"Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding..."

I am now signed up for Truthout's daily newletter. Interesting, because I didn't personally sign myself up. I suspect Matt Good, or somebody affiliated with him. The whole idea made me laugh at first, but then wonder about the intentions behind the act. Did the culprit view my blog? Did they decide I wasn't quite political enough in my writing? Why would anyone go to the trouble of signing me up, be it out of spite or for my benefit, and then delete the comment I made in the first place? Hmmmmmmm?
I've gotta say, I'm certainly intrigued, and somewhat perplexed.

And so we play the waiting game, in the hopes that a motive will surface...

exposure compensation 2.0

Nine-thirty. The Bomber. Ensuing Silence is opening up, and as usual, we arrive just in time.
This time the standard "we" of Justine and I, is complemented by the awesome addition of Laura.



The three of us say our hellos, grab a table at the front, and prepare ourselves for a night of elation, guitar rift-style. We would not be disapointed.


Lee


Chris



Chris (aka CW, aka automated drumming machine)


I wasn't exactly sure how it was gonna be, but they didn't let me down.
Guys, if you actually read this, the amount of work you've been putting in is incredible; and obvious to anyone who listens. A very solid sound, and I'm loving the flexibility you've got going on. I managed to pull off a couple videos of Summer, and though I didn't catch the full song either time, it's growing on me. Naturally, it's got nothing on Handlebars and Sidestraps, but that's to be expected.
Great set. It's too bad it had to end so soon, but then if it hadn't, the next one would never have begun.
So Ensuing Silence says goodbye to the Bomber crew, and heads out. For the moment we stay to check out the next set, a group by the name of Educating Skeptics...



Yes, they have returned.
We stayed for most of their set, they're a decent band themselves. I can't find a website or anything for them, but if I do, I'll put it up here somewhere. They've got a good sound; a bit different, almost funkified, but with the great violin accompaniment. After a few songs, the clock hit eleven, and we had to be off.



So we're on the road, and looking for King St East.
(driving past King St North)
"Gotta be here somewhere"
(keeps going)
"Maybe if we drive further down University."
(goes way further)
"Wait... was that a left or a right?"
(turns around)
"Maybe it's off the highway."
(goes on 85, northbound)
"Hold on, South is that way?"
(gets off highway, turns, goes back on 85 South)
"There's an exit!"
(exits onto King St)
"Okay, is this the right one?"
(Justine and Laura say it's King St North again)
"What the hell!!?"
(Colin scratches his head)
"Fine... we're just gonna drive South on King St North, and maybe it'll eventually intersect with King St East."
(fifteen minutes later, King Street North randomly becomes King St East)
"Fucking Kitchener..."

The moral of the story is:

Don't assume that you're ever on the wrong street. Drive further just in case. Seriously, even if it doesn't look at all like the right one, just keep going. Until you get to the border, and are about to cross into an adjacent country, you could still potentially be going the right way. Oh, unless you see water. Don't keep driving if you're going to end up in water.

The other moral is:

Morals don't always come at the end.

Eventually, we got to the bar. A place by the name of the Circus Room. Nice little bar. The toilet paper dispenser was literally caulked to the wall (which sounds cooler when spoken than written), and there were evil clowns all over the place.



They were playing at eleven-thirty, and it was midnight by this point. Yeah, I'm not a rocket scientist/geographer. It didn't matter though. The show was delayed, so once again, we were just in time. I love it when fate intervenes. So it was another great set, possibly made more so by the lone microphone Lee and Chris were required to share. It was worth it though, 'cause when the screamo band that played next did a cover of "I Will Survive", it meant Chris could get right up there and show them how it's done.



I'm gonna talk to the guys and see if I can put some sample video/music up here somewhere. In the meantime, just head over to their website and download New Lap Record. Now.
No, really, right now. Don't turn your back on me! Don't walk towards that door! Dammit. Gotta work on those superpowers...

For real though, get it... it's awesome.

number one

Rootless, drifting, flowing through time with a faded past and a future that reveals itself to none but the hands on the clock. Tick tick tick; constant motion and continuous change. Circles inside circles, spiralling into dreams. A shaded figure, smokey and unreal; impermanent and inconsistent, but always marching forward. I am anchorless.

existence on hold and disturbing realities

Okay... so the huge essay about the particulars of reality is on hold until further notice. Don't worry though, I've got a new series in the works I call "My Ode to Bloggers", in which I plan to play with the names of blogs that inspired/interested me in no particular order.

