The time has come the walrus said to think of many things
Of ceiling tiles falling off, of food at J and T's
But while he stood and talk of these, I thought it a bummer
I went off, and left that place and moved away to cummer.
So I am finally embarking on the journey that most people take in their second year. I am moving off campus. My future home is at Cummer. And I am excited to go there.
In the last month I have been given the oppertunity to experience a TV show called: Alias.
This show is about spies. They cheat, lie, trick, double cross, shot each other, yell alot, turn tables, cover things up, use cool gadgets, talk about things that I don't understand and pretty much have some of the cheesiest moments in television history. Now if you can look past these cheesy moments and actually just take them as good times, then you will have good times.
The show is built around some very interesting characters.
Marshall- a side character, Marshall is the tech guy. He's awkward. He's funny. He's awkwardly funny. He's my favorite character.
Ultimately I enjoy the show. I'm only at about season 4 episode 5. I'm still interested. Thats good.
P the P
I have a friend who has a blog. But this blog isn't created to tell you about his day, or to make a joke or two. His blog tells a story.
Early 2005 Mike Hamilton wrote the "Survivor Blog." The reality
show blog. It was great. I was a character... People I knew were characters... people I didn't know were characters. It was all organized in his head and he wrote it out for us every weeks. It was amazing.
Now Mike's latest project, Robbers and Cops, is a new reality game and it is fun to read. There are robbers, there are cops and there are private eyes. I'm a private eye and its pretty much fun to read.
I even have a funny story to go along with this. Last January I was at Emanuel Bible College for a conference on Student Publications. At the reception following, I was cracking jokes and letting the whole world know I liked cheese and crackers. Then this guy came up to me and said "Are you Patrick Sutherland PI?" Now I looked at the man for a second trying to guess what he was talking about and eventually my blank stare told him I wasn't sure what he meant. He responded "From Cops and Robbers online." And in that moment I realised I was a celebrity. I was being recknized for my loose affiliation to a blog that a friend of mine writes. It was pretty funny. I shook the guy's hand, gave him my autograph and got in my limosine (more specifically Lewis' car).
Anyways here's to you Mike Hamilton and your Reality blogging. I look forward to Survivor 2.
If you are interested in Mike's Blogs Cops and Robbers (which is still going on) can be found at robbersandcops.blogspot.com
and Survivor Hamilton can be found at survivorhamilton.blogspot.com
P the P
No one mourns the Weekend and as mine begins this very day, Thursday Oct 19th, I embark into a stellar production of Wicked.
This musical is a replay of the story of the wicked witch of the west (Elphaba) and Glinda the good witch. It focuses on the adventure of 
I'm pretty excited. It will be entertaining and as I prepare to embark on this Musical story I can't wait to see it all.
And for those of you who hate witches... oops.
P the P
Much to my shagrin I have been asked to complete my post on my room. I imagine three straight posts dedicated to my room is a little much but the Triology I have now created can be titled:
The Lord of my Things Trilogy
The Space Wars Trilogy
The Back to the Furniture Trilogy
The Evil Bed Trilogy
The Unhomey Trinity
Or Finally...
The Matrice Trilogy
Either way here are the objects requested and one new member to the room.
1) the White Board- Though not white, it features a dynamic silver quality found only at Canadian Tire. Upon it these days is a lovely drawing of Captain Will the Pirate. It resides above my van seat and is a welcome addition to the room.
2) Overly Large Photo of Janet- Dropped off at my house in the late of evening the day she left, this 8 by 10 sits somewhere in the room... I can't quite remember but here is a photograph of it last time I saw it....
3) The New Guy- While not a guy, this plant is my best friend and the perfect roomate.
Well thus completes the epic trilogy of my room. I would like to note that Janet and Will complained because these parts of the room featured them and well I'd do the same for you.
P the P
This isn't just a rant against the amassing internet cult known as "My Space" (ironically just another form of Blog type community)
But low and behold I have rearranged my space aka my room. This move has created a fun-shway environment capable of entertaining all men and women (note the invitation).
Now for the new layout:
1. The Closet- Now acessable to all humans. It now has a hat on its shelf.
2. Stacked Desks- I have stacked the desks and have stacked the deck in my favor for space.
3. Van Seat- Now located in a 'near the door' location. Its nice to talk to people as they walk by.
4. Bookshlef- Still shelving books.
5. Bed- No Change
6. Abnormally long Dresser- Stylishly tucked away where no one will see it.
7. TV stand- The TV stands here on wheels now capable of moving anywhere in the room
8. The guitar- Ah Ah Ah Ah Standing Alive
This is my new room. Love it. Drop in. Maybe even say hi.
P the P
I love ambiguos things.
The title above misleads you all so well that I can hardly wait to tell you the secret of the title. This reflection is infact on the topic of having a single room.
