someone sent me a bunch of rules and 2 really hit home. I share.
New Rule 1: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for
Weddings Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab.
Picking up the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you
isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule 2: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in
Months "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese.
And I didn't care in the first place.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Brought to you by the letter B
I'm sitting in the basement of the business building. i really just like saying basement of the business building because there just so many b's, you know? not like BEES bees but B's b's you know? like right after A? that would be funny if there were bee's in here. Probably we would get stung and run around and stuff. But hey, Free honey!
Did you know that google is hiring an average of ten new employees each business day? It's earned 7 billion dollars in the past year. I just thought everybody should know about this as you google your way through life..
The other day, a strange thing happened.. just let me tell you about it..
I was trying to use an expired bus ticket.
Normally what happens is usually one of the following:
1. bus drivers don't notice
2. bus drivers do notice and don't care
3. bus drivers do notice and care and then i pretend i didn't notice
This bus driver noticed. and cared. he waved me up to the front of the bus and started yelling at me about how much money people like me cost the city and how much ETS is subsidized by the blah blahs and the bling blings and people like me cause the problems of society.
He told me that my actions were so horifying that he was going to call SECURITY! (What the hell is bus security? Would they take me to bus jail? Would they black-bus-list me? If anybody knows more details of bus security, please feel free to fill me in)
In case you were wondering if this is a good way to start your day, it isn't. the bus had a bunch of people on it already, who I'm sure enjoyed his Spiel attacking me on a very personal level for my mistake. He asked me if my wrongdoings were some kind of "sick joke." I want to make it clear tht it wasn't some kind of sick joke. If I wanted to play a sick joke on anybody, I hope to God that it wouldn't be something as pathetic ripping off the city of Edmonton $1.60. There are sicker things to do.
I won't get into details, though. I think the motivation behind truly "sick jokes" are much harder to comprehend than a net financial gain of $1.60.
Meanwhile, while he was "teaching me a lesson" I tried to scrounge up the stupid bus fare. I only had $1.25, which for anybody who doesn't know, IS NOT ENOUGH MONEY TO TAKE THE BUS. So, I said "I only have $1.25 so I'll just walk." My eyes filled with tears and I ran home and got my bike. I rode to school (in a mini-skirt..which was really the only reason I wanted to take the bus in the first place, so everybody wouldn't be offended/distracted by my uncovered legs)
I thought maybe there was a memo about cracking down on idiots like me .. so all bus-drivers were going to collaborate and save the fricking world by making sure everybody PAYS. Except the same day, my roomate was let onto the bus for free, just for smiling at the bus driver. That bus driver must have missed the memo.
Just for the record, my bike ride to school was delightful. I rode on the SIDEWALKS with NO HELMET and I have NO BELL. I went out of my way to inconvenience PEOPLE WITH CARS and ASSHOLE BUS DRIVERS who are, for the most part, what makes society ILL.
No offense to people with cars.
Did you know that google is hiring an average of ten new employees each business day? It's earned 7 billion dollars in the past year. I just thought everybody should know about this as you google your way through life..
The other day, a strange thing happened.. just let me tell you about it..
I was trying to use an expired bus ticket.
Normally what happens is usually one of the following:
1. bus drivers don't notice
2. bus drivers do notice and don't care
3. bus drivers do notice and care and then i pretend i didn't notice
This bus driver noticed. and cared. he waved me up to the front of the bus and started yelling at me about how much money people like me cost the city and how much ETS is subsidized by the blah blahs and the bling blings and people like me cause the problems of society.
He told me that my actions were so horifying that he was going to call SECURITY! (What the hell is bus security? Would they take me to bus jail? Would they black-bus-list me? If anybody knows more details of bus security, please feel free to fill me in)
In case you were wondering if this is a good way to start your day, it isn't. the bus had a bunch of people on it already, who I'm sure enjoyed his Spiel attacking me on a very personal level for my mistake. He asked me if my wrongdoings were some kind of "sick joke." I want to make it clear tht it wasn't some kind of sick joke. If I wanted to play a sick joke on anybody, I hope to God that it wouldn't be something as pathetic ripping off the city of Edmonton $1.60. There are sicker things to do.
I won't get into details, though. I think the motivation behind truly "sick jokes" are much harder to comprehend than a net financial gain of $1.60.