In the meantime, I'm thinking I should go into more detail about the whole safety whistle thing. Yesterday around eight-ish, two women were shot in consecutive, seemingly random drive-by shootings outside George Brown College. The second women was one of the aforementioned Safe Walk people. Thus the incredible irony inspiring these two brief posts.


Pauly Shore is at the Edge tomorrow. Eight o'clock in the morning. I'm either gonna go, or sleep. I'll play it by ear.

Wait..listen... incoming train, or rapage/murder?

I was given this rape whistle keychain yesterday by some Safe Walk representatives at school. It's brightly coloured and it sounds like a train. Unfortunately it does very little to protect you from the dangers of speeding bullets.

That'll be another one of my inventions.

Safety whistle with built in force field.

Powered by two AA batteries of course.

Are you ready for the next generation of innovation?

Trying to get on the computers in the school library between 10am and 1pm is insanity. The place is full of hundreds of millions of people (dozens at least), and they're all creeping around waiting for somebodsy to be finished and then BAM! They pounce. A flurry of knapsacks and mittens is all you see as seven or eight people all dive for the lone free computer. There's name calling, hair pulling, eye-gouging. It's a madhouse. Then there's always the one polite, kinda shy person who patiently waits in what they think is a line but is really just a mob. Everybody kinda pities them 'cause they'll never ever get their turn. That doesn't stop us from jumping in front of them though.
Today I didn't really feel like starting a library mosh-pit. Consequently, I've been banished to the dungeon-like basement level open access lab. It's a dimly lit room with dingy pistachio-coloured walls monitored by a solitary Computer Lab Overlord(a guy with a blue shirt and a name tag). He has yet to venture close enough for me to actually read the tag, but I'm pretty sure it says Gargonon.
I came up the the best idea ever yestereday. It's a new and exciting type of deoderant that's going to sweep the nation, flooding the market with Glacial Ice scented creativity in little platics oval-tubes.
Conditioning deoderant, or "conoderant" as it will be branded. It's basically your standard deoderant stick/soft solid, combined with a specially designed moisture rich conditioner to stimulate the folicals of your underarm hair, and smooth each strand from root to tip. It will nourish the hair with the bounty of nature. Some potential ingredients include Vit B3/B6, fructose, glucose, natural fruit oils/acids, and possibly Chlorhexidine Dihydrochloride. Pentraing deep into the folicle, it will moisturize and give you back that youthful shine.
Wait... maybe I'll call it "deoditioner". Sounds more futuristic.

Annnnd class starts at noon.

I shall rule Ganymede with an iron fist of vengeance!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I can't say as I have any system sounds

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Well... I don't really have the volume turned up

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
ever, 'cept for music

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
they're irritating

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
but I'd like to know they were there

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
so if I ever had the desire to listen, i could do so in an interesting fashion

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I prefer my computer to be quiet

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Even when it can make the Zelda secret discovery noise?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
EVEN then!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Silly human.

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Weak mortal

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
your kungfu is weak!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
My kungfu can match your Kung Fu any day.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Whhaaaaaa... (K-Fu's it up Liu Kang style)

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
You cannot match my martial art hokto shinken!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Ha ha ha. You stand no chance, for I am...

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
COBRA COMMANDER!!!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
There is only one successor to hokto shinken!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
One master to carry on the art.

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I will hit all your power points!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Then we must battle!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
HUNDRED CRACK FIST OF THE NORTH STAR!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
For the mastery of power points!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
??

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
It's from a crappy crappy anime I've been watching recently

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's an 80s thing

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
and terribly hilarious

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Blazing tetra-falcon kick!!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Ha! Got you all distracted

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Now you have no head

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
The moral?

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
The only time the 80's are not acceptable conversation, is during a Kung Fu battle

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I will hit your power points and you will explose

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
a la fist of the north star

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
How can you explose me when you have no head?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I require no head

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Hokto shinken is an unbeatable martial art

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
No ancient martial art can hold a candle to the vast history of Cobrala

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Kenshiro will beat them all

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
But wait! Out of the shadows step none other than Johnny Cage!!!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
But then he exploses from the North Star Fist

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Sonya runs in crying "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" But then she too falls prey to the Hoto Shinken

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Meanwhile... Cobra Commander has assembled his army of ridiculously inept human soldiers and is preparing an assault on the headquarters of Kung Fu, aka Willy's Jerk Hut

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
You ought to watch fist of the north star

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's hilarious

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
people explode all the time

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
As hilarious as creating my own stories loosely based on movies, cartoons, and the eighties?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Much more

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Explain how.

