Life is life.

Well I am still recooperating from my small injury. It's becoming realy irratating.I feel very useless because I can't do nearly even a quarter of the things I once did. Though I do get to take oodles of medications that make me oh so happy. In the mean time I have been keeping my self busy by taking on some office work here and there, which is deffinately something different. I'm still not sure if this different is good or bad but at least I'm doing something. I have also recently taken up yoga to try and help with stretching and stuff like that. And I know what your thinking, "But Dave yoga is not the true way of the viking." But that's ok, I've gotten over that, now I'm just trying to get over the creepy candle and six armed budha thing that the instructor has. Everything else is pretty well. I'm not sure yet but I think I'm starting to get along with Leah, the troublesome and confusing girl who is running our program, which is in complete conflict with my whole ideal that women are evil. Heh I'm not sexest or anything but the math speaks for itself.

Women require time and money.
Women=time*money
We all know time is money.
time=money
So
Women=money*money=money^2
And we know money is the root of all evil
Money=evil^1/2
Therefore by substitution.
women=(evil^1/2)^2

WOMEN=EVIL

shocking isn't it.

Naaaaaachoooooooooo!

Eventhough I'm in the middle of a mexican wretling headlock quintet, I'm pretty sure I'm winning. Look at those arms, they're so beefy. mmmmm... beef.

Blahhhh, it's only a meare flesh wound!

Yes, yes I know i was supposed to be doing more postings on this blog and I was supposed to redisign it, but as of late I have been overcome by an injury. Yes me! to be done in by a meare back injury is unspeakable but it has happened. But I have been taking oodles of drugs so I should be back to my usual raping and pillaging self in no time. In the mean time I have locked my self away as a way of protecting my self against large predators, like bears and massive mythical birds of the kind, so as to keep myself safe in my weakened state.

Life in a nutshell. I hate nuts!

So the last few weeks have definately been interesting to say the least. Where I was once surrounded by people I love and growing very comfortable in the life I had to being thrown on to a seemingly deserted island, known as Pender Island, where it is a rarety to find many inhabitants under the age of 60. As much as this place first frightened and appauled me I am finding that I'm enjoying it more as I continue to rape and pillage the countryside. Ah... The sweet satisfaction of being a vicking.