Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Music: angry muttering... grumble grumble grumble...

Today was suck. Among other things and the day just generically bugging me, I had about 2 or 3 gallons of white paint fall off of a cart I was loading into the elevator and crack open - then proceeded to flood the elevator with paint. I then had to scoop it all into buckets and the then mop it up once the amount was less, all while the elevator was constantly trying to close it's door and go up.

And further, while dealing with all this my shoulder dislocated itself again and I had to pop it back in, take a quick rest and then go finish. By the time we got it mostly cleaned up I was this close to punching someone in the throat.

Well, probably not actually, but I did need to blast some music on my headphones for quite some time to calm myself down.

..robble robble robble....

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Thor is angry with you Toronto... fear him

Music: Stars (calender girl is such an awesome song)

Woo, okay, back to hopefully updating more often.

So, I know that like almost everyone has been complaining about the abundance of big assed rain storms all summer and about how the way hot temperatures haven't started yet, but honestly...

Suck it!

This rocks.

Okay, since I do ride my bike most places, the overabundance of rain can be an issue (although, honestly riding in the rain is fun as long as you can dry off and change clothes after), but this is sweet. I am very much a fall/winter person, and as such I really don't deal well with heat - even the weather this summer has been way too much - so I am so glad that it has yet to pass 30 degrees. So hey, good for it.

And as far as the storms go.. there is basically no weather better than a nice huge thundertorm. They are awesome, fun and incredibly beautiful. There's just something so cool and above all impresive about them. Once again, as long as I can dry off and change after, I love being out in them.

So for all of those anti-storm people, sit down, shut up and just enjoy it.

... on further thought, this all may be the reason behind why I have been nearly hit by lightning 3 times in my life but hey, totally worth all of it. And still have not been actually zapped, so Thor...

You've got crap aim, boy.

(please don't smite me..)

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Motha Fock

Music: Junior Mafia

So I am obviously just not allowed to have technology. Broke my Ipod a week ago, and the last Friday morning (as part of my worst day ever) Ibroke my cell phone. Yeah, seriously. Phone and Ipood in a week - hoo fucking ray! I just don't get to have spare money to spend on anything else for a while.

Although, to be fair, I had had the old phone for like 5 years give or take a few months. This new one is now my second phone and the first one with a plan - I have just been using pay as you go cards since I first got my phone.

Well, onwards and upwards to phone numbah too!

.. dammit.

Monday, June 15, 2009

God Fucking Dammit

Music: none (see yelling)

Alright, so for those who are unawares, I am a complete tool. For a week or so now I have been meaning to change up the music on my ipod but kept putting it off. This morning while eating breakfast at my desk (so I could watch Weeds), decided to do something about this and went to plug my ipod in.

And promptly dropped it.

Right in my fucking bowl of cornflakes and milk.

Needless to say, the ipod is fucked, do to being filled with milk that then evaporated to leave it filled with a sticky cheese-curd like substance.

Well, I went to the apple store to get a new one (a better one. Faster. Stronger. We have the technology.. well, not me, but somebody does). So on the plus side, at least I have a shiny new purple music box to carry around with me. On the downside though, I am out about two hundred bucks.


Sunday, June 7, 2009

Fuckin ay

Music: Dinosaur Jr

So, just got back from a nice dinner with the family at the grandmother's (we had stew and strawberry rhubarb pie - the best kind of pie). Realised I had left my oj carton on the counter for about 8 hours. Can orange juice go bad? It says keep refrigerated, but hopefully it'll be fine cause I plan to keep on drinking it. Here's hoping I don't get a stomach ache. But I'm not gonna throw it out - I mean I just bought it this morning.

Had a damn fine shindig last night over at Krista's place for my birthday. There was bunches of beer. There was good peeps. There was lots of music, accompanied by dancing and singing along at the tops of our voices. There was the yelling of innapropriate things from the 17th floor balcony to friends waiting at the bus stop below. And there was a big piece of blank canvas nailed to the wall wich we all decide to draw and write on as an impromptu guest book. It's got lots of innapropriate quotes and a big-assed penguin/stegasaurus/godzilla drawn by Josh - Sush's mister. Check out Krista's blog for a picture of it.

Damn good show all around if I do say so myself.

And to think I was just planing to go to the pub with people...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

On another note

Oh, hey, on an entirely different note,

Happy Birthday Me!

Going off to a "surprise" party Krista is throwing me.
Not really a surprise anymore cause that woman is incapable of not telling you something she is excited about, but woo! I get a party, and don't have to shit for it.

I had only planned to go to the bar with some people, but awesome.

You rock Krista.



Music: Bran Van 3000

So, who here knows Bran Van? Seriously? I bet lots of the population knows Drinking in LA (a justifiably awesome song), and lesser numbers prolly know Everywhere and that We Go Shopping song.
And this is just a damn shame.

Bran Van are prolly one of the most well rounded all over good bands out there. I fucking love these guys. They have stand-alone awesome songs, but also each of their three albums all work as a whole and flow from song to song really well. And these songs on each cd are constantly shifting through different genres.
Rock.. check.
Indie rock stuff.. check.
Hip hop.. check.
Electronic stuff.. check.
Really dancy songs.. check.
Mellow folky songs.. check.
Reggae.. yep, somma that too.

And they pull them all off fantastically.

If you don't already know and love them, go get some. If you just want to get one, I would reccomend starting with Rose (the newest), but seriously you should get the other too (Glee and Discosis) right afterwords. There is not a bad one among them.

Mentok commands you to procede!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Kill a party, Ressurect it

Music: Jens Lekman

Well, it has been quite a while since I wrote in this and this is a fact that I think that I should remedy post-haste. The plan is to restart posting something everyday and seeing how long I can keep that up this time.

BAM! Lets do this.

Ahem, there is something that I feel the need to say cause you can't really tell on a blog unless the person annoyingly uses all caps (a cardinal sin that should be punished by inserting the offending keyboard into the offender - wherever, it doesn't matter. I am sure it will be equaly painful). Unfortunately I am going to break this once, conciously to help get a point across.


See, there, done. No need to continue. The thing is, that even though in life I am a loud person most of the time, that does not mean I am allowed to type in all caps. That is just a really obnoxious thing to do.

Anyways, I will leave with just this short post because it is the first one back and I am really tired and it is one thirty in the morning and I have work tommorow. So I am going off to bed, and you lot can just sit there and stew on this.

.. or y'know, you can go to sleep too. It's not really all that crucial.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

Cottage, Ho!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand we're off.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand a thunderstorm just started.

.. dammit.

No, really. I don't care this wont change anything.

.. dammit

Monday, May 4, 2009

Everywhere we goooo...

Music: Otis Redding (he is the shit)

So, I have noticed in my tv watching escapades, that the casts of certain groupings of shows are very.. what's the word.. let's go with incestuous.. that's a good word (well, actually it isn't).
Now, sure. Groupings of shows of similar types or aimed at certain demographics will have similar actor types (or actors, period) in them. And specific actors probably like certain types of shows or like working with this writer, or that director, yadda yadda yadda infinity infinity plus two called it no takebacks you're a jerk I'm going home...
Ahem. Now Arthur is you can't play nice while blogging, you can go stand in the corner until you are fit to rejoin civilized society. Hah! jokes on you. My computer is in the corner already.

