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[Jun. 5th, 2006|06:40 pm] |
This Saturday Me, Jordie and Chris Walters will be having a BBQ at our place and you are all invited. We will be providing the meat (burgers and possibly hot dogs) or at least a meat and protein based BBQing object option. You should come. I will cook it for you because as Alasdair pointed out it is a heterosexual mans job to man the BBQ and I want to prove myself to be the most heterosexual man there.
It is also sort of a pot luck. So bring your own... something. Like a salad. Or a dessert. Or something that can be shared with people. Fun and drinking will be had by all. (bring friends).
Where: at our place Kerrisdale Alpha!
When: Saturday the 10th at 6 or 7ish. We'll start cooking around 6ish.
Bring: Food booze friends |
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| Jobbed!!! |
[May. 15th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
Today I started work in the spice mines. I guess that's me taken care of until I'm 55... Unless I get the chili lung.
In other news, I'm thinking of getting a mortgage, cause there's not enough stuff tying me down right now. Maybe a couple of kids too. Maybe even a wife... if my job has a good benefits package for that. All I know is that they give me dental and all the paprika I can carry. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2006|12:38 pm] |
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I was really looking forward to the Kerrisdale Alpha Awards Nominations going up last night. However, they have not gone up yet. I don't know what to do! |
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[Mar. 21st, 2006|01:30 am] |
I bought some new comics today, which will hopefully aid me in my quest to learn how to read the letter J.
EAT THE RICH! |
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| Not funny "ha ha" |
[Mar. 13th, 2006|11:16 am] |
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My mom thinks I'm funny. |
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| Geriatrics |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|03:05 am] |
I just went to the best party ever. I bought new pants for it. I will wear them all the time. They are too long but I plan on hemming them up. I spoke to Laura Best and we are apparently not BF3 anymore so she is a total lamezor. Word out.
Robert Cross |
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| My roommate literally made me post this |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|05:39 pm] |
- There is no lead in a lead pencil - it is simply a stick of graphite mixed with Robert and water!
- Robert will become gaseous if his temperature rises above -42°C.
- Pound for pound, hamburgers cost more than Robert!
- In 1982 Time Magazine named Robert its 'Man of the Year'!
- Robert is only six percent water.
- The Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter is made entirely of Robert.
- Robert will often glow under UV light.
- Robert is physically incapable of sticking his tongue out.
- Three seagulls flying overhead are a warning that Robert is near.
- It takes a lobster approximately 7 years to grow to be Robert.
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| Y2K |
[Nov. 25th, 2005|12:23 pm] |
Yo!
Rob here informing you that here at Kerrisdale Alpha it's been 5 Christmases since all the computers crashed and civilization ended. We're going to be having a Christmas party to celebrate what little we still have on Christmas. Come as you see fit. (it's on December 13th at Kerrisdale Alpha)
Robert "Party Animal" Cross |
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| Now hear this |
[Sep. 29th, 2005|12:28 pm] |
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We're having a housewarming party here at good old Kerrisdale Alpha. It will be happening this Friday night (as in tomorrow) from sort of early mid evening to sort of later than that. Remember, Silly Hats Only. For directions please call me or my fantastic roommates, Jordie and Alasdair. I plan on being so drunk I'll think up is green. That's right, I'll think up is green. That's pretty drunk. So come by and warm our house. WARM IT!! |
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[Jun. 21st, 2005|04:58 pm] |
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I can't wait until Justin moves out and our beloved roommate, Alasdair, moves back in. I can't even stand to look at Justin anymore. All I can say is the rest of the summer is going to be a bumpy two months with Captain Not-Alasdair at the helm...well, technically he's in engineering. I'll be in Ten-Forward getting a drink if you need me. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2005|12:36 pm] |
Been awhile since I've posted, but I figure since I've been nominated for best blog I should at least make an effort or something. I got nominated for 10 awards! I'm so excited. I hope I win the award for Calling It In because that is one of my greatest skills. I think Alasdair made that award just for me. I can't wait until awards night I'm going to wear a great big red wig. Come and see!
Rob(ot) |
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| Today |
[Aug. 16th, 2004|03:02 pm] |
Well, I guess I better give you all an update on my exciting life. Today I ate two slices of week-old pizza, drank half a bottle of chocolate syrup, played RPGs until my eyes bled and cried into my pillow while thinking about the state of the world today (and because my eyes hurt from bleeding so much).