I entered this barren wasteland that is considered a dorm room to find more space then imaginable. It was beautiful. No roomate. No restriction. It was wonderful. I think I heard angels singing but that may have just been music blaring from Kentie's room.
Now on the topic of roomates let me clarify. I have had marvelous experiences with roomates. Longard, Thompson and Micah were all individuals that stood to make my day brighter. But in the long run I enjoy my space as much as the next man so I dished out the cash to get that freedom.
And with this new found freedom I have laid out the room in the manner most befitting a single room...
THE DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION
This weekend I began playing the game Dance Dance Revolution. The games purpose is to step on the proper dance pad at the right time... I think the concept of me doing this is funny enough to make this blog halarious. So Dance.
In attempts to create many a blog I have destroyed three whole posts... one on "Boxed Sets," one on "Missing" and this one... My desktop failed me many times and frankly my energy is waning...
But now in the midst of my studying I am presented with many opertunities to read... so I present to you:
Pat's Reading List Fall 2006
Critical Thinking- This book argues for the sake of arguement. Talks about talking and sets up even the most unless individual to make a point. It is a required text for my critical reasoning class.
A Canticle for Leibowitz- A post-apocalyptic world where all written knowledge has been destroyed except for loose fragments here and there. Now society is being reborn within this realm. Includes a character named 'Brother Pat.' Worth my time and yours.
Law and Religous Freedom in Canada- Goes hand in hand with the course "Law and Religion' and sounds about as boring as my last post.
Garfield at Large- Not a typical university book but foundational in my life none the less.
The Brothers Karamazov- A book about a disfunctional family that is deeply involved in a court case/murder mystery. It's the 90s version of "Arrested Developement"... more or less.
1 Corithians: a Commentary- its a commentary on 1 Corinthians.
The Bible- Useful for life, the inspired word of God, a textbook but not a textbook, this is the key text of my... life and so makes it onto the reading list for today.
This is a brief look at my current reading list. I would also recommend balancing these with a healthy balance of House, Futurama, Corner Gas and Smallville.
Patman the Pat
I have an insite to share with the world about this site. I like to think of myself as funny, sometimes even witty. And frankly I like to use this place as a healthy outlet for that twisted part of me. In efforts to this I post pictures, like this,
which although isn't really that funny will in the oddity of the moment will make us all laugh. (or atleast my crossed fingers will be pressing for that)
Anyways, humor is infact, a fiticious, not real, and maybe even sarcastic punch at the events of my day, history, television or just anything I deem funny. So in conclusion I will leave you with this disclaimer...
WARNING! WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS PRETTY MUCH A JOKE! SURE EVERY JOKE HAS VEILED LAYERS OF TRUTH BEHIND THEM, BUT UNLESS YOU HAVE A B.A. IN 'PAT'HOLOGY THEN YOU"LL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIGURE OUT THE TRUTH FROM THE HUMOR ANYWAYS. SO JUST ENJOY THE RIDE. LAUGH, CRY AND JUST ENJOY YOURSELF OR FIND THE LATEST IN CELEBRITY GOSSIP TO AMUSE YOU.
P the P
(Note: this very post is also humor. See its funny cause its overstating the drastically obvious. Well now that I explained the joke its not as funny. Well I still think it's funny. Maybe you do too I don't really know cause I'm just writing this now. Well this rant surly isn't helping the validity of the humor in this blog and in an effort to make it funnier I may have very well gone on too long right here. Well, forget everything I said. Well not the stuff above, the stuff here in the bottom... yeh, ok)
Over the summer my grace and charm inspired the hearts of women everywhere to swoon. But even more specifically two women. But at this point I'm left questioning: How do I explain this properly?
Lets start at the beginning...
Pix (Janet)- Known for a long while, this poor girl had no choice but to fall for me. She was the assistant director in charge of females and had to... no longed to work beside me every single day. As the summer progressed and I began to school her in slaps, fooseball, ping pong and any other gaming type event she couldn't help but see the brilliance that is me. My name even appears on her blog 1.7 times per post.
Midge (Rebecca)- This girl has been falling for me for about a year now. She worked at camp last summer and let me tell you she's got it bad. She would sit and lose at scrabble again and again. The poor girl so madly in love with me took the defeat again and again and again (I could go on but I won't). This summer she back for youth camp cause she heard I was programming (with Pix)... shes a jealous girl so she came to watch out for me. But the plan backfired and she just fell for me more. Its just too bad.
Needless to say I had some fun making fun of them and eventually they retaliated with a song... Now I'm not the type to post an entire song so I'll just let you in on a line or two...
"You... be my Rubix, baby!"
"... you know it all!"
"We looked at him... we winked... a very big grin..."
"Rubix, you've got me..."