But seriously now folks. This came to my attention recently while watching Veronica Mars and How I Met Your Mother specifically. So I am going to list off shows with the same actors off the top of my head that I have watched recently in one crazy chain/web/mess.
Veronica Mars
How I met your Mother
The Guild
Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog
Family Guy
Robot Chicken

And well the list could go on and on, but I am f-en tired.
I will say this though. How I me your Mother and Veronica Mars have so many different people making appearances - it's madness.

Also, most of these are at most 2 steps removed from Joss Wheddon, which is nuts - I mean the guy controls everything.

And I have no problem with that.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

For the consideration of others

Music: David Bowie



..ookay.. let's give this a shot.

The TTC is really starting to piss me off. Actually, they have pissed me off to varying extents for years. But more recently.
Much more.
Like when a bus driver arrives at the station and you get on the bus.. and then he gets off the bus and goes off with the driver of another bus waiting in the station and they go have a nice old TWENTY MINUTE LONG SMOKE BREAK off to the side of the platform or something and leave all the people in the vehicles to just wait.
Such a thing happend to me. Tonight. About a half hour ago.
I am trying to get home. It's late. I am at Broadview station and just have to catch a bus up Broadvies to my house. There are 3 different buses that all go past my place (the 8, 87 and 100), and another that goes close enough that I could walk it (the 62). Shouldn't be too hard to get home. I wait for a while and then I see the first bus, the 8, drive up to the station.
But doesn't enter it. It parks outside the station and the driver gets out and goes to talk with the drivers of the 2 streetcars thatare idling in the station. And the 3 of them have a grand old time talking about whatever - whatever doesn't seen to include driving a fucking bus, though.
Well, after a while of this the 62 shows up. Since this bus actually came into the station, I went over and got into it. And it sat there.
And sat there.
And sat there.
And sat there until the driver of the 8 got back into his bus and drove into the station and paused there for about a minute. Long enough for a few people to board, but not nearly long enough for me to get off the 62 and walk the length of platform to get onto the 8. So it drives off and I sit there in the 62 a while more. But it has gotten cold, and my foot is sore, so I decide that I really shouldn't walk the distance that taking the 62 would require. So I get off and the 62 immediately drives off.
So now 2 of the 4 buses are gone, along with quite a lot of time. Eventually the 100 shows up and drives into the station and me and all the others waiting for buses board it as the driver GETS OFF. And then he goes over and greets his friend the streetcar driver idling across the platform with an exhuberant "Hey!" and a complicated handshake. The two of them go to his streetcar to grab his bag and then wander off to the edge of the station to have a smoke (illegal by the way - they are still on TTC property). So we wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and the 87 shows up and parks.
Now, I could get up and switch over to the 87 but it just arrived and the 100 has been in the station for ages, so logic dictates that the 100 will leave first, right?
Yeah... no. The 87 leaves almost immediately and I am left sitting on the last of the 4 buses with all of the other pissed off tired travellers. The driver eventually gets back after a 15-20 minute smoke break and both him and the streetcar driver get in their respective vehicles and drive out of the station. They way that Broadview is built means that is a bus and a streetcar leave at the same time they pass each other as they both circle out of the station's roundabout - which they did. And then felt the need to both stop as they passed to say hi again cause it had been a whole minute since they saw each other last.
Did I mention that when buses and streetcars pass each other on the way out they are on Broadview? Well they are. So these guys stopped to block both the north and south lanes of Broadview along with the unlucky motorists stuck behind them.
The two drivers managed to tear away from each other after a tearful but thankfully brief goodbye and finally I am on my way north up the road to home and my bed.

Did I mention that the bus driver rocketed straight through a red light at Mortimer - the largest intersection on my trip home?

Fucking asshole clowns.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

I don't know but I been told, every little thing been bought and sold

Music: Handsome Furs

Why is it that, as an adult, you can never actually fix things. It's just not possible once you reach a certain point in life to actually fix something that is wrong. Now, I know this sounds really lame and emo, but let me explain what I mean.

As a kid growing up, if you have some problem that needs dealing with, then you drop everything else, pause your life, and just concentrate on making that particular problem better. And things will become better, because not only do kids bounce back from anything but properly solving something requires concentration and dedication to making it better. Specific example - I have a recently fractured foot and a shoulder that keeps dislocating itself. Now, to fix the foot basically just requires me to wrap it in tensor bandages, keep off it as much as possible and use crutches to get around when I need to go somewhere.

First problem, I have to be very very careful using crutches because if I were to put too much weight on the left crutch in the wrong way, then it will cause my still damaged shoulder to pop out again - if I put the weight wrong, I can actually feel the joint of my shoulder seperate as the crutch insidiously slides into my shoulder. Now to fix this would seem like I just have to not use crtuches.. oh wait.. then I am incapable of moving around at all for a period of several weeks.

Not cool, dammit.

Which leads to the next problem. If you were to do a similar injury to youself as a kid, then you just take the time off school - totally awesome, right? Except, I can't just take the neccesary month or whatever of work because I need money. Let's see..
..assorted medical stuff (expenses related to the injuries, going to the dentist which I haven't done in a year, and oh yeah.. diabetes. yet more money)
These all require me to go back to work earlier that I probably should've. Because as an adult (well, as most adults. Those with apartments but no crazy trust funds or whatever), you cannot just take a month off work to heal because bills do not just stop pilling up if you are not at work. You still need to pay for that apartment that you will be sitting around healing in.
Things can no longer just be put on hold while you deal with one issue at a time.. fix A, then fix B once A is all better, then fix C, and when everything is all fine again go back to the normal routine. It just doesn't work that way anymore past a certain point of life.

And that just sucks.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

This is not funny to me

Seriously. Fuck this weather. Fuck it hard.
If the snow were actually anthropomorohized (put in people form), then I would find some way to brutally murder mother nature and frame snow for the killing so that it would get sent to some horrible prison for natural phenomenon, where I would bribe the warden to switch his cells so that he becomes the personal rape-buddy of some giant-biker-guy equivalent of phenomenom.. Maybe like earthquakes. Or something like meteor strike.
Yeah. If I could I would make April snowfalls get raped by meteor strikes in nature prison.
Woah.. what does that all even mean..
It's not even that it's snowing a week into April. I can deal with that. It would piss me off, but I could deal.
It's the fact that now, as I hobble around limping on my fucked up foot, all of the goddam ground is coated in ice.
And it's really windy. Windy enough to knock the already wobbly cripple-me over if I am not careful while walking on ice.
So, maybe that first rant was harsh, but fuck it. This weather deserves it.

