So I decided that if I should ever return to the blogger world it would have to be with a bang. Ya know, somethin' snazzy to show that the cub can still run with the pack....or some other simpler metaphor. So I'm moving out in February. Expect some posts after that point concerning how i like to cook eggs, and the joy of fresh towels from the laundry machine. Until then I leave you with the inspiration for my first short film called either "52 Easy Pieces" or "Poetic Pick-up." Probably the latter since I just came up with it, and it is far classier. Enjoy.
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
Monday, December 05, 2005
Psych students have all the fun....
So.
My freak post has been inspired by a life awakening moment. I have no idea what the hell I am doing, and why I cannot function as a student. In 10.5 hours I have a mid-term that I have not started studying for, which I am also not doing that well in. Film Theory. Today I tried to struggle through the last bit of readings on Neo-Realism and Mass Distraction but I still didn't make it. I have 2 articles left that the Prof told us to know well, and ALL of my review to go.
Lately I've decided that I'm becoming lazier as a student or I'm becoming psychic. More and more am I able to sit down a week before a deadline and go, "well i finish reading this but then ill procrastinate all that day, and then get nothing done that day then leave that til the night of and sort of screw myself over on that." And guess what! It happens! I have a midterm at noon, and a take home due at 6pm. Having not finished the take home, I will now cease writing and begin cramming for Film Theory. Then I will run home and finish this fucking paper. It will be handed in late leaving me at a grand total of 3 out of 8 papers handed in on time. If only someone could tell me why. I mean, after tomorrow all of my exams and what not would be literally finished and yet, still nothing. I've probably written more here than I have for my paper.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Did I not learn anything from last year?
Will I learn anything from this?
No.
word count.
Why?
Not right. can't start. no will.
not enough notes. too many pages.
word count.
stretch. fill. reiterate. bullshit.
my future. her future. their future.
below the class median.
loner in the back.
smug. arrogant. sarcastic. mock.
mock.
mock.
everyone else is weird.
this is me. why cant I be me?
why cant I be happy?
could I just be good?
cant decide.
not up to me.
THEM.
i hate. i fear. i hide. i run.
i like movies.
the theater is dark.
i can hide. i can escape.
My freak post has been inspired by a life awakening moment. I have no idea what the hell I am doing, and why I cannot function as a student. In 10.5 hours I have a mid-term that I have not started studying for, which I am also not doing that well in. Film Theory. Today I tried to struggle through the last bit of readings on Neo-Realism and Mass Distraction but I still didn't make it. I have 2 articles left that the Prof told us to know well, and ALL of my review to go.
Lately I've decided that I'm becoming lazier as a student or I'm becoming psychic. More and more am I able to sit down a week before a deadline and go, "well i finish reading this but then ill procrastinate all that day, and then get nothing done that day then leave that til the night of and sort of screw myself over on that." And guess what! It happens! I have a midterm at noon, and a take home due at 6pm. Having not finished the take home, I will now cease writing and begin cramming for Film Theory. Then I will run home and finish this fucking paper. It will be handed in late leaving me at a grand total of 3 out of 8 papers handed in on time. If only someone could tell me why. I mean, after tomorrow all of my exams and what not would be literally finished and yet, still nothing. I've probably written more here than I have for my paper.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Did I not learn anything from last year?
Will I learn anything from this?
No.
word count.
Why?
Not right. can't start. no will.
not enough notes. too many pages.
word count.
stretch. fill. reiterate. bullshit.
my future. her future. their future.
below the class median.
loner in the back.
smug. arrogant. sarcastic. mock.
mock.
mock.
everyone else is weird.
this is me. why cant I be me?
why cant I be happy?
could I just be good?
cant decide.
not up to me.
THEM.
i hate. i fear. i hide. i run.
i like movies.
the theater is dark.
i can hide. i can escape.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Procrastination 101
It's 4:35am. It's been a long time since I can remember being up this late and being COMPLETELY AWAKE! My last week up trying to stay up late every night to write essays has completely destroyed my body clock. I know feel more comfortable in the wee hours of the morning than in the sunlight. I'm currently finishing off a late paper on the switch from non-narrative films to the introduction of the old silent movies. It's fun and all but I'm still plagued by my curiosity over the function of university. I consider it a tremendous flaw that no matter what you choose to study, your "knowledge" is based upon the task of memorization (which is fine by me) and your ability as a writer. I cannot write, nor do I enjoy it. What bugs me is that U of T offers classes, as many other universities do, to improve your writing skill and prepare you for the world as an actual writer...as a profession. Me on the other hand don't wanna write shit. I would be much more happy locked away in some basement of a library sorting through dusty shelves of old films about canadian woodchucks or trying to classify the bizarre world that is the avant-garde. If I need to share my thoughts with others as part of my profession through written means, I will look for employment elsewhere. I am sick and tired of having my career, my future and my character based upon how well I can link two damn paragraphs together with a magical sentence that allows any person outside of my field, the ability to follow my arguments with ease. If you are outside of my field, why would i give a crap what you think. I would much rather have physical chemists telling me that they don't understand my paper because of an endless spew of terms instead of how poorly i introduced my main argument. And while this all goes on, I want to do nothing remove myself from the world through my constant struggle with the electric guitar, my new found love of Spongebob and my continuing love of Pink Floyd, which has now escalated due to my viewing of The Director's Cut of Live at Pompeii. Their choice of playing for themselves amidst the ruins and their fanatical obsession with giving the most accurate, and engaging performance has me at a loss for words at why I am sitting in classrooms and not out in the world making my mark. Or at the very least, doing something that gives me moral satisfaction and ultimate joy. For now, it is my portal. Take me away, Roger.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Enrole or Die! Like the old NES games!!!!
In exactly 98 minutes I will be enrolling into my courses for my second year of Universitay. Last year I had my mom do it while I was at work. This year I, yet again, have the day off so I've been preparing all day. I was on top of the game and all my courses were laid out nicely. I'm really excited about a few of them and I'm pleased that they're mostly half courses. None of that year long bullshit that almost killed me last year.
The Pros:
The Pros:
- I'm home in case anything terrible happens
- I get to blare Alice Cooper out onto the street while I enrole
- I finally got to eat Burger King's Omelette Sandwich for breakfast AND LUNCH!
- A Science Fiction Literature Course that to my knowledge contains 2001. YEAH!
- A small possibility where people will only ask me to read books and not have to read about cultures or societies and there downfalls or uprisings.
