was not working one night, i was so angry i broke my mouse. these are just a few things that pull at my heart, there may be one or two more but these are the biggest, the most prevelent things that draw my emotions, but i think that some of you should share what gets you going if it is the same things as me or if maybe you sail to a different wind.

sweet sixteen

i am back in ottawa for the summer now. but the joy of being home has been overshaddowed by the sorrow of my latest discovery. a discovery in which i wish is not true but all strong men must face reality. it is that macdonalds no longer has mcdeal meals. tears. in the past five days i have been to mcdonalds six times; that is a lot, i know, and my stomach hurts because of it, infact i just got back from there now. i was there with my sister anne. (anne you made my blog, happy birthday). macdonalds has replaced their mcdeal meals with what i can only discribe as we-want-to-be-like-wendies-menu. now for those of you who go to mcdonalds on a regular basis, or are considered as super-size-me would cal;l heavy users. you might be a lot put out. because the daily mcdeal meals were the greatest things macdonalds has done since the invention of the big mac: big extra mondays, big mac tuesdays, mcchicken wednsdays, and so on. if you are one of the many who only go to macdonalds on tuesday for the big mac you will be very upset, because it will no longer cost you 4.27 with tax, but over six dollars. first mcdonalds jumps on the deli sandwich wagon, next they want to be like wendies with there super value little bugers menu. has macdonalds forgotten the power of the golden arches, that they were the best, the biggest fast food resturant in the world, the american icon. this is as i have said before a sad and desperate time. but my question for all of you is what will macdonalds copy next. will they start, like coffee time a flip to win contest, or will they start getting rid of frills to get lower prices. will they give ronald a red belt to match his shoes or have justin timberlake write a song about them, oh wait they did that. who knows though the possiblities are endless. we already know they will copy anyone. so if you have any ideas of how to make it more obvious that mcdonalds is copying other companies let us know. this blog was written under the influence of a big extra, jimmy hendrix and c.s. lewis's the problem of pain.