.. also, I know I haven't written in weeks, and this is a very angry post to start back up on, but so goddam what.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Damn you! It was earth all along... well, not really

Music: Handsome Furs (just got this album, and man, do they kick ass. it's like a more acoustic folish version of Wolf Parade - but not actually acoustic folk)

Man, uhh.. just watched the series finale of Battlestar - y'know, I don't actually know if anyone who reads this watches that show.. eh, whatevs - and it was totally awesome.

Well, mostly.

Of course there are parts that bugged me, and there are lots of bits that I don't get what they were going for or I don't feel wrapped up that dangling plot thread, but overall that was a pretty damn well done wrap up for a series so long and convoluted, with so many seperate plots running in parralel and an assortment of mini serieses, tv movies and webisode sets that you maybe didn't know where in the timeline they fit or just watched them out of order. But hey, every show has it's problems. And especially series finales. And especially series finales of crazy-assed space operas (goddamn do I love me some good ole space opera - as long as it is good space opera. Bad ones suck *cough*andromeda*cough*).

Crazy-assed space operas - you fucking rock.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Gimps don't get slippers

I feel so useless currently. Here I am hanging around at my parents' house all day with my messed-up foot doing nothing much at all. And all around me there is piles of stuff that needs doing. They are currently moving all of the stuff out of the back portion of the house to prep for having an extension built onto the house. And at this same time they are trying to solve a termite problem by getting the house ready to fill with nasty chemicals. And here I sit doing nothing.
What the hell. Alex - my bully of a big sister - just stole the pair of slippers I was wearing. I took the one I was wearing off for a sec while I was here at the computer and she stole them. Cause according to her "gimps with only one usable foot don't get to have slippers. It's inneficient use of slippers." And so now she has taken the slippers and left me here without a slipper to wear.


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Okay, seriously, I suck

What the f? How the hell did I do this?
I got up this morning to get ready for work and then proceeded to fracture my foot.
How did I do this you ask?
Was I climbing a mountain?
Was I stunt biking?
Was I playing the sports?
Was I fighting a bear (or other sufficiently hardcore animal)?
No. I was walking across my living room, safe within the confines of my apartement. So now I don't even have a cool story to go with it (other than "I am retarded" but we all know that one). We are currently accepting submissions of sufficiently awesome bullshit to tell people when asked what happened. Multiple different stories are welcome (always play with their minds).
But, the rediculous thing (other rediculous thing?) is that over the course of my life I have had like maybe two x-rays (other than of my teeth for braces). And now I have been to the same x-ray lab twice within a span of about 17-18 hours. The receptionist recognized me as "that guy here for a shoulder x-ray last night and do you need to get another one of your shoulder and just how exactly did you go from shoulder to foot in such a short period of time are they connected somehow or are you just an idiot..." and so on.
God, felt like such a tool.
So, here I am with a tensor bandage and an ice pack and some crutches (and an honest-to-god doctor's note. Don't think I have ever had to get one of those before). Basically everything you'd get for something like this short of an actual cast. Hopefully it gets easier to walk soon. Crutches are obnoxious.


Monday, March 16, 2009

Doctor Spaceman!

Well, as I dislocated my shoulder last friday.. did I write about that? I think I did.. I went to go get it checked out today. Well, I haven't had a doctor since I was a little kid other that diabetes related ones, but I had been meaning to go see my dad's doctor and sign on with that guy for regular check-ups and so this seemed a perfect opportunity to go over and do just that (two birds and all that..).
My dad's doctor is awesome (I had been to see him once before but this was years ago). He's a good doctor - which I fucking expect, but he's also just a nice guy. My dad always refers to him as "my buddy Renceford" and I guess he's my buddy Renceford too now.
Anyways, had a quick chat with him, everything is probably fine. I'mma go get an x-ray of it tommorow just to be sure it's nothing long term, but all seems good.
Way ta go arm.. you're fuckin hardcore.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

..but why is it called trainspotting?

Music: TV on the Radio

Just finished watching Trainspotting - a movie that I have been meaning to watch for years and in fact a large assortment of people have been telling me to watch it and being shocked when I say I have never seen it - and that's a pretty damn fine movie. I don't get why it is called Trainspotting, though.
..well, actually, that isn't qute true.
I didn't know, so I went and looked it up and found out that it is called that because in the book that it is based off of, and old drunkard asks a couple of them in they are trainspotting while they are actually using the train station as a toilet. Yeah. Also, the old guy aparently turned out to be Begbie's estranged father. So, it is named after the book it is based upon which took it's name solely from one passing comment in one unlikely scene that didn't actually get included into the movie.
What a roundabout name.

Still sweet movie all round. Fuckin accent's, man. So hard to catch stuff - especially Spud's lines.

Was expecting them to round up the plotline with Diane a bit more (or at all), but who knows.. maybe they do in the book and decided to just, y'know, not finish that bit in the movie...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Who watches the movie?

Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Quixoticelixir is my current favourite song)

Saw Watchmen with some friends friday evening. It had some pretty high hopes to live up to - and it did.. pretty damn well. I had issues with it, but the book itself is so freaking good and difficult to transform into a different medium that i think they did a damn fine job. My main problem with it was the soundtrack. Now, all of the songs were wicked - for the most part original versions or covers of 70's or 80's classic rock stuff - but other than a few examples they usually didn't fit with the scenes and they certainly didn't fit with each other. It was one of the most incohesive soundtracks I have heard. Good songs though.
The opening montage during the title credits alone was worth the price of admission, though. That was fantastically done - I love movies with cool credits.
And Rorschachs outfit (basically his mask) was perfect.
And great casting (for the most part. Laurie and Veidt coulda been better, but they were alright for the characters)

And I love how even though they didn't have the squid, they managed to put in an homage to it in the form of a briefly visible acronym S.Q.U.I.D. on the control screens for Veidt's machine framing John.

You gotta have the squid.. dammit..

Friday, March 13, 2009

Why arm no werk?

Music: Penny Arcade podcast

So, this will be a short post as typing is no good right now for reasons I am about to explain.
Somehow this morning I managed to dislocate my own shoulder.. yes, that's right. Dislocated my own shoulder. Now, it's not like it came out and then someone had to come over and force it back in or anything. It popped back in by itself, sat down in the back for a bit (I was at work) and then went home. The stupiddest thng about all this is what happened to cause this.. I was stretching because my arm and shoulder and back were all sore because i had slept on them weird (due to going to sleep drunk on wednesday), just trying to stretch my arm out a bit, then all of a sudden there was a sickening pop, my arm lengthened a bit, and the whole arm rotated ninety degrees at the shoulder.
Then it went back in and everything was very painful for the next while.

Although if my shoulder hadn't popped back in by itself, I am pretty sure I know how to do it and could either explain to someone or do it myself. I think..

I have never actually had to try it...

Thursday, March 12, 2009


Uuugh, My head hurts and I am going to sleep. I know that this isn't really a decent length for a post, but it is bed time. I may or may not make a double post some day over the weekend, or do an extra length one or something.
But for now, piss off.. or well, I guess it's me that's leaving, but whatever...