- I finally had the time and patience to shave off my chin shrub.
The Cons: (Here we go)
- My sci fi course is on at the exact time and day as an intro to mythology class and a intro to philosphy class. how could all 3 of these classes be scheduled for the same Thursday at 6-9. I suppose they want to divide the coolness up and not let me hog it all. Pricks! Seperate them or Die!
- I am now in a pickle for classes
- WHOPPER - I failed to choose my major or specialist in film before this enrolling debaucle, so there is a very strong chance that I cannot get into any of my film classes. The same goes for a shakespeare class I wanted. FUCK ALMIGHTY!!!!! Oh well, I've already gone through the emotional trauma while I watched "Dude, Where's the Party?"
- The sunburn on my neck is starting to peel.
- Having shaved off the chin shrub, the hair on top of my head looks REALLY poofy now.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
That Cup of Coffee Burns....Down There.
I'm sure some, if not all, have heard of what is now dubbed, the "Hot Coffee Fiasco." The Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas game was given a Mature 17+ rating due to the violence and the drugs and the killing and the hitting of old ladies with golf clubs. Now it seems that a portion of the game never meant to have been included in the final edition has surfaced.
In the Game, your character, Carl Johnson or CJ, goes around the numerous cities on a criminal spree of orgasmic proportions. Along his journeys CJ encounters specific women that he may date. Some are found as a result of missions, some are found at random in parks doing yoga. You show up at the girls' houses to pick them up, then take them on a date consisting of either dinner, dancing, a drive or for some of the girls drive-bys. When the date is over you drive her home and if you have made enough progression with the girl, she will you ask you if you want to come in for....(GASP)...coffee.
The screen then switches to a canted shot of the front of the house and proceeds to pan and tilt to it's...delight. Ah yes, while moaning and groaning can be heard from within. CJ would then appear at the front door, a point would appear under "Number of Times Scored" in the stats section, and the game would continue.
It is a fairly unexciting event and most of the time I often reply negatively to the sex because it is such a time consumer. However, it seems that Rockstar Games "originallly" intended for the horizontal shuffle to be a little more explicit. You would see the characters in the pixelated nude. You would have the choice of changing positions and camera angles while setting the pace. Your progress would have been measured on the side of the screen by a status bar labeled "Excitement."
Having completed the game and tossing it aside like a used kleenex so that I may continue my learning with the guitar, I never heard about this until I read the article on the FRONT PAGE OF THE STAR. How embarassing. The article gave me the dirt and preached how everyone thinks this is disgusting and filthy and unsuitable for a child or teenager and that all copies should be destroyed.
First off, this is ridiculous. Who cares. I am extremely upset about this because if no one told me about it, I might not have been able to obtain a 100% completion status in the game.
Secondly, the rating was pushed from a Mature 17+ to an Adults Only 18+. This changes the legal buying age by one year. ONE YEAR. For some people it will take them a full year to beat the game. I had to play at least 2 hours a day for 3 weeks and I was lucky enough to finish most missions on my first attempt.
Third, those who have been saying this is unsuitable and that parents should be worried about there children......WHO IN THERE RIGHT MIND WOULD HAVE GIVEN THIS GAME TO A CHILD IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!? I believe that some teenagers can handle this game without a problem. Experienced gamers who start playing in there 5s and 6s develop that wall of disbelief early and are heavily fortified by 12 or 13. Goldeneye and Perfect Dark for N64 are being given to small children so obviously the violence and killing is not a problem and if a teen is not aware of the notion of a hooker, why go looking. Keep punching that cop, son.
Lastly, since the game now holds a "pornographic rating," Best Buy and Walmart have pulled the game from the shelves, enforcing their zero tolerance policy to the distribution of adult material. Good for them I guess. But what about those millions of copies already sold?
The Star ripped into the game and the developers for making such filth available to young minds. But for some obscure reason they published a photo of the game (just CJ standing beside a car), with the words "HOT COFFEE MOD @ GTAGARAGE.COM" across the bottom. So your message is, "PORN BAD. GO HERE." Bless your souls.
The mod patch for the game has been pulled of the site but I downloaded something off of Kazaa that says coffee mod. I'll keep you posted if it works.
For more info and some really funny pictures go to GTAnet.
In the Game, your character, Carl Johnson or CJ, goes around the numerous cities on a criminal spree of orgasmic proportions. Along his journeys CJ encounters specific women that he may date. Some are found as a result of missions, some are found at random in parks doing yoga. You show up at the girls' houses to pick them up, then take them on a date consisting of either dinner, dancing, a drive or for some of the girls drive-bys. When the date is over you drive her home and if you have made enough progression with the girl, she will you ask you if you want to come in for....(GASP)...coffee.
The screen then switches to a canted shot of the front of the house and proceeds to pan and tilt to it's...delight. Ah yes, while moaning and groaning can be heard from within. CJ would then appear at the front door, a point would appear under "Number of Times Scored" in the stats section, and the game would continue.
It is a fairly unexciting event and most of the time I often reply negatively to the sex because it is such a time consumer. However, it seems that Rockstar Games "originallly" intended for the horizontal shuffle to be a little more explicit. You would see the characters in the pixelated nude. You would have the choice of changing positions and camera angles while setting the pace. Your progress would have been measured on the side of the screen by a status bar labeled "Excitement."
Having completed the game and tossing it aside like a used kleenex so that I may continue my learning with the guitar, I never heard about this until I read the article on the FRONT PAGE OF THE STAR. How embarassing. The article gave me the dirt and preached how everyone thinks this is disgusting and filthy and unsuitable for a child or teenager and that all copies should be destroyed.
First off, this is ridiculous. Who cares. I am extremely upset about this because if no one told me about it, I might not have been able to obtain a 100% completion status in the game.
Secondly, the rating was pushed from a Mature 17+ to an Adults Only 18+. This changes the legal buying age by one year. ONE YEAR. For some people it will take them a full year to beat the game. I had to play at least 2 hours a day for 3 weeks and I was lucky enough to finish most missions on my first attempt.
Third, those who have been saying this is unsuitable and that parents should be worried about there children......WHO IN THERE RIGHT MIND WOULD HAVE GIVEN THIS GAME TO A CHILD IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!? I believe that some teenagers can handle this game without a problem. Experienced gamers who start playing in there 5s and 6s develop that wall of disbelief early and are heavily fortified by 12 or 13. Goldeneye and Perfect Dark for N64 are being given to small children so obviously the violence and killing is not a problem and if a teen is not aware of the notion of a hooker, why go looking. Keep punching that cop, son.