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
this thing really seems to take itself seriously

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
It sounds like a video game in movie form, with the same turn-based battle form as the original game

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
kinda

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
not so much turn based

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
one turn

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
kenshiro clobbers everyone

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Kablammo!!!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
ow someone just punched me in the face

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
"It was you mother."

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
My parents never gave me a Kablammo talk.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Now I'm going to be all nervous and unsure about Kablammo theory forever.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
It'll probably affect all my later marriages.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Assuming the consequent fear of commitment permits me to have any meaningful Kablammo relationships

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
You'll be marrying martial arts

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I hear they're a cold mistress

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
You can't resist their icy temptation

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
They have me in their Judo-chokehold of love, and I'll never break free

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
kungfu grip

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
You know what I always wanted? Stretch Armstrong's dog

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
i had a fetch

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
You did not have Fetch Armstrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I totally did.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Why was I not invited to play?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I was not aware of your fetch fetish

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Everybody loved that dog! It was the only weiner dog toy on the market! And it was STRETCHY!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
For a while

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
(and came with a little plastic clip on munitions belt of some kind)

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
mine got all crystally

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
and solid

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Like when you leave Playdoh out? Or Amoebas?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Like the playdoh

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
But more like corn syrup

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
So not like amoebas?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
no, they went mouldy

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Really? Mine just turned into compact rubberized balls

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
then I threw then out

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
mine ge fuzz

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
grew fuzz

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I definitely want to take a trip to a dollar store toy aisle some time soon

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's cant be a dollarama

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
needs to be a real shitty dollar store

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I prefer the crazy-ass awesome ones with tons of crap that you'll only ever play with once, but will remember forever.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Plus, Dollarama has foam swords

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
i have two

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Then why were we Kung Fu fighting over MSN when we could be dueling?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
we must fight without toys, use our fists

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I'll fight you for your crystallized Fetch Armstrong

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
But now I must go

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
en garde!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Ah! My back was turned you son of a bitch!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
in the rain or in the snow

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
In sleet

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
On the top of Mount Everest

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
At night

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
We begin at sundown and continue until only one of us lives. Because while one will stand... ONE MUST FALL!!!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
2097

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
You just blew me away by knowing what the fuck I was talking about.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
You're definitley using some kind of Kung Fu mind reading technique like that guy from The Legend Continues

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
is it kitty?

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
GET OUTTA MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
AAAAHHHH!

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Must disconnect from MSN... must sever connection... must talk to you...later

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
gasp... life fading... light diminishing.... growing weak.....

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Use the force Luke! Use the force!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
And run!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
Run to dagobah!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I'm yoda

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I'm a soldier

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I'll mold ya

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
and fold ya

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
I thought I told ya

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
dont'

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
be unwise judge me not my my sizer

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
you won't believe your eyes once the Xwing rise

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
dee doo dee dee dee dee dee (seems like a good time for instrumental accompaniment)

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's not the east or the west side

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's not the north or the south side

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
it's the dark side

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
And on that note. I go to bed

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
this is absolutley going on my website

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
you and your webside

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
keep checkin' it.

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I'm havin fun with it

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
i should sleep too

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
as I feel like garbage

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
as do I

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
you have a plague too?

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
Nope, just no insomnia

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
wait...

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
no

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
what's the opposite of insomnia?

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
somnia?

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
no, more like narcalepsy

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
fatigue?

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
There we go

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
I'll talk to you later

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
ok

Colin- realizing I can reinvent my own reality... says:
'night!

Time, Dr. Freeman? says:
y'alll come back now y'hear

tick tick tick tick

I'm at school. I have seven minutes between classes, and I wanted to see if I could write an awesome, groundbreaking, high quality post in that time.
Apparently I couldn't.
So here's a picture I made of Matt Good as a Forest Ranger instead:



I'll post later.

a little false pretense here, a little silence there

`I don't understand this. Are you saying that if you got up and said this is necessary for the defence of Canada, it wouldn't be accepted?'