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Wednesday is the new Thursday is the new Friday

Music: Penny Arcade podcast

So, just got in from going out for "a beer" with Krista. Ended up being a beer/wine, some food, and 3 martini's apeice (curse you martini wednesdays! ... you'd really expect martini mondays or something. Alliteration often tests well with the focus groups). Well, now here I am getting in at 1:00 on a wednesday with several hefty martinis in me on a wednesday - well I guess thursday now, whatevs.
I was drinking something.. can't remember the names - it was like a warna warrior or some stupid-assed name. The thing should been called an angry smurf in my opinion (it was bright blue). In fact, I want to create an Angry Smurf drink now. Gotta go get a bottle of blue curacao.
I love coloured mixed drinks. I am a fan of mixed drinks, period. But brightly coloured ones are extra awesome. The kinda ones where the colour isn't just a side effect of the drink (like all of those clear/brown/pinkish/red/whatever drinks), but is actually a part of the drink. Blue and purple especially rock.

Especially purple ones.

God, I gotta go sleep. Latez..

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Haagen days

Music: Vinicion Capossela

Haagen Dazs may be the finest ice cream availiable from grocery stores. You can get better stuff at certain ice cream shops *cough* St. Clair's *cough* but as far as stuff commercially availiable in grocery stores, it's haagen dazs all the way. That shit is the shit. Unfortunately what I am currently eating in strawberry. Now don't get me wrong, I like their strawberry, and I would probably like all their other crazy "New Flavour"s if I were ever to actually try those new flavour, but really, it's all about plain old chocolate, and plain old coffee.
The two classics. They're just so good.
God, now I wish I had some of those even thought I am eating ice cream as we speak.. well, as I speak I guess really. But, to my sorrow, when I decided to get some haagen dazs the other week (I shouwed remarkable restraint in having it last this long) they were out of both chocolate and coffee. They had everything else, but not those two.

Don't that just suck.

Maybe I'll get some next time I go shopping.. no, be strong.. wait a bit at least.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Sex? How many is best (I'm talking about genetics you pervs)

Music: Os Mutantes (heh, apropriate)

So, I was just over at the parent's house having dinner and watching firefly as we do every monday (and by every I mean two of the last three mondays and one sunday), and a large part of our dinner time conversation was about getic evolution and specifically why it is advantageous to have two sexes instead of just one or three or more.
No shit.
The conversation just naturally turned to that.
I think it start talking about internet memes, then that went to how Darwin came up with the term meme, and that led to why certain traits get involved. Then we talked about computer simulations to demonstrate evolution and how if they are just a couple simple rules, they then follow the same basic paths of cells and develope new traits and even organisms. And they will even change from asexual creatures to ones with two distinct sexes. But we couldn't think of why.
At first.
We could understand that more than one sex is better than just asexual reproduction. But we couldn't think of why two sexes is better than three (and it would seem that way cause there are no trisexual organisms), or even for that matter why there are both male and female sexes in many species. Why was this better than having two equal creatures that still shared they DNA without having one male and one female organism. But then I think we managed to work it out.
If there are two creatures involved in mating, one of them must be the one to give birth - but which one? The one that gives birth has a higher mortality rate, but it would stay evenly split until some started to mutate a trait that cause them to be less likely to be the childbearer. We'll call this the male (although at this point is is still childbearing, just less likely to do so). Since the male is less likely to bear the child, it has a higher survival rate and will over time become more and more likely to be the non-childbearing parent until eventually it will just is no longer able to bear children. This mutation would be so succesful compared to the child bearing parent that the concentration of non-childbearers would grow higher and higher compared to the childbearers. To a point.
Eventually there would be so many "males" compared to "females" that the males would start to decrease in population as there are too many compared to childbearing females to pass on the male's genes. The population would waver back and forth until it eventually reached an optimum equilibrium point and they balanced out. So, a male by itself would thrive as a sex, only so long as there are still enough females there to give birth to new males. It eventually forms a symbiotic/parasitic relationship between the two sexes.
And so now I am done with my crazy evolution blathering. If you enjoyed it, good for you. If you didn't well, you coulda left, so whatevs.

... man, krista is totally not gonna let the fact that I just refered to males as parasitic go.

Assuming she read all the way to the end. We shall see...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Dats and cogs

Music: The Mountain Goats (I just discovered these guys and they are wicked. Really liking em so far)

Rain, rain, go away.... seriously, piss off.
Not a fan of rain. Well, that's not quite true. I do like rain in the summer or late spring when it is warm and when I am out there by choice and can go in when I want. I like big honking thunderstorms when watched from indoors. I love rain in the summer when I am at the cottage and swimming - if you have never swum in a lake in the rain, you gotta go try it, but not when there is thunder. Unless I don't like you. If that's the case, go nuts.
I do not like the rain when it is cold rain.
I do not like the rain when I have to walk somewhere in it.
Guess which ones happened tonight... warm and voluntary? Congratulations, you win a slap in the face for being a dumbass. Somebody slap this waste of skin.
I am inside and dry now (no shit, Arthur, really? you mean you aren't blogging out in the rain?) shut the hell up, me. Hopefully this week will have some nice warm and dry weather and I can get some more nice long walks in - maybe even some running.

God, I am so out of shape. Gotta do something about that.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Nom nom nom nom

Wee, given that I just drank a bottle of wine, I am going to write this like Krista (he he he, sorry k).
saturday night.. alone here in my place.. kinda wished that I had gone out today... had a bunch of sort of plans made... different plans, different groups of people... none of them happenend.. people were busy, people didn't want to do stuff... it's raining and I don't want to walk in the rain... don't wan't to stand around waiting for buses in rain... don't want either....
writting like people is tough.. why did I decide to do this.. should just write like me.. no.. screw that.. gonna keep writting stuff that just comes in my head.. bet if K were writting this it'd say boys are dumb or something like that by now...
mmm wine... I feel all nice and warm inside right now.. stupid high tolerance.. I wish I could get drunk easier.. had most of a bottle and I am barely even on my way to drunk... even tipsy is an exaggeration... curse you english and irish and scottish people.. wait, that's me.. curse you, me!!!
god this is so.. random? does random work.. I wonder how long I should write for.. ah bugger this, I'm going to bed or something... go read a book or whatever the kids are doing these days...

boys are dumb.... dammit

Friday, March 6, 2009

Oh my god! They're everywhere

So, The other day I was talking with a friend at work and for some reason the suggestion came up of making a giant army of clones of her - but not like obedient mind controlled clones. Just free-willed copies wandering the city by the hundreds. Of course though, then you wind up with crowds of.. y'know, I think I will use Krista's system of nicknames for people I write about in here.
Crap. This then means that I am talking about an army of cloned Dopples running around.
Heh, dopple dopples...
Anyways, then you have hordes of dopple clones hanging around on street corners all over the city bein all sassy and sarcastic. It'd just be too much to take. Just so many of em. This'd then lead to her having to gather the dopples that she trusted to go form a secret guerrila vigilante group to fight off the other dopples. But how would you tell them apart? They could all be slightly different. Like one is louder, and one likes the colour blue, and one is more timid, and one is even sassier then the template. Kinda like a set of personality trait sliders for each of em.
Then she started saying that there'd need to be an equal number of krista clones, but that is just a terrifying thought. So much snarky sarcasm. The city just couldn't take it. Besides, the krista clones'd totally fight each other until one'd take over and subjugate all the others and stand around drinking coffee with one hand and taking the coffees of other krista's with the other and ordering some more timid kristas to hold all the spoils of war she'd taken off of the others.
God, clones get confusing.