Lastly, since the game now holds a "pornographic rating," Best Buy and Walmart have pulled the game from the shelves, enforcing their zero tolerance policy to the distribution of adult material. Good for them I guess. But what about those millions of copies already sold?
The Star ripped into the game and the developers for making such filth available to young minds. But for some obscure reason they published a photo of the game (just CJ standing beside a car), with the words "HOT COFFEE MOD @ GTAGARAGE.COM" across the bottom. So your message is, "PORN BAD. GO HERE." Bless your souls.
The mod patch for the game has been pulled of the site but I downloaded something off of Kazaa that says coffee mod. I'll keep you posted if it works.
For more info and some really funny pictures go to GTAnet.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
(Mic Tap)
My My. I've crossed over. I've become one of the blogging dead. How did such a sorry tale as this come about?
Why, I'll tell you.
The rubber business is still going strong. We went on our first overnight job a few weeks ago and we might have another trip to Sarnia and maybe even one to Ottawa. Sean (one of my two best friends since conciousness) and I are looking forward to all the time outside building our farmer tans before school starts. The difference between my forearm and my bicep is disgusting. I'm still marveled day after day by the amount of sun I get and the lack of peeling that occurs. Thankfully I still have all the glue to pull off to make up for it.
I've been busting my hump extra hard the last two weeks because I now have a goal. Sean has decided to go untaxed this year, save up his cash and buy a used Jeep TJ or YJ. Luckily Chrysler dropped the discount bomb on the public to help him out with another possibility. His grandfather worked for Chrysler so the cost is now doubly good for him. However, he found out only a few days ago that (zoom in) his parents will buy him a car instead. If he saves up his original plan of 5 or 6 grand for a used car his parents will "chip in" and help him buy a BRAND NEW JEEP, fully loaded I presume. Some people have all the luck, and then there are people like Sean who during his childhood owned many an expensive bike, a trampoline, a ping pong table, an air hockey table and the fundage to become a sports star. Bah.
I am excited about his jeep but even more excited about my goal. Like how I get you reeled with my news then throw in Sean so you remember that too? I know. I am currently saving up every penny I make this year so that I will around 8 or 9 thousand dollars before school. As of now I am currently searching the GTA for my own place. That's right. I'm movin out! ...hopefully...
Right now, I'm wishing (keep in mind the wishing factor) for a jr. bedroom with a balcony in a complex somewhere close to Yonge and Bloor or some kitchy little basement apartment that makes me feel like I'm living in an actual place instead of a numbered node in some architectural nightmare. But balconies have views and views demand sitting and boy do I love sitting.
So that's the current buzz flying through my head. I spend all day at work thinking about Bex at camp, my fantasy place, when the hell I'm going to get my act together and go film one of the dozens of film ideas I have for 1MFF and numerous worries that plague me daily. Such as the sad truth of the banana and it's destined demise. I'm not taking the news well. Seeing as how the banana is my favourite fruit, I don't really feel like picking a back up in anticipation of the extinction. But what really worried me last week was, when all the bananas in the world have disappeared.....what will happen to the monkeys?
As other side notes. I got my haircut on Saturday upgrading my appearance status from "Homeless and Vile" to "Just Plain Frazzled."
Hopefully you all got a chance to see a bit of Floyd at Live8 last weekend. I can't even put the feelings into words, but I seem to be doing well enough with gestures and grunts. It was so satisfying to see Mason and Wright playing Breathe and Money. Not enough credit goes out to them for what they did to make that album huge. I mean without Wright there would be NO Great Gig in the Sky. Watching Waters play with such confidence and delight gave me chills. Roger has always been my favourite even through the nasty times where everyone blamed him for the breakup. It doesn't matter to me what really happened because who looked more irritated during the reunion "Glowing Roger" or "Depressed David." Who I believe is a vampire after seeing those fangs during Money. I woke up at 9am and sat on the couch for the ENTIRE coverage of Live8 on CTV all the way to 1:30am.
But enough with this writing. It's midnight and I have to be up at 5:45. I still have to read another twenty pages of Golden Compass before bed.
VERBAL (V.O.)
And like that he was gone.
Underground. No one has ever seen
him again. He becomes a myth, a spook
story that bloggers tell their kids
at night. If you rat on your pop,
Phantom will blog you. And nobody
really ever believes.
Why, I'll tell you.
The rubber business is still going strong. We went on our first overnight job a few weeks ago and we might have another trip to Sarnia and maybe even one to Ottawa. Sean (one of my two best friends since conciousness) and I are looking forward to all the time outside building our farmer tans before school starts. The difference between my forearm and my bicep is disgusting. I'm still marveled day after day by the amount of sun I get and the lack of peeling that occurs. Thankfully I still have all the glue to pull off to make up for it.
I've been busting my hump extra hard the last two weeks because I now have a goal. Sean has decided to go untaxed this year, save up his cash and buy a used Jeep TJ or YJ. Luckily Chrysler dropped the discount bomb on the public to help him out with another possibility. His grandfather worked for Chrysler so the cost is now doubly good for him. However, he found out only a few days ago that (zoom in) his parents will buy him a car instead. If he saves up his original plan of 5 or 6 grand for a used car his parents will "chip in" and help him buy a BRAND NEW JEEP, fully loaded I presume. Some people have all the luck, and then there are people like Sean who during his childhood owned many an expensive bike, a trampoline, a ping pong table, an air hockey table and the fundage to become a sports star. Bah.
I am excited about his jeep but even more excited about my goal. Like how I get you reeled with my news then throw in Sean so you remember that too? I know. I am currently saving up every penny I make this year so that I will around 8 or 9 thousand dollars before school. As of now I am currently searching the GTA for my own place. That's right. I'm movin out! ...hopefully...
Right now, I'm wishing (keep in mind the wishing factor) for a jr. bedroom with a balcony in a complex somewhere close to Yonge and Bloor or some kitchy little basement apartment that makes me feel like I'm living in an actual place instead of a numbered node in some architectural nightmare. But balconies have views and views demand sitting and boy do I love sitting.
So that's the current buzz flying through my head. I spend all day at work thinking about Bex at camp, my fantasy place, when the hell I'm going to get my act together and go film one of the dozens of film ideas I have for 1MFF and numerous worries that plague me daily. Such as the sad truth of the banana and it's destined demise. I'm not taking the news well. Seeing as how the banana is my favourite fruit, I don't really feel like picking a back up in anticipation of the extinction. But what really worried me last week was, when all the bananas in the world have disappeared.....what will happen to the monkeys?
