tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86585900151043770392024-03-13T02:08:16.715-07:00ceci ce n'est pas une blogArthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-42433096083012592552010-10-11T19:57:00.000-07:002010-10-11T20:28:51.311-07:00Basia BulatMusic: Basia Bulat - The Shore<br /><a href="http://www.blogotheque.net/Basia-Bulat,5264">http://www.blogotheque.net/Basia-Bulat,5264</a><br /><br />There are so many fantastic singers and musicians and songwriters out there that often some get overlooked and lost among the shuffle. It may be that you have heard of Basia Bulat and that she is much better known than I thought, but I do not think that that is the case - at least not for now. I had and album of hers before and had heard a few other songs, but I get so much music that often I will add something to my computer and then only ever listen to it once or sometimes not at all. I believe that was the case here.<br /><br />Then my sister played the link to this recording of hers and I was spellbound. The songs I had heard and then forgotten in passing came back to me and I immediately sought out whatever else of hers I could find. She has one of the purest and most beautifully haunting voices I have heard in a while. Her music ranges from orchestral to country and folk, all the while hitting gospel and several other types on the way.<br /><br />Among all of the great (and terrible) artists out there, Basia is one you should without a doubt be listening to. If you need convincing, listen to the performance of her song "the shore" through the link and then try to tell me I am wrong. Something in her voice just gets inside you and demands attention until it fades away.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-86859101057584250502010-09-23T04:16:00.000-07:002010-09-23T04:43:13.738-07:00The Theatre (of movies, not actual theatre)Music: happy the man (the cure)<br /><br />It's strange. I don't go to see movies in the theater that often. I will usually wait for them to come out later, rather than pay exhorbitant amounts to see them on a big screen. But for some reason, this summer has been different. Not only have I been to see four different movies in the theater over the past 3 months or so, but three of those movies, I went to see twice each.<br /><br />First there was Inception, which is one hell of a damn fine movie and if you haven't seen it yet, then go see it right now. Probably two or three times. Well, I was gonna try and get the guys to go see it one week back in July, but just before I could, they went and saw it while I was out of town camping. So, cause of this I then went to see it myself a few days later. Then, not two weeks later, my family went to go see it when my half-brother Stefan was in town, so I went to see it again.<br /><br />Then a few weeks later Scott Pilgrim came out. Now, this is one of my favourite comic series and even though I was a little reticent about Michael Cera playing Scott, of course I would go see it. However lots of people I know love it, so I ended up going to see it with my workies on the Saturday after it came out, and then with the guys the following tuesday. Then, on the friday, my other half-brother Tycho was in town and the two of us decided to go see a movie and have a guy's night. He hadn't see it yet, so Scott Pilgrim was the first choice, but it ended up being sold out so we went to see The Expendables instead. But I was this close ( ) to seeing it three times in the first week it was out. And all credit to Cera, he did a pretty decent job as Scott. The entire rest of the movie was phenomenally well cast, though, so he seems to not fit as well in comparisson.<br /><br />Now, as for the Expendables, that is such a bad piece of garbage dumb action movie, but goes almost far enough that I am not quite sure if it is funny-bad or just bad-bad. But this didn't stop me seeing it again. I was out getting dinner with the guys and they wanted to go see it, and I figured "eh, it's cheap movie tuesday, it's just four buck, why the hell not". and so even though I can't decide if I even like the movie or not, I ended up seeing it twice.<br /><br />The fourth movie was was brought all this up in my mind. Went to see Easy A a couple of days ago, and I am pretty much positive that I will end up seeing it again, maybe even two more times, it is just that damn good (although the expendables set the precedent that quality doesn't mean much for my watching habits, i guess).<br /><br />Gonna write up an actual review of Easy A tonight or tommorow, but for now, this is getting long enough.