If there was a clone army of me, I don't think we'd fight or really do all that much. Just kinda kickin back and occasionally heckling passerbys.

Oh, and eating all the candy in the city.

They'd have to airdrop more in to placate us...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Vampires are weird

So, just started watching this Tru Blood show on the recomendation of my cousin.
Two episodes in and so far I am loving it. The characters are all cool, fleshed out and well played and there's lots of variation in them while still all being consistent to the show and setting. Concept is a neat one and they seem to be bringing up some good ideas and points. Only real complaint is that, so far at least, all of the vampires except for the main one all just seem like classic "ooh, look at us, we are gothy and spooky" charicatures of themselves. But this is a minor thing that I bet will improve later as more are introduced. But loving it so far.

Also, main character is Anna Paquin, and that's never a problem.

She's fucking gorgeous, and that accent... ahh, wonderful.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Comence mit ze shooting!

Heh heh heh... german is such a funny language.

I need to go out and do stuff more often. I am spending way too many of my evenings and weekends just sitting here in my apartement. And, yes, it has been cold and I sometimes blame that. And yes, recently lots of my friends have been really busy/unavaliable/lazy/whatevs and I blame that too sometimes (probably more often). And yes these are both legitimate problems in the way of going out and doing stuff, but the truth is that a lot of the time I just don't go out.
Just me.
It's not the cold or lake of other people.
If I really wanted to, I could always just go out and do something myself. There is nothing stopping me from doing that. Except for the fact that I have become a lazy shut=in for a large part and will just not get around to doing anything. And this shit has got to stop.
I need to go do stuff. Emphasis on the "I" part.

Now, let's see if I actually follow my own advice.

God knows I ignore it a lot...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Music: The Minutemen

So, for those who don't know, A few years ago I was off at university - McMaster to be exact - studying engineering. For all of one year. I needed to pick something (well, figured that I did) and engineering seemed like a thing that could fit with me.
It didn't.
Couldn't stand most of my courses. Not that can't do it, I just don't and the way that they teach stuff is a) not how I learn, and b) not something that can motivate me to try to work (the methods of most teachers don't work for me). So, I didn't do much work, didn't learn stuff and got mostly passes, but nothing great. Now, some of this can be atributed to the fact that just dislike the classroom setting and loath the lecture hall - school isn't really my thing. The fact that I only actually intrinsicaly enjoyed one of my courses for itself was not a good sign. I think a lot of it is just that the program wasn't what I wanted to do after all. I keep thinking that I need to go back to school at some point, but can never think of what I would want to do.
A few weeks back, while getting a ride home from dinner at my parent's with a friend of the family's, she metioned that maybe I should think of going into library science (I think it's actually called information science or something - basically librarian stuff). Now this seemed to me to just be another person saying that "I should think of their field, it's really quite fascinating, don'cha think". But the more I think about it, the more it occurs that this could actually be a pretty decent match. Enough that I may do a little researchin into what is involved in the whole program and all.
Who knows. Could be cool.

.. well, maybe not cool as such, but interesting at least.

Monday, March 2, 2009

A glitch in the matrix

Music: Neko Case

Wll, I returned from dinner and Firefly at my parent's last night (and dinner was excellent, thank you for asking), and lo and behold my internet was dead. Totally dead, done and kaput. Nothing there. Tried all the standard things, and none of it did andything. And since it was late and I was all full of coconut chicken, I decided that I would just go to bed and the blog could wait til morning - assuming the tubes were back up.
They were.
I am not going to do an extra to make up for it, because.. um.. I don't want to. I got home from work today and this involved a whole bunch of waiting in blistering cold for streetcars and buses. Hell, it was even cold all day at work. Rediculously so. I have gone all of this winter never being too cold, but I guess my mind and body figured that we were done with massive cold snaps for the year and that it would be safe to get into a spring mindset. I mean, it is March.
Fuck you, Canada. Fuck you.
I normally love you so much, and actually totally love your cold (most of the time), but cut this shit out. Enough already.

Seriously, brah.

(that one's for you, Krista)

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Twenty twenty twenty twenty hours to goooo... or did go i guess

Well, I think I need to go get some shuteye. Freaking waking up at 4 in the morning. Hopefully I manage to sleep to a more reasonable hour tonight. But we shall see.
Had a pretty good day though. Just got back from having such Rockwelly wholesome evening. Was over at a friend's family's place playing board games and having like pork chops and baked potatoes and salad and whatnot. Such a classic dinner and activity combo. And tommorow I go to have dinner with my parents and extended family and possibly play more board games or watch a movie or something. I feel so picket fence-y.

I like board games...


Music: (total silence - it's 5:30 in the morning)

So, I woke up at 5:00 today. I had been doing this almost every day about 2 weeks ago (not intentionally) and had kind of just assumed that it was because I had started drinking coffee regularly and that had screwed with my sleep patterns. Not so sure now. I haven't drunk any coffee in about a week, week and a half (except for a single espresso on monday), but lo and behold, here I am, totally awake at five in the morning on saturday.
What. The. Fuck.
Seriously, why am I so awake.
Well, I won't be able to get back to sleep at this point - at least not immediately. I actually woke up quite a bit before this (maybe like 4 - I didn't look at the clock) and went back to sleep until now. Won't be able to do that again. At least for now.
I could go for a walk, which is very tempting (I like walking around neighborhoods in the early morning when it's totally quiet and everything is just waking up for the day. Cons of this plan - it's cold, and I would have to get dressed (at least I probably should. Not strictly required).
Or I could have a bit to eat and watch some tv or a movie or something until I feel drowsy enough to sleep again. Well.. the walk plan is really tempting.. not sure if I can bring myself to do it though.
Not sure whether I am hoping that the whole waking up way early thing is cause by the drinking coffee or not. I kind of hope so, cause otherwise this means that I just wake up at 4-5 in the morning for no reason in particular.
And that means I am developing my mom's sleeping pattern (she does this like every day).
And I would not be looking forwards to that.
We shall see.

crap.. this could potentially suck...

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Like the gaze of Satan himself (if, y'know, he was a 70 year old woman)

Music: Garbage

Wow. I just got back from getting some groceries and there was this woman at the store. Old lady, prolly 60's to 70's somewhere, with the most horrible soul-withering glare. Hell, even her whole look and everything about her. There was just something. I swear, if we were to follow her, she eats babies.
Probably adults too.
Maybe unicorns. And puppies.
And unipuppies.
oookay..... enough of that.
But seriously, everything about her just looked so horrible and evil. And after seeing her and deciding all of this, I kept running into her all over the store. She was even waking very uncomfortably close behind me for about and aisle and a half - and grocery store aisles are big.
Fortunately I made it out unscathed, but I worry for the safety of our town and all those in it.

