Study this man. His name is Sly Grosjean and is a nominee for Canada’s Worst Driver.

Brother-in-law, Fred is concerned that Sly is addicted to his technological driving devices. Sly is a deliveryman and has difficulty with directions. He relies heavily on the GPS on his phone to navigate his way around the city. Because Sly is dependant on driving with new technology, he’s also quick to make sure that nothing is his fault.

I’m rooting for you, Sly. Win this show and justify my road rage!

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This past Tuesday, I had the opportunity to listen to Jessi Cruickshank speak to Lethbridge College students at their new student orientation. So I took it.

Anyway, I only went because she was a MTV hostess, as well as a hot ginger. But then I discovered how cool of a person she is, and how she’s an ambassador for Free the Children. She had some interesting stories about living with families in India and Kenya, such as the time she drank blood straight from a slaughtered goat’s throat.

Basically, I am writing this post to gloat that I met her. Yes, I actually touched her. And haven’t washed my right hand since Tuesday! Oh, and take a look at Free the Children to donate!

With that said, I watch a lot of anime (and not just the tentacle stuff). However, my friends don’t share the same interest so I am relegated to watch my shows in lonely isolation.

I’ve known for quite awhile that the University of Lethbridge has a club called the “Japanese Anime & Manga Society (JAMS),” so for about the last week or so I have been trying to muster some courage and information, with plans to attend one of their meetings.

Tonight was the night, and here’s where I begin my rant…

Their website is horribly out of date. Although it gives the general day, time and location that meetings occur (Mondays, 5:30 in TH204 – subject to change, of course), I emailed them last week to verify if a meeting was indeed scheduled for tonight. Their generic contact never replied. Thanks.

I looked on Facebook and found the JAMS group, which was in even worse disregard. Okay fine, at least it had a real person as a contact that I could message. Except she was their webmaster two years ago and is no longer a member. She was able to tell me that meetings in the past were held at 6PM.

So I took the chance and showed up at TH204 right at 5:30PM. It was empty, so I waited for a bit. I figured that I was early and that the meeting would hopefully start at 6. No one entered that room. There were no signs on the door. Even the ULSU clubs web page proved useless.

After realizing I was wasting my time, I decided to leave the University. I had almost exited Turcotte Hall when something caught my eye through a door window – the end credits to some anime series! Go figure, another room. I stepped inside.

But the reason why I wanted to go to this club was to meet and socialize with people who shared the same interest as me, but instead found a dark room of mostly dudes, all staring at a projection screen. Not one person turned their head to see who walked in. If I wanted to sit in a dark room watching anime, I’d just stay at home and download shows from various bittorrent trackers!

To end my rant, I left pissed off. I found the club, but didn’t care to stay after that.

If you can’t be bothered to keep your website updated and lines of communication open for people who’d be willing to attend, then screw you!

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Lethbridge’s “Operation Red Nose” kicks off November 27th and runs every Thursday, Friday and Saturday up until New Years Eve. So if you plan on celebrating the holidays with drunken enthusiasm, ensure you get home safely by calling 403-320-4155. Or else chance coming home with me.

Operation Red Nose

Lethbridge Herald: Operation Red Nose set to roll

Now you may think I had this planned all along, but it was fate that brought us together! It just so happened that on the day when I got my license back oil changed, she was at Milestone Mazda receiving her prize of a Mazda 3 and signing autographs for small girls and old people.

Tara-Jean, perhaps one day we’ll get to polka. Until then, know that I am always watching you…

You also smell good.