Hmmmm... blind faith, or informed choice? Sorry Dubya, we don't work that way up here. Actually, I was pretty sure you worked differently down there too. It seems rather presumptuous to assume that you deserve the unquestioned support of your citizens, without having to convince them you've earned it. Granted, you won the majority, but you've still got fifty-something million people awaiting some proof that your the right man for the job. All that aside though, we need to talk.

You see, I've been hearing a lot of crazy rumours lately. Rumours and promsies of a magic shield that will protect north america from tyranny and oppression. Often, these rumours are followed by whispered words, that sound almost like shaded threats and ultimatums. Oddly disconcerting, don't you think? Conditional salvation with no guarantees and no evidence of success? A new agreement, based on the shredded ruins of older, forgotten pacts. How quickly we forget the ABM treaty of 1972. Apparently, the fast paced world of 2001 was too hip for dusty old pieces of paper. How then, can we be expected to accept your assurances that Ballistic Missile Defense will deliver us from evil, forever keeping us safe us from fearful media by-products? Tell me that you don't believe in the weaponization of space, tell me that this system will not be used as a shield to free your other hand to wield you nuclear daggers. Tell me you believe in the dream of a world without weapons, and tell me no lies.
Otherwise, I ask that you burn the flag yourself, because though you use the words to sway the impressionable minds that put you on your throne, you clearly don't understand what freedom and choice are all about.

you decide

I thought it was funny at first... not so sure having thought about it...

even better than one hand clapping

Shhhhh... be still, say nothing. Feel the moment, take it in, and share the sound. Who will break the silence?

Ah, Friday nights. Full of anticipation, full of excitement... full of Kev, Matt , Justine, Cheryl, Michelle. Just when you think you're set, Robby K steps in from the shadows and it just gets better.
Caught up with some of the old gang, and some of their new gang. I am now working on a complex and possibly sneaky plan to combine both gangs. It will involve heavy drinking, numerous sessions, and if necessary, a llama. I'll get Matty to put me in touch with Flu . From what I've read, undertaking operations of this scale comes naturally to him.

PS The plan was drawn up while in the process of eating three caramel vanilla Drumsticks...

I'll keep you posted.

doo doo doo d-d-doo doo under pressure...

Last week was mostly awful. No need for any more details, it was a suck-fest, plain and simple. Fortunately, I have two rather powerful tools to use in order to get over it:

a)Denial
-works well in just about any situation, no matter how awkward or shifty
-can be used to forget unfortunate isolated incidents, twist events around until they're more to your liking, or block out whole years at a time
-makes the world seem all pastel coloured and happy-like
-helps exercise your imagination

b)Music
-goes well with numerous emotions (ie happy, sad, angry, chillin', vengeful, homicidal, etc)
-can complement the situation, or drown it out if that's more useful
-helps focus and channel energy that would otherwise be wasted on frustration
-can change the moods of semi-bipolar people like that (*snaps fingers)

This week, I planned to take a heavy dosage of denial, but it turned out I didn't have to. Everything just kind of sorted itself out, and went really well. Well, except for the wreckage of the car, that's kinda worse... but screw it, the drive Thursday morning made up for it. I got in the car, figuring I'd pop in my new Muse disc, turn on the radio, and out comes Blind Melon, No Rain. I made a blissful gasp, and cranked it, as it's one of the songs that represents me in music form. So I'm drivin' down the road, singing at the top of my lungs, 'cause I'm alone and what else would I do? The song ends, so I flip over to another station, figuring "Hey, maybe I'll give the radio a shot..." and BAM! I'm hit with Aha and Take On Me, which is crazy 'cause I was just talking about it the day before. So I'm singing again, until it ends, then I change punch in a new station, and I get Bono singing Mysterious Ways. The crazy thing is, this just kept on happening.

After U2 came:
Matt Good Band - Indestructible
Audioslave - Like a Stone
Supertramp - Give a Little Bit
Foofighters - One by One
Greenday - When I Come Around
U2 again with Where the Streets Have No Name
Then the Smashing Pumpkins finished with 1979, and I was parked, just sitting there going "Yeeaaaaah."

Now I must go call Kev and Matt.

stupid-dumb-shit-ass-crapping-donkey-rider

I was reading some of my last entries, and I decided that my writing voice has gotten borrrrrrrrrring. I used to be all hyper and energetic and crazy-ass random. Not so much anymore. I barely ever say "Ah screw" anymore, the only slang I use is "'cause", and I can't remember the last time I said "Shit-ass, fucketty fuck fuck!"...
When did I become such a pretentious asshole?