Meanwhile, while he was "teaching me a lesson" I tried to scrounge up the stupid bus fare. I only had $1.25, which for anybody who doesn't know, IS NOT ENOUGH MONEY TO TAKE THE BUS. So, I said "I only have $1.25 so I'll just walk." My eyes filled with tears and I ran home and got my bike. I rode to school (in a mini-skirt..which was really the only reason I wanted to take the bus in the first place, so everybody wouldn't be offended/distracted by my uncovered legs)
I thought maybe there was a memo about cracking down on idiots like me .. so all bus-drivers were going to collaborate and save the fricking world by making sure everybody PAYS. Except the same day, my roomate was let onto the bus for free, just for smiling at the bus driver. That bus driver must have missed the memo.
Just for the record, my bike ride to school was delightful. I rode on the SIDEWALKS with NO HELMET and I have NO BELL. I went out of my way to inconvenience PEOPLE WITH CARS and ASSHOLE BUS DRIVERS who are, for the most part, what makes society ILL.
No offense to people with cars.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Dedicated to all Swedes stuck in Russian exclaves
What has the mirro's dent in society been lately? Pretty sure it's been nothing, actually. Well I only say this because it's such a huge dent that I can't even remember it. I had a lovely weekend, which was already 3 days ago. I learned how to bake bread, learned the secret ingredient in hummus, ate a pickled egg at the Strat, and I learned that honesty will get me further than all the pickled eggs you could fit in your backpack.
Speaking of honesty, I'd like to talk about my education now. Business School. It seems like in every class, they either emphasize that money should be a top priority in everybody's lives and/or make fun of hippies. Yeah yeah hippy's are funny. Especially the dirty ones. Or better yet the hippies-turned accountants living in Kitsilano. But they did alot of cool stuff, I mean they wanted some kind of restructuring of our society, and went about via drugs and free love (I wasn't born then, I don't really remember.)
So far the people i've met who use hippies as the scapegoat for all societies ills have probably never eaten/smoked/snorted any drugs or loved freely (feel FREEEEE to define love however you want, I don't think it matters) so really, can I trust somebody who is afraid to live to teach me what I should value in my life? How do you spell "amy is skeptical"?
How do the miserable people who will have more money than they could ever spend fit into this equation? Is their an equation for this? If you value something, and then you fill your life with it, shouldn't it all come together?
Not to mention people who make money by exploiting people (dangerous working conditions, low-pay, etc) and the environment (dirty air and water for example) .. and then they donate (ie write-off/put a happy notch in the public relations belt) a bunch of cash (CASH IS KING- I learned that today) to some charity, which supports underfed deformed asthmatic children of single mom's whose dads died in industrial accidents.. How selfless..
I'm also frightened of those who have copious amounts of dough who have no fashion sense whatsoever. I may or may not be referring to my teacher.
I'd like to conclude by saying that I am greedy too, and I pollute several times a day at least (maybe more). I also have no fashion sense. But at least I'm honest.
Speaking of honesty, I'd like to talk about my education now. Business School. It seems like in every class, they either emphasize that money should be a top priority in everybody's lives and/or make fun of hippies. Yeah yeah hippy's are funny. Especially the dirty ones. Or better yet the hippies-turned accountants living in Kitsilano. But they did alot of cool stuff, I mean they wanted some kind of restructuring of our society, and went about via drugs and free love (I wasn't born then, I don't really remember.)
So far the people i've met who use hippies as the scapegoat for all societies ills have probably never eaten/smoked/snorted any drugs or loved freely (feel FREEEEE to define love however you want, I don't think it matters) so really, can I trust somebody who is afraid to live to teach me what I should value in my life? How do you spell "amy is skeptical"?
How do the miserable people who will have more money than they could ever spend fit into this equation? Is their an equation for this? If you value something, and then you fill your life with it, shouldn't it all come together?
Not to mention people who make money by exploiting people (dangerous working conditions, low-pay, etc) and the environment (dirty air and water for example) .. and then they donate (ie write-off/put a happy notch in the public relations belt) a bunch of cash (CASH IS KING- I learned that today) to some charity, which supports underfed deformed asthmatic children of single mom's whose dads died in industrial accidents.. How selfless..