As other side notes. I got my haircut on Saturday upgrading my appearance status from "Homeless and Vile" to "Just Plain Frazzled."
Hopefully you all got a chance to see a bit of Floyd at Live8 last weekend. I can't even put the feelings into words, but I seem to be doing well enough with gestures and grunts. It was so satisfying to see Mason and Wright playing Breathe and Money. Not enough credit goes out to them for what they did to make that album huge. I mean without Wright there would be NO Great Gig in the Sky. Watching Waters play with such confidence and delight gave me chills. Roger has always been my favourite even through the nasty times where everyone blamed him for the breakup. It doesn't matter to me what really happened because who looked more irritated during the reunion "Glowing Roger" or "Depressed David." Who I believe is a vampire after seeing those fangs during Money. I woke up at 9am and sat on the couch for the ENTIRE coverage of Live8 on CTV all the way to 1:30am.
But enough with this writing. It's midnight and I have to be up at 5:45. I still have to read another twenty pages of Golden Compass before bed.
VERBAL (V.O.)
And like that he was gone.
Underground. No one has ever seen
him again. He becomes a myth, a spook
story that bloggers tell their kids
at night. If you rat on your pop,
Phantom will blog you. And nobody
really ever believes.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
HELLO PRICKS! - Blunders
Today I deposited 3,000 bucks into my bank account. Rejoiced in the fact that I will never have to go back to buttfuck Brampton. Purchased Coldplay's new CD simply out of respect for their song Scientist which created some key moments in Bex/Me relationship. and DUN DUN DUN got the last copy of GTA: San Andreas at Future Shop.
Only to find out that the "Check ID" sticker was blocking the PC DVD-ROM logo. I didn't bother checking the system requirements since I was so giddy to see the box on the shelf.
"INTRODUCE US OR DIE!"
I do not own a DVD-ROM, never have a ever considered purchasing a DVDROM. It seems that I will be purchasing one tomorrow.
Fuckin Censory Wankers.
Oh and I have only one or two more Ebay packages til I own all of the known* (to my knowledge) issues that feature or star the Shroud.
Only to find out that the "Check ID" sticker was blocking the PC DVD-ROM logo. I didn't bother checking the system requirements since I was so giddy to see the box on the shelf.
"INTRODUCE US OR DIE!"
I do not own a DVD-ROM, never have a ever considered purchasing a DVDROM. It seems that I will be purchasing one tomorrow.
Fuckin Censory Wankers.
Oh and I have only one or two more Ebay packages til I own all of the known* (to my knowledge) issues that feature or star the Shroud.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Hello Pricks! I am JERRY sizzler and this is my sister.....jerry SIZZLER!
Work bad. Sleep good.
I'm currently bouncing off of the pillow onto my bike to get to work then falling back on the pillow. I was just getting used to the 12 hour work days but then this hot weather came and I want to cry.....but won't cause I can't spare the fluids. If I ever get a little spare time or if I injure myself badly enough to merit a day off, I'll post some video of my troweling at work. My spanky new video camera is cataloguing all of the useless information in my life at the current moment. I've already made an embarassing party video where the frame tilts sky high as I drunkenly fall backwards in a chair. I've been captivated by the Su|Do|Ku in the Star yet even more bewildered by the paper's idiotic statement of bringing the number puzzle to Canada. Are the writers at the Star too pompous to pick up a copy of the Metro? Those number puzzles (which had the sweet single digit per spot per box rule) GOT ME THROUGH HALF MY CLASSES! English Lit was numerical mayhem. Asses.
Sean, my good buddy from the grade before time, and I are finally getting into a rhythm at work. I yell at him, he yells at me, then we get in the truck and make yeti noises. Some things never change.
After much time of revision and reflection I've decided to finally mention the Star Wars phenomenon. Good? Yes Yes. Worth a 9th viewing? Yes Yes.
My troweller's hand has finally set in. A common affliction that hits most "COMPANY NAME HERE" employees during full swing. Every time you wake up, your fingers are fully closed and your thumb curves toward the fist. As you open your hand, all of your fingers extend upon command except the pinky which resists the instruction from your extending muscle until WHAM! The finger pops up to join the rest near full extension. You close your hand and the same thing happens. The pinky stops while everyone else races forward then SHOOP! It flies into a clenched position ahead of the pack. It's really funny to watch, even more delightful to feel...but good GOD!!! That is my whacking hand. Not to mention the remote hand and above hall, my coveted NES button hand. Without masturbation, TV or Nintendo...No, I don't even want to think about it.
"Nice duck."
"Thanks."
"Hey, wait a minute. How does a person afford a duck like that on a cop's salary?"
"I found it."
Mind empty. Wallet dwindling. Ebay has enticed me to purchase Matrix paraphenalia, as many different comics featuring "The Shroud" that I can get my hands on....and a Pink Floyd Tie-Dye shirt that I will reserve for trips and journeys.
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas comes out for the PC tomorrow (or today, if you read the blogs in the morning) which means I just lost that hour of freedom before bed every night.
I'm currently bouncing off of the pillow onto my bike to get to work then falling back on the pillow. I was just getting used to the 12 hour work days but then this hot weather came and I want to cry.....but won't cause I can't spare the fluids. If I ever get a little spare time or if I injure myself badly enough to merit a day off, I'll post some video of my troweling at work. My spanky new video camera is cataloguing all of the useless information in my life at the current moment. I've already made an embarassing party video where the frame tilts sky high as I drunkenly fall backwards in a chair. I've been captivated by the Su|Do|Ku in the Star yet even more bewildered by the paper's idiotic statement of bringing the number puzzle to Canada. Are the writers at the Star too pompous to pick up a copy of the Metro? Those number puzzles (which had the sweet single digit per spot per box rule) GOT ME THROUGH HALF MY CLASSES! English Lit was numerical mayhem. Asses.
Sean, my good buddy from the grade before time, and I are finally getting into a rhythm at work. I yell at him, he yells at me, then we get in the truck and make yeti noises. Some things never change.
After much time of revision and reflection I've decided to finally mention the Star Wars phenomenon. Good? Yes Yes. Worth a 9th viewing? Yes Yes.