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-43169487400397490402010-09-20T20:38:00.000-07:002010-09-20T20:57:49.880-07:00win/win/winMusic: Dance Little Liar (the arctic monkeys)<br /><br />Went out saturday night with a bunch of friends and had one hell of a time. Well, they are a "bunch of friends" of mine now, but at the start of the evening I only knew two and had met another three or four a few times, and none of them very recently. It was a going away party for my old friends Mark and Cheryl who are taking off to England for a year so that Mark can do post-grad work and so that Cheryl can.. well.. be on vacation in England, basically. We used to be really really tight between 4 years ago and 2 years ago, but the thing is, we hadn't seen each other in nearly two years. When I got an invite to this on facebook I was quite surprised since we hadn't kept in touch, but figured that I would go to even just have a one night reunion before they took off. So what if I wouldn't know anyone else.<br /><br />Well, it was friggin' awesome. So glad that I did. Met something like 30 other friends of their's that had come to see them off and they are one hell of a bunch of people. It was a great time and now I know another 20 or 30 brand new amazingly interesting people. And sure, likely many of them I will not see again or at least not for a while, but if I stay in contact with even one of them, then that is a brand new friend, and making new friends gets harder and harder as you move through life. And even should I never see any of them again, then we all had a great night and that is all that even matters.<br /><br />So, whatever the outcome from it, the decision to go out and see them again is already thoughroughly in the "win" column and anything past this is just bonus.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-44182103628657589852010-09-18T05:57:00.000-07:002010-09-18T06:30:46.824-07:00Hey look, the blog is still here.So, just checked the last posted date and I can't believe that it back in july, and that was really only just a rant that I wrote because I needed to vent some anger. But that doesn't really count. So starting here on today, the 18th of September, that most auspicious of dates, we begin again and will try to keep up some semblance of continuous writing. Maybe we will try to make a bunch of posts about music and the new bands I find.<br /><br />Once more into the breach.<br /><br />Music: Like a hitman, like a dancer (A.C. Newman)<br /><br />Went and saw the New Pornographers a couple of months back and what a show that was. AC Newman and Neko Case were perfectly on form and the rest of the band were right up there with them, all throwing themselves into the performance one hundred percent.<br /><br />All except for Dan Bejar. He seemed to have decided that his role in the band should be that of the whiny, entittled diva. The show began and he was not there for the first few shows, but I neither really noticed nor minded all that much since I'm not that big a fan of his. Then one of his vocal songs was about to start, so he wandered (would shambled be more accurate?) onto stage and up to the mike and sung the song. And while he was singing, he was pretty decent, but the showmanship was non-existent.<br /><br />With his song finished, he grabbed his guitar and remained onstage to play rhythm guitar for the next song. At least supposedly. The entire song he spent with his back to the audience and for all we know he could have just be standing there moving his arms slightly and not actually playing anything. There was nop real way to tell since he woul moodily stand there facing the drums instead of the crowd of fans who are paying him to be here.<br /><br />Then he left the stage. After the one vocal and one song of guitar.<br /><br />He remained off stage for a song or three, and for the rest of the show followed this same pattern. He would lurk offstage for a few songs, then come out, sing one, play one, and then leave again like some moody guest artist who is deigning to do everyone else a favour by being there. Unbelievably unprofessional.<br /><br />Newman and Neko and the rest of the band, I still love you all and you totally rocked out the whole show even without him and reached such astonishing levels of excellence.<br /><br />But one fact remains.<br /><br />Dan Bejar is a Douche.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-59711346005161489642010-07-04T21:13:00.000-07:002010-07-04T21:25:15.140-07:00Dear World. Fuck OffMusic: Cheap like Sebastien (Apostle of Hustle) (on repeat to try and keep myself from smashing things)<br /><br />So, I just had a great weekend. Nice weather that was used to have a barbeque on the beach wich a bunch of friends, some of whom I haven't seen for a while on Saturday. And then today included pancakes, hanging out with friends, then going to see a weird-assed Akira Kurosawa movie with my mom and then going out for beer and really good pizza afterwards.<br /><br />Everything was awesome.<br /><br />Except that while watching the movie, some little bitch of a cancerous tumor on the world, came and clipped my bike lock with some bolt cutters and ran off with my bike which has had a lot of time and about $160 worth of parts and repairs put into it in the last few weeks. And there I was left. Standing on the curb without a bike but with a cut bike lock, almost wishing that I would find whoever took in standing around, if only so that I could beat them to death with the broken remnants of the lock.