I'm also frightened of those who have copious amounts of dough who have no fashion sense whatsoever. I may or may not be referring to my teacher.
I'd like to conclude by saying that I am greedy too, and I pollute several times a day at least (maybe more). I also have no fashion sense. But at least I'm honest.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Friends n' roomies in IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it's that time of the year again. Time to get a sweater.
Or is it? Or would I? O. R. THEY? O.R. scrubs that is.
Well, in the last month or so, I don't really remember what has been going on.
But I know I've been pretty lucky. No rabbit feet, or Irish people. I haven't even been eating lucky charms. Mostly cause they're grose. So this luck must be.. .. .. I should really shut up about my luck. Maybe even "knock on wood". Cause this luck is free to expire at any given moment..
Our apartment is starting to feel like a "home", and I'm excited about my roomate and I as a unit again, and how we're gonna find our balance for the upcoming months.. or years.. who knows really? NOt me! Her health is normal today, which is quite refreshing.
I'm in school again too! I took two years away from the official studies to pursue other endeavors, like making money by sitting in front of a computer and bumming around other parts of the planet. I figure the majority of the world doesn't have the opportunity to learn to read, never mind go to such a prestigious Univeristy (HA HA AHAHAHAHA)
And if you consider the women who have this chance, the numbers are even smaller. So I'm lucky to be supported by my family, society and my government to pursue "higher education," Even if I don't give a rip about accounting or business statistics. Being in school means no working full-time. All I have to say about that is this:
"sign me up"
I realized once again that I have wonderful parents, who are supportive of my decisions concerning the colour of our bathroom. My mom is painting it as we speak. Overall, I'm excited about this, except the smell is making me want to wak wak. (wak wak is nepalese for barf) should have opted for the no VOC paint.
Also, Elliot Smith is amazing, in case anybody was like "Is Elliot Smith amazing" Yes. Yes he is. Maybe even cooler than Winston Churchill. Or Jackie Onassis. Not sure though. I suspect one of these wore more Chanel. And tweed. .. .. .. ..
Or is it? Or would I? O. R. THEY? O.R. scrubs that is.
Well, in the last month or so, I don't really remember what has been going on.
But I know I've been pretty lucky. No rabbit feet, or Irish people. I haven't even been eating lucky charms. Mostly cause they're grose. So this luck must be.. .. .. I should really shut up about my luck. Maybe even "knock on wood". Cause this luck is free to expire at any given moment..
Our apartment is starting to feel like a "home", and I'm excited about my roomate and I as a unit again, and how we're gonna find our balance for the upcoming months.. or years.. who knows really? NOt me! Her health is normal today, which is quite refreshing.
I'm in school again too! I took two years away from the official studies to pursue other endeavors, like making money by sitting in front of a computer and bumming around other parts of the planet. I figure the majority of the world doesn't have the opportunity to learn to read, never mind go to such a prestigious Univeristy (HA HA AHAHAHAHA)
And if you consider the women who have this chance, the numbers are even smaller. So I'm lucky to be supported by my family, society and my government to pursue "higher education," Even if I don't give a rip about accounting or business statistics. Being in school means no working full-time. All I have to say about that is this:
"sign me up"
I realized once again that I have wonderful parents, who are supportive of my decisions concerning the colour of our bathroom. My mom is painting it as we speak. Overall, I'm excited about this, except the smell is making me want to wak wak. (wak wak is nepalese for barf) should have opted for the no VOC paint.
Also, Elliot Smith is amazing, in case anybody was like "Is Elliot Smith amazing" Yes. Yes he is. Maybe even cooler than Winston Churchill. Or Jackie Onassis. Not sure though. I suspect one of these wore more Chanel. And tweed. .. .. .. ..
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Church wins? (Church recently)
Here's the same church in Kaliningrad (under construction).. it's looking pretty good. Lenin has been replaced by some fancy concrete and pretty lights. Kaliningrad recently celebrated it's 750 yr. anniversary.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
down with the grey area
i've been trying to figure out what to write on this thing, but honestly i can't think of anything. ANYTHING. Okay, I thought of that sentence I just wrote.