My troweller's hand has finally set in. A common affliction that hits most "COMPANY NAME HERE" employees during full swing. Every time you wake up, your fingers are fully closed and your thumb curves toward the fist. As you open your hand, all of your fingers extend upon command except the pinky which resists the instruction from your extending muscle until WHAM! The finger pops up to join the rest near full extension. You close your hand and the same thing happens. The pinky stops while everyone else races forward then SHOOP! It flies into a clenched position ahead of the pack. It's really funny to watch, even more delightful to feel...but good GOD!!! That is my whacking hand. Not to mention the remote hand and above hall, my coveted NES button hand. Without masturbation, TV or Nintendo...No, I don't even want to think about it.
"Nice duck."
"Thanks."
"Hey, wait a minute. How does a person afford a duck like that on a cop's salary?"
"I found it."
Mind empty. Wallet dwindling. Ebay has enticed me to purchase Matrix paraphenalia, as many different comics featuring "The Shroud" that I can get my hands on....and a Pink Floyd Tie-Dye shirt that I will reserve for trips and journeys.
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas comes out for the PC tomorrow (or today, if you read the blogs in the morning) which means I just lost that hour of freedom before bed every night.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Cou CHA-CHING
What an amazing weekend!
My birthday couldn't have gone any better! Perhaps more funds in my pocket but still an incredible and unforgettable weekend. For a few months I had been planning the birthday trip to go see The Led Zeppelin Symphony at Casino Rama in Orillia. The planning hit a few bumps in the middle of May as I struggled to get a credit card from CIBC. Within the last two weeks, I obtained the tickets, got a room booked and stole a car to drive (30 hours before). The plan was for Becca and me to go with my two best friends Adam and Sean. Sean being my current co-worker in Rubberland. Adam made it, but Sean was a bastard and ditched us so that he could work on Saturday and make 200 bucks. What a stupid move on his part. All day in the truck, I heard the ads for the concert, I heard Zeppelin and I saw numerous Rama buses speed past us. It was brutal. Mapquest said it would take 2 hours to get there. We left at 7 and got there at 8:11. I love my car and all it's speedy glory. I no longer drive on highways. I use them as my own personal race track. Until I'm pulled over for excessive speeding I will continue to get places in horrifying time. (Guelph to Allen Rd. in 23 Minutes.)
The concert was amazing. Not only will I be able to say that I have heard a live performance of Zeppelin's orcheastra pieces, like Kashmir, but I can also say that I have witnessed a live performance of Moby Dick, complete with the 10+ minute drum solo. I had goosebumps by the end, and had sunken back into my love of drums, questioning my pursuit of the guitar once more. A symphony was accompanied by a live rock band consisting of Alegra, playing an electric violin that was strapped to her shoulder and shaped like a lightning guitar, GEORRRRRRGE SANTRON on lead guitar, and two guys playing Bass and Drums. The singer.....was a tool. A bonified Tool.
"Have you guys got 7-11s up here? You know those things called Slurpies?"
Wanker.
He proceeded to banter between each song, quite poorly, about his history with Zeppelin. Which had the potential for interesting, if he had actually had a history with Zeppelin. He bought the records and listened to them......If only we all had those kinds of memories. He had the hair of Robert Plant but not the voice. The "highlights" of the show, that I overheard, were not the amazing sounds, like the crazy Cello players keeping up with "Whole Lotta Love" but a stupid stunt where some poor girl was given the oppurtunity to conduct the orcheastra during "Dancing Days" but really turned into her waving her hands in a circle for 4 minutes straight. Brutal. To cap it off. They ended the show then proceeded to do 3 encores of Stairway to Heaven followed by the other two. I can't remember what they were because I was shocked that they didn't put Stairway last, and I was also delighted to watch all the stupid people get up and leave then go and sit down between each encore. I wore my Zeppelin shirt and felt like an outcast amongst the crowd of 40 and 50 year olds.
We left the show and went back to the Best Western and got a few drinks and some room service with 5 minutes to spare. We watched the beginning of Clerks on my portable DVD then fell asleep.
Free Continental Breakfast followed by a trip to the Gym. I pretty much just sat on the bike to keep up the biking everyday notion but then had a lot of fun sprinting on a treadmill. It had been a while since I was on a treadmill, or in a gym for that matter. I got such an adrenaline rush after i got that thing really going. I really liked the notion that I was going so fast that something terrible could happen at any moment. Becca and I went back to the room and collapsed on the bed while Adam did a little studying outside. Counters are fun. We drove around looking for the downtown strip and found a street festival then ate lunch at Weber's. We then went for a walk on a nearby nature trail where I had fun with my new video camera and all of the crazy picture effects it has. Saw a duck bite another duck in the ass. We went back to the hotel and I read a bit of Fear and Loathing (to get in the mood) while Becca and Adam took a nap. It was so hard to not just leave them in the room. With no gambling on Friday night, it felt like 6am Christmas morning. The fun and excitement were right there and it was happening that day but it was too early. We decided to watch the rest of clerks, a family guy and two 70's show while we drank some beer we picked up in town. Only halfway through the beer did I finally realize Adam's subconcious joke. We couldn't decide what beer to get so he just picked one of the featured on the wall that he liked. We got a twelve pack of Lucky.
We finally got to the casino via shuttle and it all went down. We got into the casino and it was literally a rollercoaster ride.
My birthday couldn't have gone any better! Perhaps more funds in my pocket but still an incredible and unforgettable weekend. For a few months I had been planning the birthday trip to go see The Led Zeppelin Symphony at Casino Rama in Orillia. The planning hit a few bumps in the middle of May as I struggled to get a credit card from CIBC. Within the last two weeks, I obtained the tickets, got a room booked and stole a car to drive (30 hours before). The plan was for Becca and me to go with my two best friends Adam and Sean. Sean being my current co-worker in Rubberland. Adam made it, but Sean was a bastard and ditched us so that he could work on Saturday and make 200 bucks. What a stupid move on his part. All day in the truck, I heard the ads for the concert, I heard Zeppelin and I saw numerous Rama buses speed past us. It was brutal. Mapquest said it would take 2 hours to get there. We left at 7 and got there at 8:11. I love my car and all it's speedy glory. I no longer drive on highways. I use them as my own personal race track. Until I'm pulled over for excessive speeding I will continue to get places in horrifying time. (Guelph to Allen Rd. in 23 Minutes.)