<br /><br />Probably best for us all that they were not around. I would likely regret that.<br /><br />....<br /><br />I have been noticing lately that I might have some anger issues.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-12480681148642052532010-04-09T16:33:00.000-07:002010-04-09T16:38:55.796-07:00This is why I can't have nice thingsMusic: Mogwai. Really loud Mogwai<br /><br />Well, damn.<br /><br />Evidently, Arthur loses at life. This sucks.<br /><br />Just got rejected for going to U of T next year, and now I have absolutely no idea what I am going to be doing . Well, aside from going and yelling (politely of course) at the registrar on monday. Seriously, I would alwasy tell people I didn't know if I would get in, to try and not get cocky and screw it up for myself, but I was always pretty confident that I would.<br /><br />Shows what the hell I know.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-83123710549051454742010-03-26T06:41:00.000-07:002010-03-26T06:47:43.810-07:00UuuuuuughMusic: Natureboy (they're really good - especially Heart to Fool)<br /><br />This is so much suck. Unbelievable quantities of suck. Woke up this morning with like stomach flu or food poisoning or some crap like that. Spent my first two or three hours up alternating between lying on the couch and hovering over the toilet bowl.<br /><br />If it's food poisoning, what the hell have I eaten recently that could have given me that?<br /><br />If it's flu (which I kinda doubt since I thought flu season was over by now mostly), then gahh! Stupid flu. Although, come to think of it, I did have a really long, involved and weird dream all last night that I kept thinking I was waking out of, only to still be in it over and over.<br /><br />Woah, maybe I was having crazy fever dreams?....Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-48925901376707256842010-03-24T04:06:00.000-07:002010-03-24T04:26:58.944-07:00Non-ResoluteMusic: the silence of the morning (maybe I should put something on)<br /><br />So, I never do new year's resolutions. Well, that's not entirely tre, I probably was told to make them on some years in the past when I was a kid - they seem to feel that this is another one of the yearly traditions that you should make kids take part in in elementary school. Making resolutions to improve yourself at this one specific part of the year that you don't really plan to keep, just cause all the other people are seems weird. But I don't currently, and haven't for years and never did when it was not up to me.<br /><br />Except...<br /><br />Second week of January, I joined a gym and have made myself rules about the minimum frrequency I am allowed to go to it - even have a gym pact with my friend Holly where if one of us misses a week, they owe the other lunch.<br /><br />And last week of December, I started trying to teach myself to play the piano. All throughout my childhood we had to learn one instrument or another and I often resented my parents for it. Since then I have on occasion decided "I am going to learn to play X", and would get hold of it, play for a couple of months or so and then stop. Except this time I seem more focused on it.<br /><br />But these are not new year's resolutions. Sure, They are things that I resolved to do. And they do all fall into similar groups to a lot of resolutions. And they both happened within two weeks of new years. But that was all totally coincidental. The gym membership was a gift for christmas, and piano playing motivation came from seeing my family a lot over the holidays. And since many of them play music and bust the instruments out at any large gathering, it was making me wish that I played an instrument again.<br /><br />So, aside from being at the same time as new years resolutions and having the same sort of content as new years resolutions, this was all just a fluke and most assuredly not a new years resolution.<br /><br />Definitely not.<br /><br />It was a fluke.<br /><br />I swear...Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-32771671783820816632010-03-20T12:59:00.000-07:002010-03-20T13:09:41.478-07:00Allons-y<div>Music: me bashing away at a piano hoping some semblance of music comes out. (it's nice to dream. one of these days it'll sound better)</div><div><br /></div>Hello citizens of Blogonia.<div><br /></div><div>Meant to do this a bit ago, but I am doing it now. Finally getting around to starting to write stuff up here again. I took a break of a while, then started a tumblr account instead, then discovered I don't really like tumblr and it has taken me this much time to get back to writing here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although, to be fair, I do have a fair bit of shit going on at the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Currently that involves the Plan(tm) to quit my job in the fall (or at least cut back hours to just a shift or two a week), and then go back to school full-time starting then. The Plan(tm) says U of T for physics or physics/comp-sci. </div><div><br /></div><div>So says the Plan(tm).