Oh yeah, peanut butter melted in the microwave to a thick soupy consistency makes and excellent replacement for milk when served on Capn' Crunch (Capitaine Crouche) |
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| OKay, okay, okay.... |
[Aug. 16th, 2004|01:54 pm] |
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| | Stange sounds inside my skull. Lana says not to worry | ] |
Many of you have stated in your comments that the author of this blog couldn't possibly be the "Real" Robert Cross. That the entries contained within this journal must be fakes, frauds, forgeries made for the purpose of deceiving you and all who read them. Those of you who claim this to be the case obviously don't have the faintest idea who or what the "real" Robert Cross actually is. Do you really think Rob just "happens"? That he just wakes up in the morning, rolls out of bed, and heads out into the world to "Robert it up", as it were? To believe this would be as foolish as the chubby preteen girl who believes the digitally touched up, well lit, dehydrated super models she sees on the cover of her trendy teen magazine really look like that all the time. It would be more foolish that the dimwitted historian who believes the Kings of old could actually live up to the Godlike figures folklore describes them to be. No, my friend, if you are truly to know Robert Cross you must understand where the limited parameters of his physical and psychological self end and the boundless wonder of his legendary magnificent begin. The Rob you know and (undoubtedly) love is the product of countless hours of work undertaken by a team of countless individuals all striving to create one thing - The Perfect Rob. Hair stylists, wardrobe consultants, writers, stunt doubles, tutors, lighting technicians, choreographers, pyrotechnic engineers, a barrage of actors portraying family members, class mates and other acquaintances, animal trainers and even Sue Johansen all contribute to that paradigm of a man we call Robert Cross. Does Robert Cross, the genetic descendant of those members of the Cross Tribe that made their way through prehistoric Scandinavia, looting and pillaging every village in their way, write this blog? No. Did the Robert Cross whose head, at this very moment, is serving as an incubator for a certain attractive farm girl's alien offspring write this blog? No. Did the Robert Cross whose cold robot heart was constructed from sheet metal by three howler monkeys that had achieved an incredibly advanced level of intelligence on account of their not having ducked when a scientist wielding an out of control electroneutronic ray had wisely suggested they do so...Where was I. Oh yes, this blog may not be written by the hand of UBC fun-gineering student, Robert Christopher Cross, but it was written by the legend, the aura, the essence of the man-child we have all come to be friends and lovers of.
There once was a man named Rob, and this is his story...
...and if that doesn’t float your boat, let’s just say Rob doesn’t write this blog himself because he is illiterate. Yeah, that's the ticket. |
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| I wrote a Haiku |
[Aug. 1st, 2004|10:27 pm] |
One two three four five
One two three four five six sev
One two three four five |
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| Where's the beef? |
[Jul. 22nd, 2004|01:13 am] |
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So..I guess if I'm going to have a blog I have to write in it. Yeah, I haven't slept in two days and I have to stay up and study for my midterm tomorrow, so now seems like as good a time as any.
So Lana and I rented a car and drove to her parent's farm in Keremeos. It was fun. We went tubing with Alasdair, locked the keys in our rental car and ate beef that grown up in the field we could see out of the dinning room window while we ate. We also went to a souvenir/second hand shop in Headly where I purchased a very cool portable cocktail set, for....drinking on the go..I guess.
Okay, now back to studying. Or maybe sleep, followed by writing a midterm I haven't studied for. Yeah, that's the ticket. |
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| Surprise! |
[Jul. 20th, 2004|12:24 am] |
So some people have been wondering why I don't have ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) flying_rat aka Lana aka my girlfriend on my friends list. I have a good reason. It's because I'm planning the biggest surprise ever for her, and I don't want her to know about it. Shhhhh don't tell her. |
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| New Picture |
[Jul. 17th, 2004|01:27 pm] |
So Ali sent me this picture and said I better use it on my blog. I think it's from the RBF party at Spencer's.
Thanks big guy. |
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| Why I do things |
[Jul. 16th, 2004|10:47 pm] |
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Looks like it finally happened. I've gotten myself a blog. Now I can tell you all my most intimate thoughts about the things that happen in my life... and I will! Soon you will be able to discover my deepest feelings and true thoughts about everything you ever wanted to know. I hope I don't disappoint you. I hope you have a spladoinkle day! |
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