The concert was amazing. Not only will I be able to say that I have heard a live performance of Zeppelin's orcheastra pieces, like Kashmir, but I can also say that I have witnessed a live performance of Moby Dick, complete with the 10+ minute drum solo. I had goosebumps by the end, and had sunken back into my love of drums, questioning my pursuit of the guitar once more. A symphony was accompanied by a live rock band consisting of Alegra, playing an electric violin that was strapped to her shoulder and shaped like a lightning guitar, GEORRRRRRGE SANTRON on lead guitar, and two guys playing Bass and Drums. The singer.....was a tool. A bonified Tool.
"Have you guys got 7-11s up here? You know those things called Slurpies?"
Wanker.
He proceeded to banter between each song, quite poorly, about his history with Zeppelin. Which had the potential for interesting, if he had actually had a history with Zeppelin. He bought the records and listened to them......If only we all had those kinds of memories. He had the hair of Robert Plant but not the voice. The "highlights" of the show, that I overheard, were not the amazing sounds, like the crazy Cello players keeping up with "Whole Lotta Love" but a stupid stunt where some poor girl was given the oppurtunity to conduct the orcheastra during "Dancing Days" but really turned into her waving her hands in a circle for 4 minutes straight. Brutal. To cap it off. They ended the show then proceeded to do 3 encores of Stairway to Heaven followed by the other two. I can't remember what they were because I was shocked that they didn't put Stairway last, and I was also delighted to watch all the stupid people get up and leave then go and sit down between each encore. I wore my Zeppelin shirt and felt like an outcast amongst the crowd of 40 and 50 year olds.
We left the show and went back to the Best Western and got a few drinks and some room service with 5 minutes to spare. We watched the beginning of Clerks on my portable DVD then fell asleep.
Free Continental Breakfast followed by a trip to the Gym. I pretty much just sat on the bike to keep up the biking everyday notion but then had a lot of fun sprinting on a treadmill. It had been a while since I was on a treadmill, or in a gym for that matter. I got such an adrenaline rush after i got that thing really going. I really liked the notion that I was going so fast that something terrible could happen at any moment. Becca and I went back to the room and collapsed on the bed while Adam did a little studying outside. Counters are fun. We drove around looking for the downtown strip and found a street festival then ate lunch at Weber's. We then went for a walk on a nearby nature trail where I had fun with my new video camera and all of the crazy picture effects it has. Saw a duck bite another duck in the ass. We went back to the hotel and I read a bit of Fear and Loathing (to get in the mood) while Becca and Adam took a nap. It was so hard to not just leave them in the room. With no gambling on Friday night, it felt like 6am Christmas morning. The fun and excitement were right there and it was happening that day but it was too early. We decided to watch the rest of clerks, a family guy and two 70's show while we drank some beer we picked up in town. Only halfway through the beer did I finally realize Adam's subconcious joke. We couldn't decide what beer to get so he just picked one of the featured on the wall that he liked. We got a twelve pack of Lucky.
We finally got to the casino via shuttle and it all went down. We got into the casino and it was literally a rollercoaster ride.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Trampled Under Foot
So today is Monday. I am exhausted. While Monday is day 1 of the week for some, this is now day 8 from last week. Worked right through the weekend, and not in a fun, just got to finish up something small. We busted our humps on sat and sun to try and finish this pool deck in Brampton. We had to bump up our installation date because we had specialists flying in from Phoenix to show us the product. We had a different kind of rubber and the bonding chemicals were a little different. The father and son team, both named Bill, were talkers. One was around 50 and decided that endorsing this amazing product for 8 hours, which we had already purchased, was the best thing to do. The father, who was 77, was described to be a rubber trowelling machine, by cutting our standard number of required man hours by 10. He walked around the job site, lifting nothing, with a glow of wisdom and skill. Naturally, I named him Yoda. The Master Troweller. By the time the two Americans had stopped talking they had proved, with numerous examples, every damn stereotype about stupid Americans you can think of. They made fun of us because we weren't Canadian due to the lack of our use of the word "Eh!" But then began starting every sentence with, "I tell you what..."
Tim and I imagined every inhabitant of Arlen, Texas as a rubber salesman on the drive home.
I've been in Brampton the last 3 days and WE'RE STILL NOT DONE!!! We stopped today because we ran out of rubber and half to wait for more to be shipped. We move to Richmond Hill tomorrow. While I will enjoy the shorter drive home, I will definitely miss watching the planes land and take off alongside the 401. It was interesting to watch the line up of planes coming and going, but after the first day I lost it and started a cosmic mind journey about the amazing progress of mankind. You start with visualizing a field then think about the work and planning involved in creating the highway and its over and underpasses, then move on to the brilliance of flight, then the airport, then the creation of fences, and every other knick knack in sight. Most importantly all the signs. The road system of Toronto blows my mind some days. How did we get from a field to multiple traffic lights conducting cars with multiple turning possibilities through designated lanes? I smell a one minute film, but then I realize it's just the smell of extensive computer graphics.
On the topic of One Minute Films, I am ecstatic that my plan, concocted last November of using my first rubber paycheck to buy a sweet camera, is almost a reality. I've been grabbing the comparison charts from Best Buy and Future Shop comparing models and getting familiar with the language before I head down to Henry's. According to the fliers, I might be getting a Canon Optura 60 or GL2. (They only had Canon fliers.) I am really excited to start filming all the random things that have been entering my brain since school started. I'm going to make a Benny Hill-esque time lapse video for the company about the process of installation, and then it's all about documenting my life for when I have the Alzheimer’s or the momentary lapse of reason from the mind drugs and taping the clouds. I worry already that instead of taping beautiful plastic bags blowin in the wind, I'll have a shelf of endless footage of clouds and sunsets. We'll see. I've got a few ideas for OMFF to try out and a few side projects just for me. The first being a tribute to Yonge St. where I will start at the bottom and film all the way to Barrie then run it super fast. I'm excited.
Of course I'll also be taping "adventures." Mainly so I can remember what happened.
These are very exciting times.
I might have gotten my buddy Sean a job with the company too. Excellent. Maybe I can start remolding Sean on a daily basis. With 12 hour days, he has to listen to me. What else is there to do?
Oh right. Complain.
It turns out that I'll be working all the way to Thursday for an 11 day week. Friday is off for Recuperation from Revenge, and possibly a second viewing. But this just in!!!!! We might be working Friday for a Room to Grow taping. As much as I love to see myself on television (THE MOTHER AND BIBLE OF ALL THINGS IMPORTANT), I might have to hide my eye baggage and miserable look and show off some ass. From what I hear, there's a good shot of me bending over a mixing bucket on the last one.