In other news, my theory of existence paper is still coming along. I got sidetracked by work and a Philosophy assignment, but it'll get done. Tonight though, I'm gonna try to do some cooking instead 'cause I need to practice up on my skills. Choppety chop chop.

this blog is my blog

Sometimes my posts don't really make sense. I just thought of that. They're not always written with an audience in mind. Mostly, they're written for me.
I don't have much of a memory, I never have, and I doubt I ever really will. It's not just that I can't remember names and dates, and other meaningless day to day drivel. It's that I can't remember my life. What I've done, where I've been... everything tends to fade, and drift away. This blog is a roadmap of my life. Each post is a landmark to help me recover the fragments of my existence. Some posts will be obvious, understood on a basic level by anyone who cares to try, while others will be more specific, incomprehendable to all but a few who were there. Some, will be for me alone, but will play an integral part in understanding who I really am. Personally, I don't really care for censorship. I prefer the more subtle approach of shrouded mysteries and twisted words. I know why I write what I write, do you?

the PMD Theorem... under construction

The perpetual degradation of the mind; so slow, so seamless, yet so certain... this is my theory.

I will bring you proof, of that, and much much more. It's an ongoing process however, based on theories that constantly reinvent themselves as I think of them. That means it's going to be long. But trust me... it's going to be soooooooooo worth it. I should have a draft within a week. Assuming homework, actual work, and life don't get in the way. Honestly though, I'm not shitting you, it's gonna be awesome.

I am actually excited... this is crazy shit.

"You've got red on you."

Just finished watching Shaun of the Dead... you should do the same. Well... not "finish" watching it. You should start. Then finish. Later. When it's over.



Honestly, best "Romantic Comedy with Zombies" I've ever seen.
That's where I'm supposed to say "Ha ha, actually, it's the ONLY "Romantic Comedy with Zombies I've ever seen."
Then I'm supposed to chuckle, taking pleasure in my own perceived genius at having said something I thought was incredibly clever, while ignoring the fact that it was more clever when I heard someone else say it first. Freakin' Idiots!

It took a long time to evolve from monkies, into neandethals and cro-magnuns. It then took another long while for the cro-mags to wipe out the neanderthals and eventually develop a system of societal practice that would eventually lead us down the path we're on today. At some point in history, evolution skipped a few steps and made a huge leap to turn us into parrots.
The majority of our species' history can be quite nicely wrapped un in twelve words:

Monkies for a while, humans for an instant, sheep for a lifetime.

Now I'm just getting off topic. I do that when I think about the state of the world. Right now though, I'm happy. The movie made me laugh. I loved the clever use of repetition, along with the varying speeds/cuts of scene, akin to those which made me fall in love with Lock Stock. The facial expressions of the actors were amazing, and the underlying theme of zombie-ism in our modern world, is something I get frustrated about on a bi-hourly basis. Once again, go rent it.

Love much
(Get it? It's "much love" in reverse, signifying my abundant love for all of you, while at the same time, telling you to go out there and give your own freely. It's simplified genius.)

maybe I'll rent a video game

We've all got a core group of people that we give a ring when we wanna go out. Usually, they've all got slightly different tastes, so we've got a few different options depending on what we feel like doing.
I feel like doing anything. Anything at all.


So I called Mike, permanent B-town resident, awesome guy; his girl has something "special" planned for the weekend. Scratch him off the list.

I talked to Gibby. I've know him my whole recallable life; he's always working. Fucking Blockbuster.
(I don't have any pictures of him)


I remembered "Hey! Kev's in Brampton for Co-op!", 'cause man, Kevin C likes to partay.. except, it's his girlfriends birthday back in 'Loo.


Laura's working her job, then going out to babysit for her extended family. She's nineteen. And babysitting. I can't blame her though, she loves kids and she's absolutely the awesomest person I know. Anyway, she's gone for the night.



Matt


Rob


Flu

I really wanna hook up with Matt, Robby K and Flu 'cause I haven't seen those kids forever, 'cept for New Years, where Flu's funnel made me way too happy way too quickly, and had ME gone for the night. They're mostly unreachable though, what with being in TO all the time.


So I'm kinda running out of options. No, no... scratch that... I'm officially proper fucked...except... Justine might be around.