Especially the unipuppies.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tumpety Tum

Hmm.. well, don't really have anything to talk about at the moment. I kind of just cane home from work today, had some dinner, watched some tv, read a bit, and now I am really tired and gonna go to sleep. I had intended to stop and think for a while about what to write about cause I couldn't think of a topic, but screw that noise - I'm going to bed.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Critical Insight

Music: none (watching dollhouse ep 2)

So, just watching the second episode of this new Wheddon show Dollhouse. Not quite sure my opinion on the show yet, though. Concept is interesting but has many potential holes in it - although any new sci-fi concept has holes when it is first introduced that then get explained around later once they get to appropriate episodes. It seems pretty cool but I think a lot of it will come down to whether they just play it as an action sci-fi conspiracy show, or if they use the ripe controversial topic, core to the show, of memory/personality construction/manipulation to actually say something about nature of though and conciousness, free will, rights comparisons to slaves/indentured servants, etc. and spark some discourse. So far it seems like a cool action sci-fi show with some nice action sequences that seems mostly a vehicle for putting Elisa Dushku in as many sexy/revealing/not-actually-anything outfits as posible. Not that I would complain about this - she's hot - but this makes nice icing on a show, but is not sufficient to actually carry a show as a "concept".
At least the show has a pretty sweet cast. Fred from Angel, Helo from Battlestar, obnoxious captain guy from Matrix 2 and 3, awesome british lawyer from BSG/Badger from Firefly (having him appear was an awesome surprise - that guy rocks).

We shall see. Only two episodes so far. Hopefully it's not cancelled too quickly.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Mondays now = cool

Music: Our Lady Peace

So, just returned from having dinner with my parents over at their place. I had a good fun talk with my dad while we waited for my mom to get home (about rocks, crystals and the natural occurence of patterns and symmetry in nature - yeah, we're nerds, get over it). Then we had a nice meal of some lightly broiled salmon with a chutney-like mango-ginger sauce she made, and some rice, portebello's and a nice gvertzdeminer (oh god, no way did I spell that right).
Then we started to watch Firefly. Now, I love this show and have been meaning to show it to my mom for awhile now. I was almost certain she'd like it too, but was not so sure as to whether my dad'd like it too. Turns out he does (or at least like having me come by to watch movies and have dinner with hime more often. I think he sometimes feels left out by mine and my mom's movie nights). Either way, for the next few weeks until we finish the show, we now have a new regular minday thing - dinner and Firefly.

Good times were had by all. Huzzah!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Mmmmmm... stew

Music: Penny Arcade podcast

I do sure love me some food. As I do most sunday evenings, I have just come from my grandmother's house a little bit across town where I hung out with a bunch of my extended family and had a delicious dinner. My family (my mom's side, the Potts side) has a long-standing tradition of sunday dinner. For a while, during my childhood, it was sunday brunch but it reverted to dinner at some point. Currently this is such a fantastically nice thing due to my whole not living at home. Every other sunday I go to my parent's place and have dinner with them, usually my sisters and grandmother, and occasionally some family friends. We hand out, eat, talk and usually after will watch some movie or play some game, like scrabble or whatnot.
On the alternating sundays, it takes place at my grandmother's house instead, and usually in attendance are some combination of my parent's and sisters and a small to large assortment of aunts, uncles and cousins. It is great to still get to see them all on a regular basis still even though all my cousins and I are growing up and moving here or there around the city.
And of course the food. My grandmother is a fantastic cook. And my mom and my uncle Rolf are also great and the dinners usually act as a sort of unnoficial pot-luck. Nana will make a meal and some number of other dishes will be brought by others. For example, today's dinner included such things as waldorf salad, spinach pies, roast potatoes and other vegetables, devilled egges with a cheese sauce, pasta and tomatoes, rolls, ice cream for dessert and the main course.. beef stew. Beef stew that I now have a container of in my fridge.
Left-overs might be one of the greatest concepts to ever have been come up with.
And now I must depart to go sleep off this meal.
See you when I finish hibernating.. in like 8 hours.

Stupid work.. I'll teach you to interrupt my hibernation.. razzle frazzle..

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Saturday? More like sucker-day.. or um yeah..

Music: Detektivbyran

I don't know why, but all of today has just totally sucked. Seriously, start-to-finish lame. My health has been all off, but I don't think I am sick (it feels like my blood sugars are screwy, but they don't seem to be if I test, so...), but it means I have felt tired and crappy and listless all goddam day. and I think that a lot of it is a mix of the not feeling good, the weather and the not leaving the house all day, but I was just feeling really mopy and kinda depressed for a large part of the afternoon. Just kind of thinking about the current state of my life, where I am, where I'm going, comparing myself to other people...
Just random shit like that brought on by my mind over thinking everything as it does a lot (and pisses me the hell off, cause I can't stop it).
Eh, enough whinning. I will feel much better tommorow. I'll go out and do stuff in the morning and even if I don't, I have dinner with the family at my grandmother's to look forwards to.
Yeah, much better. Let's think about all that instead.

Sunday ho!

Seriously, bro

Music: Cranberries

I love cartoons, they're so freaking awesome. The ones intended for adults and the ones meant for kids. They're just so just so much fun. Like right no the show I am currently watching through is Kim Possible. Yeah, it's a Disney channel show intended for kids, but it's totally wicked. The show has wicked characters and is really funny.
Let's see, other cartoons...
- Venture Brothers (not as well known as others, but c'mon - it's a parody rippin on adventure shows and superheroes, is full of mad scientists and makes fun of everything from Scooby doo to the Fantastic Four)
- Robot Chicken (this may be one of the funniest shows ever. It's very hit and miss, but when it hits.. good god y'all)
- South Park (I just recently watched through the whole series, start to finish, all 11 or whatever seasons)
- Simpsons (not great at the moment - I think they are getting tired - but during the seasons they are on, they are really on. I mean, just think of how many people quote from thewm on a regular basis)
- Family Guy (well, of course. This show just rocks - when it isn't being repetetive and predictable)
- Star Wars Clone Wars (I had my doubts that this show would be any good, but give it a chance. It's pretty decent)
- Drawn Together (I like this show sometimes - when it's funny, it's really funny, but when it's not it's just really stupid and offensive)
- Batman, Superman, Batman Beyond, Spiderman, X-Men (these are actually pretty good, especially Batman and Spiderman. It's really cool to see the catroon's take on everything. And the art direction in Batman Beyond is sweet)

And of course the classic old and really old cartoons like Bugs and Daffy and all them, Animaniacs, Pinky and the Brain, Popeye, Betty Boop and crazy way old cartoons, but I'll go into those another day cause this post is a long enough list already.