There's even alot of stuff going on.. and all kinds of stuff. I mean, summer is saying goodbye to us. Alot of stuff's been changing. Like the weather (Yah FALL, AHH winter) , the price of petrol (who would have thought? It's gone up? good thing my bike doesn't need gas, or i'd be upset), the colour of my hair (who the hell cares?), my roomate situation ( I went from having no roomate to having a super cool one), New Orleans (is sinking now, I don't wanna swim), and speaking of swimming in New Orleans.. or Narleens as they say on tv, the way I exercise has also changed. My pool is closed. Yes, I owned a swimming pool. No, I don't, silly. I just went there. To Swim. Hard to believe, I know. They're doing "maintenance" whatever that means. Sounds fishy to me.. well, there's no fish in this pool, but there do seem to be alot of russians, and they do their whole russian banter. I could understand when they were swearing. I knew I went to Russia for a reason! Eavesdropping (holy cow, how do you even spell that?) on russian swearing chit chat.. I'm also almost done my job. a few more days..then i'm a student. wowza bowza. 2 years off and now I get my butt back on campus.. But then again, I am a student at the University of Life. And, rock bottom IS a college education, right? like I would know anything anyways, cause i didn't graduate! HA!
There's even alot of stuff going on.. and all kinds of stuff. I mean, summer is saying goodbye to us. Alot of stuff's been changing. Like the weather (Yah FALL, AHH winter) , the price of petrol (who would have thought? It's gone up? good thing my bike doesn't need gas, or i'd be upset), the colour of my hair (who the hell cares?), my roomate situation ( I went from having no roomate to having a super cool one), New Orleans (is sinking now, I don't wanna swim), and speaking of swimming in New Orleans.. or Narleens as they say on tv, the way I exercise has also changed. My pool is closed. Yes, I owned a swimming pool. No, I don't, silly. I just went there. To Swim. Hard to believe, I know. They're doing "maintenance" whatever that means. Sounds fishy to me.. well, there's no fish in this pool, but there do seem to be alot of russians, and they do their whole russian banter. I could understand when they were swearing. I knew I went to Russia for a reason! Eavesdropping (holy cow, how do you even spell that?) on russian swearing chit chat.. I'm also almost done my job. a few more days..then i'm a student. wowza bowza. 2 years off and now I get my butt back on campus.. But then again, I am a student at the University of Life. And, rock bottom IS a college education, right? like I would know anything anyways, cause i didn't graduate! HA!
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Aphrodite: goddess of love (not that kind of love) or Whiterock has the most sun per capita or..
well, shambhala was a fun time. i wore an fluorescent orange bathing suit, got to visit my grandparents on the way there, which is always a nice, relaxing time. My grandma provided us with enough food for pretty much the entire journey, along with sunscreen, washclothes, socks and gatorade (which is btw the best hangover cure ever, not that I would need that)) Thanks granny!
I got to see my cousin, who, during the 43 minutes we were in the same room, managed to call me a bad word based on one of the shirts I own, and make fun of my favourite beer, using a derogatory racial slur. He really doesn't waste any time, that boy. My grandpa reassured me that you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family! If I could pick my family, I'd probably pick my grandparents though..
I got spend time with some buds, and learn about British Columbian geography. Most importantly, I learned that I am able to put an entire package of gum in my mouth, and chew it, and talk!
It's a fun time, (the pack of gum in your mouth) if anybody is interested in fun. It can be pretty painful.. especially when you're doing this with pepper-mint gum. Kind of a burning in your mouth. But that's just the price you gotta pay for fun I guess. Probably better than cinnamon. I think bubble gum would be impossible, though. Just too big, ya know?
I met some weirdo from Whiterock BC who told me that Whiterock has the most sun per capita. Do you think per capita sun really means anything? It's not like you get less sun when you're around more people, right? Mexico city is probably pretty sunny, but if you take into consideration that they have 20 milion people, one might be pretty confused by the numbers.. like is "hey, is this northern Finland?" NO! just Mex. city.
Now I'd like to bring everybody's attention to Scottish people..
So, I always felt bad for men cause they could never experience the purest bliss known to humankind, ie wearing a skirt. They were stuck with those silly gender specific clothing choices.. like pants. and shorts. only women could take part in such wondrous experiences.. this is what ignorant old me thought.. until I met Scottish men! THey wear kilts! they know what's going on, up, down, ya know. All the others, I'm not so sure.