In conclusion I would like to apologize to these girl for turning them down... you'll find someone some day...
Patman the Pat
Waldo was his name... It was brilliant.
Imagine this scene. You enter camp a young teenager 14-18. You have been to camp many times before and frankly you think you know the drill. Someone runs the program while you enjoy the ride. But this year its a new guy, Waldo, and, well, he's a jerk. He pushes people around, makes fun of everyone, takes away all the awsome and fun traditions that you have come to love and is just striving to ruin everything about your week.
The evening progresses and you try to make the best of it. But suddenly at campfire the light black out and when they return Waldo is gone... I enter half an hour later to tell you Waldo is dead and its your job to figure out who did it.
Surprise surprise it wasn't me but, boy, was I responcible.
Youth Camp 2006: Where's Waldo? He's dead!
Patman the Pat: Deluxe
It was beautiful rainy day as I departed camp for four days rest in the distant land of Nova Scotia. I arrived at home and back my bags and slept briefly. I arose tired but will I was about to embark on a journey that would set my heart ablaze.
The plane ride to Toronto was normal. I did however discover that I have a deep deep passion for Dad's Oatmeal cookies.
I sat in the airport for a good 5 hours. I watched the movie the great escape. Turns out... It wasn't that great after all. But it was entertaining. I would like to redub the film "The Entertaining Attempt to Escape and I Guess Some of them Make It" But apparently it was based on a true story so I will choose to no longer make fun of it.
I arrived in Halifax and tried with all my might to find my friend head and shoulders above the rest. And eventually there he was, Andrew Thompson.
The reason for the journey was to witness Andrew and Sarah get married. I was fortunate and honored to serve as MC for their wedding. So, Andrew arrived in Halifax to pick me up. We drove to Truro remembering our old friends, past adventures and something about a missing cow. It was good. Friends destined to laugh, share and grow, we headed to my hotel.
My hotel room was fit for four but only for me. I was happily alone in this kingdom. Andrew called his lady friend and I ate my dinner.
Shortly after this brief stop we arrived at the home of the Sampsons. Sarah came running out. Andrew went running. I tried to find some way around them into her house. But to no avail I stood there ruining there first moment in months. Soon though, other came out and built a path for me. Inside I talked with other old friends and eventually the power went out. (It seems to be following me)
The next day I awoke bright and early at Three in the afternoon. Work had taken its toll and I was taking it back. I had a quick dinner and went to rehearsal. I entered in the back door and found myself face first with the bride and groom to be and felt a little out of place. But I was welcomed by a smile and soon the rehearsal was over.
We went to the after party and I ran to the room without the crowd and lost at a game of scrabble. The power did not go out this time but my passion for Scrabble did. I serenaded the ladies still preparing things the night before wedding and eventually went to my hotel and slept.
I awoke in time to shave, dress and eat. I went to the wedding and was amazed at the beauty and strength of the service and the two people I couldn't be happier for.
It was a wonderful evening. I cracked jokes, ate good food, experienced strange dancing rituals. It was marvelous. I would like to note at this point I sat with Andrew and his two brothers: James and Troy. And I gotta tell you that if you think one Thompson is funny... Try three. I could have died, it was so funny.
In the end I saw my sister Jen and returned to camp.
It was a great time, with great friends and I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Congratulations Andrew and Sarah Thompson.
(I will incorperate images at a different date since I am having no luck with them now)
Pat the Patman
For the past week or so I have taken the journey of not shaving. Needless to say it was itchy, annoying and grew in little spurts here and there. It was not the full beard that all men love to have. In fact I would go as far as to say it was not the 'in' thing to do. Having said that, I have learned a thing or two about beards that I would love to share with the world.
Numero Uno: Beards are a commodity. It may come as a surprise to you but women cannot grow beards, or rather they choose not to grow beards. I personally have heard the legend of a 'bearded lady' whom roams the forests of British Columbia but I think that may just be a tourist trap. Now as I was saying, beards are a commodity. Even the youth here at camp looked at me with awe as I struted about with my semi-manly, half-hearted beard. It was great. And, for your information, all women found me utterly repulsive. Score one for the big guy. (thumbs up)
Number Two: Misquitoes don't touch beards. As all other areas of my body were sucked dry of blood, I found it nice and relaxing to have my lower facial area not effected by the vampires.
Three: Beards save time. And time is money, so do it. No, really, I saved like five minutes a day and that times 7 is almost entire episode of House. It was sweet.
Now at this point you may be wondering: "Why would Pat blog about beards? That is a really boring topic. I mean what is he thinking. He's an idiot." But folks the mundane and beardly things of this world are more interesting than: Janet.
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(I would like to note at this point that Janet spent the entire time that I blogged this trying to get me to write it about her. I have achieved this mission.)