Thursday, February 19, 2009


This totally sucks. I don't know what the hel is going on, but all evening I have been feeling like total crap. Mostly I think it's that my blood sugars are being all haywire tonight for some reason, leading me to feel shitty and dehydrated and making me fall restlessly asleep at random intervals.
Screw this crap. I am having more insulin and going to bed.
This is all the blogging you get for now.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


(not sure why the title is Shazam! really, just seemed like the thing to do)

Music: Santogold

Why won't this damned cold go away? I have avoided or just kicked the microscopic asses of all illnesses to come near me all winter and I always tell people that "I just don't get sick", which is basically true. I guess my body just fights off sickness really well, and I also take care of myself pretty well whenever I feel some sickness coming on. No medicine or any of that - I just get lots of rest, live off soup for a large part, drink buckets of fluids to drown the germs and just keep on with my normal life as usual. Oh.
There's your problem right there.
I felt something coming on friday evening, but instead of resting and taking it easy, I went off drinking and then waited in the cold for a bus for like 40 minutes. And then proceeded to go out and do stuff every day and night of the long weekend. Guess I know why I haven't kicked this cold yet.
Guess it's my fault.

.... screw that noise. Lets just blame someone else.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The name is Tevlin... Arthur Tevlin... nah, not as impressive

Music: none (watching Quantum of Solace)

The Bond movies may be of of the greatest film franchises going. Seriously, I freaking love these movies. I am a fan of action movies. I like crime movies. I like conspiracy movies. I like movies filled with crazy gadgets. I like people making witty quips while fighting. I like movies set in Britain or focusing around brits. I love evil masterminds with huge elaborate take-over-and/or-destroy-the-world schemes (especially mad scientists).
Bond has all of these.
Sure, it has it's hits and misses and some of the guys playing Bond are not nearly as good as the others, but the thing as a whole is fantastic. Now, any time I would have a conversation with someone about who the best bond was, my answer would always be a very quick "Connery, of course. are you crazy? Who else could you pick." And I would usually vote Pierce Brosnan as second, followed possibly by Roger Moore.
With the most recent two, however, Daniel Craig has kicked the crap out of Brosnan and all the others, and with now having watched Quantum, I think that I have to reluctantly place him above Mr. Connery (sad though it may make me). I also totally love having Judy Dench as M. She is fantastic and Dench is amazind in everything.
Brosnan himself actually kind of bugs me in all of his movies, but everything else about them is so good that I place the Brosnan Bond movies so high despite not actually liking him much.

And especially above all, Sean Bean as Alec Trevalyan in GoldenEye is without a doubt the greatest Bond villain to date. I hope they do manage to surpass him someday, but I really doubt it.

He's just too much concentrated awesome.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Happy.. umm.. this needs a better name

Music: MF Doom

[the following takess place between the hours of 8 and 9, monday morning. Internet connection issues]

God bless newly created arbitrary holidays. This just seems like such a funny day. It was come up with what, last year? The year before? And I can't recall hearing if there was any reason given for coming up with it, other than just "we need a holidy in February, my good man" "well that's just a jolly splendid idea old chap" "quite. Let us go have some tea and biscuits now".
Aparently the Canadian government is still British. Not quite sure why that is, but can't really argue with the fevered rantings of my hands.
Still, not complaining - more holidays are always welcome. I am now of to go meet some of the guys for brunch downtown and a nice little family restaurant/diner called Daybreak. I thoroughly reccomend it. Especially the bagel with cream cheese and lox, or the old macdonalds farm omelet - piles and piles of bacon and sausage. I'm prolly going to get that. I feel in the mood for coffee and breakfast meats and some marmalade on toast, I believe.

om nom nom nom...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

You don't say... no, really

Music: Final Fantasy (the band, not the game)

So, I had this post planned that I was going to write here today (much earlier today, like yesterday almost), when a thought occured to me. Now, this doesn't happen very often, so I figured I should pay attention to it. It went thusly.
This blog is on the internet. Don't write this up here. any random people would see it.
Now this seemed quite a reasonable thought. Anything I write here is up on the interwebs and will stay here rolling around in the tubes out in plain view.
About two months ago, my wonderful Nana gave me and all the other Potts grandchildren (my mother's side of the family and the one I have the most contact with by far) each a nice daily agenda/diary/journal/what-have-you to write in. My Papa, her husband, used to keep one of these and wrote daily in them for several years. I have never been the journal keeping kind of person, but maybe I should be. For one thing, along with this blog, this gives me two seperate places to write in and give me at least a modicum of structure to hopefully keep me writting as much as possible. It also gives me a place to write rants or other more personal things that I would rather not have up her for all the internet crazies (no offense. well, maybe a little bit) to peruse.
Since I had recieved this book, I had not actually started to write in it. Until today when I had this thing that I had a need to write down and anchor it to a more concrete form, and the need to not place it here. So that goes into the book, and will I trust be joined in hopefully short order by other things. Writting will be split between here (which will remain daily) and the book which will daily have something, but as it is much more portable than a computer, will contain full-form writting, rough thoughts and ideas, and sketches (to hopefully help re-spark my drawing).
I posting that I wrote a rant, and then not posting it makes me tease, well then suck it up and quite whining. If you know me in person, the nask me and I might let you read the book, but for now it stays there.

And now we sleep for I have a brunch to go to at 10 tommorow. Latez.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

I just ate a reindeer

Music: Rilo Kiley

So, umm, yeah. Reindeer. The thought of it is kind of odd, mostly cause of the fact that we have such strong associations of childhood and santa connected to reindeer (eating santa would be weird - aside from the whole cannabalism angle, he'd prolly be really gristly). I mean, if you stop and think about it, it's really just another animal, but we have different attachments to different animals cause of previous events in life. I mean, if you grew up with a pet chicken I bet you probably wouldn't like eating chicken (or hell, maybe you'd like it more, who knows - people are messed up). And I have never even seen a reindeer, much less grown emotionally attached to one, but because of the saturation of santa storie in our culture aimed at children growing up, a love of reindeers is drilled into our minds.
But, hey, a finnish family who are friends of my dad's were visiting and we had brunch together and they had brought smoked reindeer with them among other things. And in Finland, noone thinks twice about eating reindeer. Other cultures, go figure. I bet they find many of out cultural quirks messed up. And good lord Canada is a strange place when looked at from the outside.
But we never notice it cause we live here. And so, I ate imported smoked reindeer for brunch.
And so, my Saturday got off to a strange start.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Dogs are stupid

Music: M.I.A. (yeah, I know, I am on an M.I.A. kick right now)

So, I just saw the funniest thing outside of my apartement coming home from work today. There was this woman walking a pair of little dogs. I don't think they were scotties, but whatever they were, it was a pair of shaggy little dogs on one of those leashes that is just one leash except for the last foor or two, so they are right next to each other. They're snuffling along doing doggy things when they come to a street pole and both walk past it.
On opposite sides of the pole.
They quickly reach they end of their awailiable leash and get yanked around the pole towards each other and then stop abruptly. And growl at each other. And then they just go at it.
So, I am standing there on the sidewalk, astounded at the sight of two shaggy little dogs just going crazy at each other, fighting and howling and, of course, tangling their leash up and wrapping it around the pole to the point that they are basically tied to the pole and each other, while this woman just stands there shocked.
She snaps out of it and pulls them apart and untangles the leash eventually, and the dogs calm down, but holy shit, it was funny to watch.