Also, the second greatest experience known to human kind: carrying a purse. Guys have to use pockets! what a shame. Except the scotsmen once again rise above the heap. They have purses attached to their kilt belt thingys.! GEnIUS! they can now carry around lipstick and cigarettes, even if they don't wear lipstick or smoke, that's really not the point at all, is it?
Good thing I got that Scottish bit off my chest.
Lately I've been a little stressed, for a variety of reasons, most of which are too boring, etc to write about. Most of them are things that are out of my control (as most things are, what a coincidence) and all I can do is be patient, which I am terrible at doing. Although I am learning....
One thing I'm excited about is my roomate is moving in soon, I'm done my job soon, and looking outside, it'll be winter soon. This is exciting cause I get to pull out my scarf collection!!!
I got to see my cousin, who, during the 43 minutes we were in the same room, managed to call me a bad word based on one of the shirts I own, and make fun of my favourite beer, using a derogatory racial slur. He really doesn't waste any time, that boy. My grandpa reassured me that you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family! If I could pick my family, I'd probably pick my grandparents though..
I got spend time with some buds, and learn about British Columbian geography. Most importantly, I learned that I am able to put an entire package of gum in my mouth, and chew it, and talk!
It's a fun time, (the pack of gum in your mouth) if anybody is interested in fun. It can be pretty painful.. especially when you're doing this with pepper-mint gum. Kind of a burning in your mouth. But that's just the price you gotta pay for fun I guess. Probably better than cinnamon. I think bubble gum would be impossible, though. Just too big, ya know?
I met some weirdo from Whiterock BC who told me that Whiterock has the most sun per capita. Do you think per capita sun really means anything? It's not like you get less sun when you're around more people, right? Mexico city is probably pretty sunny, but if you take into consideration that they have 20 milion people, one might be pretty confused by the numbers.. like is "hey, is this northern Finland?" NO! just Mex. city.
Now I'd like to bring everybody's attention to Scottish people..
So, I always felt bad for men cause they could never experience the purest bliss known to humankind, ie wearing a skirt. They were stuck with those silly gender specific clothing choices.. like pants. and shorts. only women could take part in such wondrous experiences.. this is what ignorant old me thought.. until I met Scottish men! THey wear kilts! they know what's going on, up, down, ya know. All the others, I'm not so sure.
Also, the second greatest experience known to human kind: carrying a purse. Guys have to use pockets! what a shame. Except the scotsmen once again rise above the heap. They have purses attached to their kilt belt thingys.! GEnIUS! they can now carry around lipstick and cigarettes, even if they don't wear lipstick or smoke, that's really not the point at all, is it?
Good thing I got that Scottish bit off my chest.
Lately I've been a little stressed, for a variety of reasons, most of which are too boring, etc to write about. Most of them are things that are out of my control (as most things are, what a coincidence) and all I can do is be patient, which I am terrible at doing. Although I am learning....
One thing I'm excited about is my roomate is moving in soon, I'm done my job soon, and looking outside, it'll be winter soon. This is exciting cause I get to pull out my scarf collection!!!
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
I can't see why that would matter.
I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday and it was great!! I loved Johnny Depp. I think he's pretty much the same character in Fear and Loathing in las Vegas, Pirates of the Carribean and this movie, just different time and place.... just that pause before he reacts and/or says anything.... like he's always in his own magical little world, (world of infinate drugs, treasure or candy, depending on the movie)
I loved all the dancing, too. It reminded me of synchronized skating. And the chocolate waterfall!? Like the chocolate fountain that Galya and I found in Toronto. It was at a going away party for this priest who we didn't know.. but it was in the same building we were staying in.. and Lena and Paul (who lived in the building) assured us that nobody could tell we weren't catholic (although I thought we stood out... my constant cursing and Galya and her Orthodox accent.., but whatever..), and we could stand by the fountain all night in awe. Chocolate is the best supper ever.
I didn't look at my watch once throughout, which is very strange for me. Normally I don't have enough patience to sit in the same spot for 2 hrs.. Plus I had a free pass to get in, so really, it was perfect.
Somebody has been reassuring me lately that I'm seriously flawed, because I've never once done the following things:
- watched/read Harry Potter..
- watched any of the Star Wars movies.. apparantly there's like 6?
- watched pornography of any kind.