</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course the Plan(tm) is still waiting on U of T telling me whether or not they are going to let me in or not. Here's hoping for yes. But if I do get a no, I feel that I should then still quit my job and do something nice and big to shake up my life. Cause I am very notorious for falling into ruts, and I think I feel one growing here.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need a change...</div>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-45573355920771302112009-08-12T21:38:00.000-07:002009-08-12T21:46:10.307-07:00OwwwwwwwwwwMusic: angry muttering... grumble grumble grumble...<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <holding> to punching someone in the throat.<br /><br />Well, probably not actually, but I did need to blast some music on my headphones for quite some time to calm myself down.<br /><br />..robble robble robble....Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-42223496799161489252009-08-09T18:10:00.000-07:002009-08-09T18:21:40.260-07:00Thor is angry with you Toronto... fear himMusic: Stars (calender girl is such an awesome song)<br /><br />Woo, okay, back to hopefully updating more often.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />Suck it!<br /><br />This rocks.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So for all of those anti-storm people, sit down, shut up and just enjoy it.<br /><br /><br />... 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...<br /><br />You've got crap aim, boy.<br /><br />(please don't smite me..)Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-2589192206083462742009-06-23T04:50:00.000-07:002009-06-23T05:02:28.027-07:00Motha FockMusic: Junior Mafia<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Well, onwards and upwards to phone numbah too!<br /><br />.. dammit.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-59005872045298433982009-06-15T21:48:00.000-07:002009-06-15T21:55:56.637-07:00God Fucking DammitMusic: none (see yelling)<br /><br />Graaaaaargh!<br />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.<br /><br />And promptly dropped it.<br /><br />Right in my fucking bowl of cornflakes and milk.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />dammit.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-75101447247616697132009-06-07T21:34:00.000-07:002009-06-07T21:45:05.379-07:00Fuckin ayMusic: Dinosaur Jr<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Damn good show all around if I do say so myself.<br /><br />And to think I was just planing to go to the pub with people...Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-35740533279700951282009-06-06T06:37:00.000-07:002009-06-06T06:44:37.276-07:00On another noteOh, hey, on an entirely different note,<br /><br />Happy Birthday Me!<br /><br />Going off to a "surprise" party <a href="http://www.kristaskene.blogspot.com/">Krista</a> is throwing me.<br />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.<br /><br />I had only planned to go to the bar with some people, but awesome.<br /><br />You rock Krista.<br /><br />..dammitArthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-44722851413763875592009-06-06T06:25:00.000-07:002009-06-06T06:37:17.250-07:00DiscosisMusic: Bran Van 3000<br /><br />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.<br />And this is just a damn shame.<br /><br />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.<br />Rock.. check.<br />Indie rock stuff.. check.<br />Hip hop.. check.<br />Electronic stuff.. check.<br />Really dancy songs.. check.<br />Mellow folky songs.. check.<br />Reggae.. yep, somma that too.<br /><br />And they pull them all off fantastically.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Mentok commands you to procede!Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-81155077627962168892009-06-04T22:17:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:26:21.538-07:00Kill a party, Ressurect itMusic: Jens Lekman<br /><br />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.<br /><br />BAM! Lets do this.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I AM A LOUD PERSON.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />.. or y'know, you can go to sleep too. It's not really all that crucial.<br /><br />Later.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-39636147573206672712009-05-16T02:53:00.000-07:002009-05-16T02:55:01.053-07:00Cottage, Ho!Aaaaaaaaaaaaand we're off.<br /><br />Aaaaaaaaaaaaand a thunderstorm just started.<br /><br />.. dammit.<br /><br />No, really. I don't care this wont change anything.