Well, I'm of to go drink my face off now.
Arthur out!

Oh. My God.

Music: M.I.A. (Paper Planes)

Okay, so this right here, this totally still counts as Thursday, right? Yeah, it does and the rest of you can all go get beaten with laser flowers if you don't like it. I can't believe I forgot to post last night (actually I definitely can), but I had been lying on my couch watching tv (well, computer, actually) and then fell asleep. And when I woke up at like 1 or so blogging was not even remotely on my mind - there was only sleep, food, pillows and for some reason tobogganing. Who knows.

So, anyways, what was I going to talk about yesterday... oh right, I couldn't think of anything to write about. That's why I was lying on the couch watching computer (and eating perogies). But I had just shortly before returned from getting concert tickets across town at rotate this (hmm.. prolly should have capitalized them.. oh well), so lets talk about concerts and by association, music.
I freaking love music, it's so fantastic. But live music (for most types, at least) is the best way to enjoy it. I love upbeat jump around music that you can dance to (as long as the crowd doesn't just stand around and not move *cough*mosttorontocrowds*cough*). I love really well played and melodic shows in seated theaters. I love crazy hyperactive moshing concerts (although mosh pits or the potential occurence of a mosh pit used to scare the ever-loving crap out of me. I used to be a really small guy and was afraid I'd get crushed). But mostly, I just plain love live music. It's the best way to see it - especially at outdoor shows - and you just feel not only more a part of the band and of the show and of the music, but there is an instant sense of comraderie with the crowd. Just the fact that you came here to this show cause you all love this music and have come to quietly enjoy the concert or to get crazy, jump around and fuck shit up - whatever the case may be.
Unless of course they are one of those lame crowds who go to rock shows and not only don't dance, but don't even move at all. Then everyone just feels awkward.

And as an apologie for being late with the post, have an awkward looking dinosaur.
Later Gators.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Curse you, fragile human biology!

Music: Rilo Kiley

Why, in the name of almighty Thor (or whoever the hell is in charge of the weather these days) is my apartement so gods damned hot? Seriously, I understand that it has become warmer (hence the rain), but it's not even mid February yet.
I get home from work today and the apartement is sweltering. So I go an turn my radiators off the remaining tiny fraction that I had them turned to during the cold snaps. It's still too hot. So, I open all of my windows up. Maybe this'll do something.
Hah, I can always dream I guess.
So I proceed to drink like 2 or 3 litres of cold water - not all at once, but over like an hour or two. No joy. This doesn't seem to do anything other than force me to go take a piss. Well, worth a try.
So, I am sitting here in my apartement, blogging in boxers (one of the primary reasons living alone rocks), and contemplating what the hell is causing this. Now either we are having a very unfeasibly hot heat wave (yeah, I know, possible, but unlikely), or else I think I just have a bit of a fever.
Well, given that everyone else at work has been sick a whole bunch (all winter, but especially right now), and that I was feeling all that great earlier today, I feel that this is probably just the form that my catching this flu is taking. All-in-all not too bad. Could be worse. Could be up-chucking right now.

Still, wish it wasn't so damned hot.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Music: uuugghh, no music, why am I up?

Blah. So I do not get this. At all.
For thew past two days I have been waking up way earlier than I would like to, and then I go back to sleep for another bit and when I wake up it's still earlier than I'd like but there's no way I'd actually get any more rest at this point, so I should probably get up and start going about my day now.
.... I seem to have switched tense somewhere mid scentence over there. Well, screw you, grammar-nazis. I am tired tired.
Why did I just type that twice? Why did I write this scentence about a typo instead of just deleting it? And that one too. Gah! Stop doing this. No you stop. Shut up brain, I'll totally punch you, I control the hands. I am the hands!


At least today I only woke up at 6:20, instead of like quarter to five like yesterday.

Monday, February 9, 2009


Music: Santogold

I discovered the other day that I am a fairly significant amount more overweight than I thought I was. I knew full well that I could stand to lose a few pounds (read: whole bunches). I love food and so eat a lot of it. And it is far easier (especially when cooking for one) to eat unhealthy food than to cook yourself a nice meal of stir fried tofu, veggies and whatever those crazy hippies are up to these days. And it is winter - ergo I do not have nearly as many simple ways to get daily exercise. So, due to all this I am overweight, out of shape and my cardio sucks big old monkey balls.
Just how it is.
I am not being all mopey and whiney and "oh I'm so fat and no one has ever really loved me in my whole... ooh, ice cream. nom nom nom nom...", I am just simply going through my current state of health and the basic reasons for it.
But as a start towards getting more regular exercise I planned to walk home from work instead of taking the bus from Broadview station, and as the weather and my fitness get better, to start walking larger and larger portions of it.
Now, as anyone who knows me can attest, I come up with ideas of "ooh, I should do this" or "I wish I could do that" or the ever popular "yeah, I've bee meaning to".
Lots of talk. Very little rock.
However in this case, there was some walk to go with the talk. So far I have done it 1 day out of one. Let's see how long I can keep this up before my mind wanders or I start making exceptions...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

On the plus side, there's a pie in my fridge...

Music - Coconut Records

So, the other night I went out drinking with some friends. It was quite a splendid evening all round if I do say so myself. Well, I didn't so much "go out" as go to one of their apartements so that we could all drink our faces off.
And hang out.
And chat.
And listen to music.
And dance to said music.
It was quite a fun evening, but the problematic part didn't come until very shortly after I left.
Let's set the scene. It's about 3-something in the morning. I am walking to the bus-stop with one of the aforementioned friends. I am at least slightly drunk. And we are walking up a ramp which is covered in ice. I think you can guess where this is going. Or at least you think you can.
We get a fairway up okay, when I then completely bail. Well, I have quite a bit of experience with falling, and so I have become quite good at it, or at least at the whole falling but not hurting myself part. This usually involves throwing my arms out to break my fall, and this all went fine.
Except my hand was in my pocket.
..... yeah, that's your problem right there.
I managed to not hurt myself, but in the process, punched my fist right through side of my coat.
I sewed it up, but it still looks a little odd (I am not a very good sewer.... seamster.... needleguy?) and I will probably just end up buying a new coat.


At least I have pie.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

it's not even a big deal

So, good lord. I have made a blog. I have always avoided getting one, but largely due to Krista ( starting one to get a place to put things up and get some practice and structure for writing, I cracked and made this. Well, this is all not entirely true. I had a livejournal some years back that I would use to post things I had drawn. So this is not really the first one.
Anyways, this is here now and I at the moment have very little idea what I will actually put up here. We shall see, though.