He claims the problems stemming from my inadequate cultural experiences include not getting all the related jokes. "Amy, you're missing out!" Well, it's true, I am missing out. I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but we're all missing out on something.....what are you missing out on, huh???
I loved all the dancing, too. It reminded me of synchronized skating. And the chocolate waterfall!? Like the chocolate fountain that Galya and I found in Toronto. It was at a going away party for this priest who we didn't know.. but it was in the same building we were staying in.. and Lena and Paul (who lived in the building) assured us that nobody could tell we weren't catholic (although I thought we stood out... my constant cursing and Galya and her Orthodox accent.., but whatever..), and we could stand by the fountain all night in awe. Chocolate is the best supper ever.
I didn't look at my watch once throughout, which is very strange for me. Normally I don't have enough patience to sit in the same spot for 2 hrs.. Plus I had a free pass to get in, so really, it was perfect.
Somebody has been reassuring me lately that I'm seriously flawed, because I've never once done the following things:
- watched/read Harry Potter..
- watched any of the Star Wars movies.. apparantly there's like 6?
- watched pornography of any kind.
He claims the problems stemming from my inadequate cultural experiences include not getting all the related jokes. "Amy, you're missing out!" Well, it's true, I am missing out. I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but we're all missing out on something.....what are you missing out on, huh???
Monday, August 01, 2005
Do Make Say Think
Monday, August 1, 2005. Civic Holiday for everybody. Not for us, though. I looked it up in the company policies.. and this day is not a holiday. To make it up to us, our boss will take us all swimming at lunch. I guess that's acceptable..
This morning, I decided to do something completely crazy, and eat breakfast! I went to pull out some jam from the fridge (seemed like a realistic goal at the time) and while grabbing the jam, I managed to knock out 2 beer bottles and a bottle of salad dressing. So, if you ever need to throw up in the future, I recommend mixing very garlicky salad dressing with 2 bottles of Corona. Add some glass in there so you can get little cuts and you're ready for anything. So now my house reeks like this concoction I just described. . . i ignored the mess for awhile hoping it would disappear, but.. eventually i had to clean it up. I opened all my windows to hopefully help with the smell.. so probably when i get home all my stuff will be gone.. when i say "all my stuff" i mean a stereo and a blender.. my most expensive posessions..
I had my work computer with me on the weekend, and I thought I should take the bus cause my computer's kinda heavy for my bike. Plus I had my swimming stuff... so I go out to wait for the bus.. and soon realized that today's a holiday!!!!!! there were no busses.. well not my bus anyways.. and there were even very few cars. So I hauled my butt back home, re-packed my stuff and headed out again, on my bike. (my mom gave me her bike btw, as mine is officially missing) I made it to work, and all the parking lots around here are empty. Cause nobody is working, man! It's a holiday? Did I mention that? I wanna go swimming right now!
(Even the light in the fish tank is out which means even the office fish have a holiday!)
I went canoeing yesterday with my parents and one of my brothers. We started in Devon, and went all the way to Emily Murphy Park. It was really cool to see Edmonton, as if I was part of the river. (how post-modern.. tee hee)
anyways I saw the big bridge on 23rd Ave.. which has no roads leading to it yet, and I discovered that there's a pedestrian bridge between Hawrlak park (spelling?) and Laurier Park (I think) This could be useful for the future. My brother and I pretended that we were coureurs de bois and we tried to scare all the seagulls (or rivergulls as I like to call them)
I got a weird sun-burn. Pretty much half of my lower arm is bright red, and the rest is.. well the normal colour of my skin.
I'm really upset (well, i'm exagerrated.. kind of upset.. maybe not even upset..more like slightly disappointed) that I missed Fred Everything. He played at Y, and I wasn't up for an all nighter before coming to work.. although I probably would have been just as effective on 0 hrs. of sleep as I am now. I hear he's coming to Calgary on Labour Day weekend. Only 300km away. I could ride my bike!
This morning, I decided to do something completely crazy, and eat breakfast! I went to pull out some jam from the fridge (seemed like a realistic goal at the time) and while grabbing the jam, I managed to knock out 2 beer bottles and a bottle of salad dressing. So, if you ever need to throw up in the future, I recommend mixing very garlicky salad dressing with 2 bottles of Corona. Add some glass in there so you can get little cuts and you're ready for anything. So now my house reeks like this concoction I just described. . . i ignored the mess for awhile hoping it would disappear, but.. eventually i had to clean it up. I opened all my windows to hopefully help with the smell.. so probably when i get home all my stuff will be gone.. when i say "all my stuff" i mean a stereo and a blender.. my most expensive posessions..