<br /><br />.. dammitArthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-59877427390456206272009-05-04T21:19:00.000-07:002009-05-04T21:31:56.086-07:00Everywhere we goooo...Music: Otis Redding (he is the shit)<br /><br />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).<br />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...<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br />Veronica Mars<br />How I met your Mother<br />Buffy<br />Angel<br />Firefly<br />Chuck<br />Reaper<br />Dollhouse<br />Battlestar<br />Scrubs<br />The Guild<br />Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog<br />Family Guy<br />Robot Chicken<br />Heroes<br /><br />And well the list could go on and on, but I am f-en tired.<br />I will say this though. How I me your Mother and Veronica Mars have so many different people making appearances - it's madness.<br /><br />Also, most of these are at most 2 steps removed from Joss Wheddon, which is nuts - I mean the guy controls everything.<br /><br />And I have no problem with that.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-75640561837524742382009-04-19T22:10:00.000-07:002009-04-19T22:43:37.147-07:00For the consideration of othersMusic: David Bowie<br /><br />Graaaaaaaaaaaargh!<br /><br />Harggaaaaarghablarggh!<br /><br />..ookay.. let's give this a shot.<br /><br />The TTC is really starting to piss me off. Actually, they have pissed me off to varying extents for years. But more recently.<br />Much more.<br />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.<br />Such a thing happend to me. Tonight. About a half hour ago.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />And sat there.<br /> And sat there.<br /> 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.<br />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.<br />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?<br />Right?<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br />Did I mention that the bus driver rocketed straight through a red light at Mortimer - the largest intersection on my trip home?<br /><br />Fucking asshole clowns.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-358078180212078692009-04-18T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:49:14.538-07:00I don't know but I been told, every little thing been bought and soldMusic: Handsome Furs<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Not cool, dammit.<br /><br />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..<br />..rent<br />..food<br />..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)<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br />And that just sucks.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-91090023018559406052009-04-07T04:29:00.000-07:002009-04-07T04:38:32.324-07:00This is not funny to meSeriously. Fuck this weather. Fuck it hard.<br />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.<br />Yeah. If I could I would make April snowfalls get raped by meteor strikes in nature prison.<br />Woah.. what does that all even mean..<br />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.<br />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.<br />And it's really windy. Windy enough to knock the already wobbly cripple-me over if I am not careful while walking on ice.<br />So, maybe that first rant was harsh, but fuck it. This weather deserves it.<br /><br /><br />.. 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.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-24591737799146062452009-03-21T17:26:00.000-07:002009-03-21T18:12:28.572-07:00Damn you! It was earth all along... well, not reallyMusic: 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)<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />Well, mostly.<br /><br />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 <em>good</em> space opera. Bad ones suck *cough*andromeda*cough*).<br /><br />Crazy-assed space operas - you fucking rock.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-79543881103358983152009-03-19T16:25:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:45:36.958-07:00Gimps don't get slippersI 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.<br />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.<br /><br />Jerk.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658590015104377039.post-53270726660093531202009-03-18T12:33:00.000-07:002009-03-18T12:45:21.978-07:00Okay, seriously, I suckWhat the f? How the hell did I do this?<br />I got up this morning to get ready for work and then proceeded to fracture my foot.<br />How did I do this you ask?<br />Was I climbing a mountain?<br />Was I stunt biking?<br />Was I playing the sports?<br />Was I fighting a bear (or other sufficiently hardcore animal)?<br />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).<br />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.<br />God, felt like such a tool.<br />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.<br /><br />Dammit.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300980756748051944noreply@blogger.com3