Oh yeah and I took a huge chunk out of my hand moving a huge pool cover, had to go to the hospital, sit in a waiting room for 90 minutes enduring the agony and pain of having to listen to Pokemon: Advanced Challenge Marathon. I did however read Dr. Seuss' "Hand Hand Finger Thumb" with my good hand and found no words to describe the delight and humour with myself.
Tim and I imagined every inhabitant of Arlen, Texas as a rubber salesman on the drive home.
I've been in Brampton the last 3 days and WE'RE STILL NOT DONE!!! We stopped today because we ran out of rubber and half to wait for more to be shipped. We move to Richmond Hill tomorrow. While I will enjoy the shorter drive home, I will definitely miss watching the planes land and take off alongside the 401. It was interesting to watch the line up of planes coming and going, but after the first day I lost it and started a cosmic mind journey about the amazing progress of mankind. You start with visualizing a field then think about the work and planning involved in creating the highway and its over and underpasses, then move on to the brilliance of flight, then the airport, then the creation of fences, and every other knick knack in sight. Most importantly all the signs. The road system of Toronto blows my mind some days. How did we get from a field to multiple traffic lights conducting cars with multiple turning possibilities through designated lanes? I smell a one minute film, but then I realize it's just the smell of extensive computer graphics.
On the topic of One Minute Films, I am ecstatic that my plan, concocted last November of using my first rubber paycheck to buy a sweet camera, is almost a reality. I've been grabbing the comparison charts from Best Buy and Future Shop comparing models and getting familiar with the language before I head down to Henry's. According to the fliers, I might be getting a Canon Optura 60 or GL2. (They only had Canon fliers.) I am really excited to start filming all the random things that have been entering my brain since school started. I'm going to make a Benny Hill-esque time lapse video for the company about the process of installation, and then it's all about documenting my life for when I have the Alzheimer’s or the momentary lapse of reason from the mind drugs and taping the clouds. I worry already that instead of taping beautiful plastic bags blowin in the wind, I'll have a shelf of endless footage of clouds and sunsets. We'll see. I've got a few ideas for OMFF to try out and a few side projects just for me. The first being a tribute to Yonge St. where I will start at the bottom and film all the way to Barrie then run it super fast. I'm excited.
Of course I'll also be taping "adventures." Mainly so I can remember what happened.
These are very exciting times.
I might have gotten my buddy Sean a job with the company too. Excellent. Maybe I can start remolding Sean on a daily basis. With 12 hour days, he has to listen to me. What else is there to do?
Oh right. Complain.
It turns out that I'll be working all the way to Thursday for an 11 day week. Friday is off for Recuperation from Revenge, and possibly a second viewing. But this just in!!!!! We might be working Friday for a Room to Grow taping. As much as I love to see myself on television (THE MOTHER AND BIBLE OF ALL THINGS IMPORTANT), I might have to hide my eye baggage and miserable look and show off some ass. From what I hear, there's a good shot of me bending over a mixing bucket on the last one.
Oh yeah and I took a huge chunk out of my hand moving a huge pool cover, had to go to the hospital, sit in a waiting room for 90 minutes enduring the agony and pain of having to listen to Pokemon: Advanced Challenge Marathon. I did however read Dr. Seuss' "Hand Hand Finger Thumb" with my good hand and found no words to describe the delight and humour with myself.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Recent Gripes
1. Yo Andy! What's your deal? I remember chatting with you after OMFF and that you like College football(?) Especially a team in Florida (?) I know you play poker with some of the blogmasters, but other than that, the Andy Profile Card is quite empty. Keep the coolness flowing. I'll see you at the next gathering.
2. As martini-splashing thrilled I am with the fact that Scott Thompson is hosting a new show, I am also quite peeved with the title. Did I miss a memo or a third thumb flying into the air that proclaimed "that Greek movie about a large wedding which must not be named" the greatest flick of all time? Or did everybody love it just out of sheer pleasure in annoying others with the title.....or that stupid phone headset gag? I would have been happy to see the movie make some cash, get acclaimed and sit on the "PJ's Picks" shelf at Blockbuster next to "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" (this choice does not reflect PJ's views in any way but was chosen out of a sheer lack of love, by the way). Instead I am forced to endure endless and relentless (my little Dutchess named Tess) parodies involving Billionaires, Obnoxious jerks and stupid bosses. Sadly, the name train made a stop in queertown and we have "My Fabulous Gay Wedding" (though I do love the world Fabulous). Scott, I would sit through the entire run of Everybody Loves Raymond if I knew you had a guestspot, so don't worry I'll be there.
3. Ray Romano is a show ruining, self-plugging, unfunny whore.
4. I had to spend $136.73 on a pair of sneakers today not because they were the latest fashion but because they were the only ones that fit me and weren't "blingy" or "commercialized." It's not really a gripe, but come on! 138! That's $68 a foot.
5. I will end this current vent on a severely sad note. In Future Shop, and sadly most other video game stores the shelves look like this:
____________$9.99________________________$39.99
What a sad, sad day that a quality, innovative game is priced as NHL 98 or Hexen for 64. (Hexen!...oh that's right.......I went there.). Boobs and bouncing is all good, but this game warped my mind at the complexity and level of involvement. I'm happy that it's low priced so some kid with only a few bucks can get sucked in by the cover and enjoy it as much as I did, but as we know, price is in the top three of a game's status amongst it's competitors. I suggest everyone give it a shot. For 10 bucks, why not?
2. As martini-splashing thrilled I am with the fact that Scott Thompson is hosting a new show, I am also quite peeved with the title. Did I miss a memo or a third thumb flying into the air that proclaimed "that Greek movie about a large wedding which must not be named" the greatest flick of all time? Or did everybody love it just out of sheer pleasure in annoying others with the title.....or that stupid phone headset gag? I would have been happy to see the movie make some cash, get acclaimed and sit on the "PJ's Picks" shelf at Blockbuster next to "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" (this choice does not reflect PJ's views in any way but was chosen out of a sheer lack of love, by the way). Instead I am forced to endure endless and relentless (my little Dutchess named Tess) parodies involving Billionaires, Obnoxious jerks and stupid bosses. Sadly, the name train made a stop in queertown and we have "My Fabulous Gay Wedding" (though I do love the world Fabulous). Scott, I would sit through the entire run of Everybody Loves Raymond if I knew you had a guestspot, so don't worry I'll be there.