I had my work computer with me on the weekend, and I thought I should take the bus cause my computer's kinda heavy for my bike. Plus I had my swimming stuff... so I go out to wait for the bus.. and soon realized that today's a holiday!!!!!! there were no busses.. well not my bus anyways.. and there were even very few cars. So I hauled my butt back home, re-packed my stuff and headed out again, on my bike. (my mom gave me her bike btw, as mine is officially missing) I made it to work, and all the parking lots around here are empty. Cause nobody is working, man! It's a holiday? Did I mention that? I wanna go swimming right now!
(Even the light in the fish tank is out which means even the office fish have a holiday!)
I went canoeing yesterday with my parents and one of my brothers. We started in Devon, and went all the way to Emily Murphy Park. It was really cool to see Edmonton, as if I was part of the river. (how post-modern.. tee hee)
anyways I saw the big bridge on 23rd Ave.. which has no roads leading to it yet, and I discovered that there's a pedestrian bridge between Hawrlak park (spelling?) and Laurier Park (I think) This could be useful for the future. My brother and I pretended that we were coureurs de bois and we tried to scare all the seagulls (or rivergulls as I like to call them)
I got a weird sun-burn. Pretty much half of my lower arm is bright red, and the rest is.. well the normal colour of my skin.
I'm really upset (well, i'm exagerrated.. kind of upset.. maybe not even upset..more like slightly disappointed) that I missed Fred Everything. He played at Y, and I wasn't up for an all nighter before coming to work.. although I probably would have been just as effective on 0 hrs. of sleep as I am now. I hear he's coming to Calgary on Labour Day weekend. Only 300km away. I could ride my bike!
Monday, July 25, 2005
LIES! LIES! (coming to edmonton Oct. 4) (THI) trust in humanity index
I had a nice weekend. Friday night, I went out to Jenn's cabin, along with some other crazy kids. BOoze and Balderdash.. the 2 B's of fun, let me tell ya. My favourite was Jenn's definition of the word stallko:
"stallko, as in Elvis Stallko, world figure skating champion, sorry about my speech impediment."
I'm very intruiged/frightened/entertained by a movie that's coming out called "the devil's rejects." I have no idea what it's about, but I want to see it just cause I'm curious. What could you possibly do that would earn you a the rejection stamp from the devil? You'd think that as the severity of your cruel deeds increases, so would the devil's admiration of you.
Rob Zombie will have to teach me a thing or two. The music mastermind already taught me about digging through ditches, and burn through witches. did he change his last name to zombie or is that just one of those weird coincidences that adds texture and meaning to our lives?
in other boring news,
some jerk stole my bike last week, my Trust in humanity index is declining steadily.
i went to the tortoise concert yesterday, and it was loud and entertaining. the music's not really my "sound" but the band was entertaining to watch. I've never seen a drummer sweat so much. drugs? enthusiiam? lack of oxygen of stage? not sure, but he was into it.
I hung out with my dad a bit this weekend which I enjoyed. He took me for breakfast, and I wasn't even hung over so I could have a conversation with him!
I discovered somthing very fun at Jenn's cabin -- swimming in a lake in the dark when it's raining. along with seadoing in the dark in a lake when it's raining. except the rain hurts your face. I guess that's the price you have to pay..
and one last thing!!!- Broken Social Scene---CHECK THIS OUT IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.. or something..
"stallko, as in Elvis Stallko, world figure skating champion, sorry about my speech impediment."
I'm very intruiged/frightened/entertained by a movie that's coming out called "the devil's rejects." I have no idea what it's about, but I want to see it just cause I'm curious. What could you possibly do that would earn you a the rejection stamp from the devil? You'd think that as the severity of your cruel deeds increases, so would the devil's admiration of you.
