CanadianGuitarist

You're both right. Yes, DVD recorders function almost identically to any VCR, and just because I can, I agree with Raza: Under 100 bones from Wal*mart, easily. With my whoring out of the way, see what you can find in PVR's, which for my money, are infinitely more efficient than DVD recorders.

I was just thinking about that the other day. I wouldn't quite consider it as hinting at the Hart reunion, as Bret was still a face, and it was about a 3 month difference between Bret saving Bulldog and his heel turn.

Is that a ferret on your lap? If the answer is yes, then 'what happened to your dog?'

Anyone else think the Backstabber at the attempt was a botch and not an Umaga no-sell? I really liked the Main Event, Booker's segment, and WWE Idol, which were all I saw. Booker's intensity was awesome, and it was really good ring psychology to hear him go from Regal to "What's your problem?" Anything on Crush? And what's this about Hall and Oates?

What happened to your dog?

One night? No. Until Hardy comes back? Yes. I don't mind it, it makes me think Armando might make an appearance or two.

Home and Garden?

By the way, when was this thing my brother kept saying about Woody Austin breaking a putter over his head a few years ago? He first mentioned it during the US Open, and I never really looked into it any further, but they did mention something about it on Sportsnet on Saturday...My bro estimated it to be 94 or 95, which doesn't seem as likely, as 95 was his rookie year. I can't say I'm all that surprised, he was borderline catty during his press conference Saturday.

Though he doesn't really deserve it, I marked the fuck out over the news that Gary Player has selected Mike Weir to represent the Internationals at Royal Montreal, along with fellow lefty (shout-out!) Nick O'Hern. Nicklaus picked Lucas Glover, and Hunter Mahan, who I'm surprised didn't make it on his own, via his last month six weeks of play. My brother and I had all but given up on Mike after the last three weeks. To illustrate my point: The mother of my nephew pretty well fucked off in the middle of the night out east two weeks ago. My brother, not known for his technological prowess, had been using my Facebook to try and track her down. I had no problem with giving him my password (which was based on Mike Weir), but he began getting drunk and insulting her, swearing at her via email, etc. When I told him to stop this on the grounds this whole thing could wind up in court, he said "You should probably change your password". I said "It's going to be that much of a problem?" he said "No, Mike is just shit". Yesterday afternoon, we got together and while watching the golf, he asked me how Weir and Ames were doing, at which point he further suggested I change it. I know that's the kind of tale that could wind up in a Czech signature or something, but I just found it interesting that someone as patriotic as my bro might lose faith over an icon that way.

I've never heard anyone say that. If you meant "believe you me", you're spot on, that pisses me off too.

I saw the headline on TGC's website, but didn't read the article. Crybaby. I've continued on a tradition that started a few years ago, that my dad had always tried to get going but never did: Watching Caddyshack the Sunday of the PGA. I know the dialogue by heart, but I'm still sitting here giggling my ass off.

Is a fucking genius. His signatures/avatars are routinely, well, not genius, but god damned awesome. Discuss. I'm really interested in Milky's take on this.

Underrated gimmick, but he was no Eddie Winslow. I can't remember anything Bartok did, except bicker with PBone. Pbone gets the nod, but that's not a knock on Bartok.

I like those commercials way more than anyone should. They have a bunch of them on YouTube, too, that I've never seen on TV before. It's great! I'm the same way, and so is my grandfather, as I learned during the Jays-Yankees series early this week. Let's not analyse. IT TURNS OUT, by the way, that he actually said the uncle was eaten whilst in Trindad & Tobago, not Jamaica. My native rule applies, but I impressed that upon my brother yesterday, and he didn't care, but did say he liked those commercials as well. You may, in effect, be off the hook.

Just because it's retardedly good, I'll re-submit my beer chili: Fry up a pound of ground beef and drain it. Throw it in a slow cooker. While the beef is frying, fry up some sausages, and, when they're done, mince them, so they're the same texture and size as the beef. (Maple Leaf pre-cooked sausages also work very well.) Also add them to the slow cooker, then add the following: One can kidney beans, one can tomato sauce, one can tomato soup, one packet of chili powder, one cup bbq sauce, one cup buffalo-wing hot sauce, and (trust me on this, don't use the full bottle) half a bottle of beer. Stir like hell and let it slow-cook for about 8 hours. Edit: I hate tomatoes, but a lot seem to like the diced tomatoes in their chili. My stepdad swears by a squirt of syrup in the mix as well. Fuck around as you like, but the half-beer is what makes this great.