3. Ray Romano is a show ruining, self-plugging, unfunny whore.
4. I had to spend $136.73 on a pair of sneakers today not because they were the latest fashion but because they were the only ones that fit me and weren't "blingy" or "commercialized." It's not really a gripe, but come on! 138! That's $68 a foot.
5. I will end this current vent on a severely sad note. In Future Shop, and sadly most other video game stores the shelves look like this:
____________$9.99________________________$39.99
What a sad, sad day that a quality, innovative game is priced as NHL 98 or Hexen for 64. (Hexen!...oh that's right.......I went there.). Boobs and bouncing is all good, but this game warped my mind at the complexity and level of involvement. I'm happy that it's low priced so some kid with only a few bucks can get sucked in by the cover and enjoy it as much as I did, but as we know, price is in the top three of a game's status amongst it's competitors. I suggest everyone give it a shot. For 10 bucks, why not?
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Four Months Later, The Throne Awaits.
It's been a helluva long time since I've seen my best friend. He's spent the last 4 months in Costa Rica at a Butterfly Conservatory leading tourists around paradise. Sean and I go to U of T, so I have seen him on the few occasions but it just isn't the same without the voice of reason. Well.....not so much reason as mediator. Or decision maker. Today is the most glorious day because Adam King has returned to his native land. I've got to make the most of my friend time before he heads back to school on saturday, he says friday or saturday but Sean and I will gag him and throw em in the trunk.
RED (V.O.)
I hope I can make it across the
border. I hope to see my friend
and shake his hand. I hope the
Pacific is as blue as it has been
in my dreams.
I hope.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Signs that the Future is Coming
1. (should have been posted months ago)
On the back of Neil Young's "Greatest Hits" CD, it says:
"Greatest hits inclusion based on original record sales, airplay and known download history."
How freakin' amazing is that?!? My only problem with the CD is that Sugar Mountain wasn't on it, which I believe is a widely Downloaded song. Maybe it just didn't fit.
2. I got a message on MSN that someone I didn't recognize had added me. Perhaps it was a student from school who I met or some old distant friend who looked me up. Nope.
Powerade says:
hello
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
hey
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
what is up
Powerade says:
not much
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
this is brandon right?
Powerade says:
as in me=brandon?
Powerade says:
or are you brandon?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
yeah as in you are brandon
Powerade says:
then no this is not brandon. My name's Steve. How can I help you?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
um sorry
Powerade says:
what email were you looking for?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
pharohofthenight@hotmail.com
Powerade says:
ahhh
Powerade says:
this is phantom ofthenight@hotmail.com
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
oh wow i feel retarted
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
wow
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
sorry
Powerade says:
just think of it like hitting the 7 instead of the 4
MY VERY FIRST wrong "internet email dial"-a thing!!!! Ah well, its been an hour and a half and I'm still talking to them. Seems like a nice person. I'll just add them to the "Don't Trust" group.
On the back of Neil Young's "Greatest Hits" CD, it says:
"Greatest hits inclusion based on original record sales, airplay and known download history."
How freakin' amazing is that?!? My only problem with the CD is that Sugar Mountain wasn't on it, which I believe is a widely Downloaded song. Maybe it just didn't fit.
2. I got a message on MSN that someone I didn't recognize had added me. Perhaps it was a student from school who I met or some old distant friend who looked me up. Nope.
Powerade says:
hello
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
hey
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
what is up
Powerade says:
not much
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
this is brandon right?
Powerade says:
as in me=brandon?
Powerade says:
or are you brandon?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
yeah as in you are brandon
Powerade says:
then no this is not brandon. My name's Steve. How can I help you?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
um sorry
Powerade says:
what email were you looking for?
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
pharohofthenight@hotmail.com
Powerade says:
ahhh
Powerade says:
this is phantom ofthenight@hotmail.com
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
oh wow i feel retarted
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
wow
OH therapy, can you fill the void? says:
sorry
Powerade says:
just think of it like hitting the 7 instead of the 4
MY VERY FIRST wrong "internet email dial"-a thing!!!! Ah well, its been an hour and a half and I'm still talking to them. Seems like a nice person. I'll just add them to the "Don't Trust" group.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Hitman
Last night, I made a revolutionary discovery while talking to Becca. While I have a definitive distaste for religion, I feel like I need a priest to marry me. That whole "official" feeling seems to be as necessary as a white collar around the neck.
This talk was all spurred by recent news that some friends of "ours" (yeah, the young bloggers) are gettin hitched.
This discovery was only topped by my epiphany with the word "abuse." All of a sudden mid-sentece I stopped and realized "abuse" is nothing but ab-use like abnormal. It blew my mind.
Today I have to cram a year of film readings into my tiny head, while still maintaining my sanity. Perhaps I will walk to the beer store and get some more of those Kick guarana beers. I'm starting to like them, they seem to work on me. Or maybe I'll just drink some coffee.
Coffee? Beer. Caw-fee? Bee-ear. C-o? B-e.
This talk was all spurred by recent news that some friends of "ours" (yeah, the young bloggers) are gettin hitched.
This discovery was only topped by my epiphany with the word "abuse." All of a sudden mid-sentece I stopped and realized "abuse" is nothing but ab-use like abnormal. It blew my mind.
Today I have to cram a year of film readings into my tiny head, while still maintaining my sanity. Perhaps I will walk to the beer store and get some more of those Kick guarana beers. I'm starting to like them, they seem to work on me. Or maybe I'll just drink some coffee.
Coffee? Beer. Caw-fee? Bee-ear. C-o? B-e.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
A Million Bright Ambassadors of Morning
Thanks to the Floyd, I've actually been studying for about 40 minutes. Somebody call Larry King. I demand a mention on the ticker bar.
I Still Can't Think Of Anything
This is where I would have posted a picture of a hemp leaf in honour of the date, but I just don't feel like it suits me anymore.
What the hell is going on?
What the hell is going on?
Let me check my boob. Yeah, there's a 30% chance it's raining right now.
I'm in such a good mood. I woke up around noon, ate breakfast on the porch and watched the rain. Then I went biking in shorts and a t-shirt and came back home sopping wet. Sometimes you just need to wash out your head with a little fresh rain water. The new water control bike tires were amazing. Gliding through curbside ponds couldn't have made me happier.
Now I have to try and teach myself the Irish Language in about 10 Hours. We'll see how the day ends.