Rob Zombie will have to teach me a thing or two. The music mastermind already taught me about digging through ditches, and burn through witches. did he change his last name to zombie or is that just one of those weird coincidences that adds texture and meaning to our lives?
in other boring news,
some jerk stole my bike last week, my Trust in humanity index is declining steadily.
i went to the tortoise concert yesterday, and it was loud and entertaining. the music's not really my "sound" but the band was entertaining to watch. I've never seen a drummer sweat so much. drugs? enthusiiam? lack of oxygen of stage? not sure, but he was into it.
I hung out with my dad a bit this weekend which I enjoyed. He took me for breakfast, and I wasn't even hung over so I could have a conversation with him!
I discovered somthing very fun at Jenn's cabin -- swimming in a lake in the dark when it's raining. along with seadoing in the dark in a lake when it's raining. except the rain hurts your face. I guess that's the price you have to pay..
and one last thing!!!- Broken Social Scene---CHECK THIS OUT IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.. or something..
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Ryan, aka intergalactic tracksuitman
one of the dudes passing by. does anybody know where I could get a tracksuit like that? he says it even makes him run faster!
Poor Little Rich Boy
So, it's wednesday, that day in the middle of the week.. you all know what I'm talking about. We just had a staff meeting, so my fun-quota has been reached for this week.. possibly month..
I am a pretty happy camper (although i'm not camping) today because I received an awesome package in the mail with a shirt that says: "In Soviet Russia, shirt wears you" which i think is very appropriate for a shirt. It came from this really cool girl named Tessa ( I think) But I'm a bit confused about how the package came from Toronto and she lives in Vancouver. How'd she do that?
On the topic of the Soviet Russia, this guy I know named Fox recommended Regina Spektor's album Soviet Kitsch, and it is pretty good. I've been listening to it today. Along with Roisin Murphy, who is the singer from Moloko. And how does this relate to the Soviet Union? Well, Moloko is the Russian word for milk. And I bought the Moloko album while I was in Russia.. see how this is all connected?
Now let's jump past Soviet Russia and onto modern Russia. Apparantly (so I hear) all boys there have to go to the army for 2 years! like 720 days! The only way to get out is if you pay a doctor to get a note (it's a pretty expensive note) or somebody else that knows somebody else who can scratch your name off the list or you go to a University that offers military courses.. which somehow replace military duty.. or if you don't have a penis.. you're automatically disqualified.
Sorry to state the obvious here, but this is not fair. If you don't have money, you are under-fed, under-sexed, under-payed and physically abused for 2 years. And by the time you're out, you can't get into school cause you're too old, and you need to recover from the 2 years of physical emotional and alcohol abuse. Women don't have to do this, cause they gotta make babies who will grow up and join the army ... see how this is all connected? me neither.
and.. to leave this post on a happy note.. I will put up a picture.
I am a pretty happy camper (although i'm not camping) today because I received an awesome package in the mail with a shirt that says: "In Soviet Russia, shirt wears you" which i think is very appropriate for a shirt. It came from this really cool girl named Tessa ( I think) But I'm a bit confused about how the package came from Toronto and she lives in Vancouver. How'd she do that?
On the topic of the Soviet Russia, this guy I know named Fox recommended Regina Spektor's album Soviet Kitsch, and it is pretty good. I've been listening to it today. Along with Roisin Murphy, who is the singer from Moloko. And how does this relate to the Soviet Union? Well, Moloko is the Russian word for milk. And I bought the Moloko album while I was in Russia.. see how this is all connected?
Now let's jump past Soviet Russia and onto modern Russia. Apparantly (so I hear) all boys there have to go to the army for 2 years! like 720 days! The only way to get out is if you pay a doctor to get a note (it's a pretty expensive note) or somebody else that knows somebody else who can scratch your name off the list or you go to a University that offers military courses.. which somehow replace military duty.. or if you don't have a penis.. you're automatically disqualified.
Sorry to state the obvious here, but this is not fair. If you don't have money, you are under-fed, under-sexed, under-payed and physically abused for 2 years. And by the time you're out, you can't get into school cause you're too old, and you need to recover from the 2 years of physical emotional and alcohol abuse. Women don't have to do this, cause they gotta make babies who will grow up and join the army ... see how this is all connected? me neither.
and.. to leave this post on a happy note.. I will put up a picture.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
all it takes is the flaxmachine...
Thank you to the wacky folks at motion notion, and of course the flaxmachine for letting me have as much fun as I did.
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