Sportsnet has been playing up the 99 PGA, in which Weir was paired with Eldrick, and shot an 80. They're calling for (paraphrased) "Ames to play well, after all he is a Players Championship winner, and Weir was a rookie. But Tiger wins going away." Nine-and-eight kind of looms, and that's not even factoring in that Tiger's up by 3. Three's a mountain to climb on Sunday for anyone in second, let alone with Tiger in the lead. My over/under time is 5:52 when Jim Nantz calls "Lucky Number 13 for Tiger!"

Good call. Why didn't they ever get over? The smarks ate em up, but the only thing I ever remember them doing was turning heel after Furnas' car accident. Still, with that much talent, they could, would, and should have gotten over, right?

Fuckin Tiger.

Fun fact, Treble! That commercial is inaccurate. His uncle could not have been eaten by an alligator in Jamaica. Only two countries in the world have native alligators: The US and China. I learned some interesting shit researching this thread

A friend of mine got into that with her now ex-fiancee. I went along with it for a lot longer than I should have, just out of guilt to her. The fact that she made a point to tell me about her new venture while I was drunk in a bar kind of tipped me off. Vector sounds awfully familiar, I'm not sure why. The salesman job was vacuum cleaners, billing themselves as CleanAirCanada or something.

One was a door-to-door salesman job in 2003, in college. I had a flat tire on my way to a demo, so when they called me with my next lead about an hour later, I asked if there was anything in town, as I couldn't really take my car on the highway until I got a new tire. (By the way, I did go the demo when I got the flat tire. I parked a block away, did the demo, and then put a donut on). They told me to come in the next morning and let me go. The fact that this company hired 100 people on Monday, trained them on Tuesday and Wednesday, and had 65 people simultaneously walk out Thursday on the second-last day of training, and have only 6 people show up Friday, makes me think I wasn't getting let go from anything too special. Two was about two months prior, also in college. Telemarketing. I pride myself on having a good work ethic, but I sucked at this, and my attitude had a lot to do with it. I missed a few shifts, including a Friday. Missing them was frowned upon, but not all bad if you made it up the Saturday, which I did in this case. But I knew I was just about done missing three shifts in four weeks, so when a customer on the phone started yelling at me, I let him have it. I don't even remember what I said, but I do recall saying something along the lines of "I'm just a college kid, this is not my job for life, I don't care about the product or you". Three was about a month ago. I got hired at Gibby's, a mom and pop electronics store on June 3. My plan was to quit the paper I worked at, which was getting a little awful. Think Office Space. They also wanted me to leave Wal*Mart, which I loved. I said I didn't want to, but fine, the pay justified it. After two weeks notice to the paper and Wal*Mart, I was there full time, and I got a call on July 5 (Thursday night, which due to scheduling, was akin to my Sunday night), that since business was down and I was the newest and least agressive, I had to go. This one rankled me quite a bit, because I knew I was good at my job at Wal*Mart (both electronics/sales), I was told training would be anywhere from 2-6 weeks (I had been there in full exactly two weeks), but most of all, that they had me quit both my jobs to be laid off after two. Fortunately, Wal*Mart was happy to take me back without any questions, and my dad since has got me a job with him driving a bread truck, but I'll be staying at Wal*Mart just out of loyalty for a little while.

Tied with Westwood in the clubhouse at -3, but Graeme Storm has taken the lead at -4. Cabrera's in some hot water at the par 3 fifth. Flies the green OB on his tee shot. Doesn't declare a provisional, and hits another tee shot. Same thing. Puts his fifth on the green, but it rolls back in the drink. His pitch from about 25 yards out takes off, and he has 30 feet or so for eight. (EIGHT!). Since his putt was pretty close to where his first and second shots landed, he calls an official over to ask about a ruling (and he's still arguing it now), but nothing comes of it. Misses putt for his 8, and his nine lips out. David Feherty made an awful pun with "I know he's Spanish, but the French would say a neuf is enough", prompting Bill Macatee to bite his tongue by saying "Neuf is nine in French, for those of you"....

It's obviously early, but I'm intrigued by the group at 3-under, currently leading: Monty, Garcia, and Rich Beem.

He's an infinitely better poster than I am. Notice his versatility in the sports folder, and his far fewer drunken posts. This raises a question: Do you notice avatars more than signatures?

Darryl Katz's bid to buy the Oil has been turned down.