Here's a graph representing coolness levels:

Normal Cool Girl >>>>>>>
Party Girl >>>>>>>>>>
then there's Justine >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-Maxed Out

We'll see though. A new guy popped up recently, so she might have gone the same way as Mike and Kev.

Whatever, I'm going to go have a shower and consider waking up.

someday I'll write a post that's not about/influenced by my lack of sanity

So I did this to my car today...



Apparently, immovable objects such as huge concrete supports for underground parking lots, are not to be trifled with. Apparently I shouldn't be allowed to drive without a healthy dose of caffeine in my system.
In my defense, it happened before 7AM, and I'm much more of a noonish to early evening person.

When I realized how bad it was, I did this:



Then this:



And then:



Followed by:



Honestly, awful awful morning. The kind where it would have been better to stay in bed. And not the good kind of staying in bed, the kind where you're only there 'cause you'll cause less damage that way.
Class was brutal. It was a pretty simple week, but nothing was going right. I burnt my carmelized apples, my butternut squash soup was too sweet, I served forty-five minutes late, and I developed a personal vendetta against crêpes that will last until one of us is utterly destroyed. How hard can it be to make four freaking crêpe pouches stuffed with a sage cream filling!!? I had points during the day where I actually ran out of words to use, and had to resort to basic phonetics to get across my frustration.
It got better eventually. The morning was an exercise in futility, but Philosophy was awesome, so I'm over all that other stuff now. Mostly I'm just tired and full of gum.

Laura got me this jar full of Chews candy for Christmas:



Every ten minutes for the last hour and a half I've randomly eaten fifteen of them, and am reaching the point where opening and closing is getting mostly impossible. Here's the breakdown...

.............pink chew.......purple chew
8:02_______7_________8
8:12_______8_________7
8:22______10_________5
8:32_______4_________11
8:42 _______7_________8
8:52_______9_________6
9:02_______7_________8
9:12_______6_________9
9:22______12_________3
9:32_______2________13

Total= 150 chews, 72 pink and 78 purple

Looking at the disgusting chewed up grayish puple mass, kind of makes me wonder why I just wasted all that time.

I think I should go.

is "recallable" even a word?

I desperately need to go out and do something fun. Maybe I just need to go out, period. The monotony of my day to day life has actually begun to frighten me. Inconsistent sleeping habits, dinnertime at 2am, then sleep for two days straight. I'm just giving my body more and more reasons to hate me.
I heard a new sound for the first time today. I know that sounds stupid, but how often do you actually hear something you've never heard before, caused by something unimaginable? I was excited at first. Then I realized what it was:

My sanity, being torn away, shred by shred from the rest of my conscious mind.
Do you have any idea how loud a sound has to be, to take tangible form despite being projected from another plane of existence where sounds don't even technically exist?
It sounded like wet velcro.

So some things have to change. First and foremost, I have to go out... somewhere. Secondly, I should really take better care of myself. It's not like I'm lazy, or fat, or eat junk, or smoke, or drink a lot, or have any other standard bad habits. I'm just random is all. It's both my best a worse quality. It makes up for my lack of a consciously recallable memory through the precise instrumentation of sporadic sponaneity. But it also makes my body hate me. I think I'll go work on this now.

I'll keep you posted.


I found a stairway that only goes in one direction. All I need now is a picture of an escalator to nowhere...

all the works on this site are unfinished

Bury me beneath the ocean.
I've never been, but I've heard it's nice.
Let the waves wash away my sorrows, one by one,
as I lie near the golden sands of some far-off shore.
Surrounded by warmth, sheltered from pain, I'll dream my dreams forever.
Somewhere is the distance, volcanic activity will go unnoticed;
an enduring testament to the necessary instability of a former life.
Too bad I'm afraid of drowning.

Listen to my song...

Listen close, I know you can hear the words;
even though you can't understand them.
You lie there, trying to discern meaning from nothingness.
Your wasted life passes you by as you reach desperately towards the fire,
oblivious to the pain.
Projected visions like fluttering ghosts, dance before your eyes;
glimpses of false prophets for you to worship.
The end is nearing and you'll never find what you were looking for,
though the answer was in front of you all along.
Stop waiting.

the internet, not just for porn anymore!

Instant messages and blogs... the revolution has begun.



Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Man, Tool is awesome

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
you and your music

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
You and you cynicism.

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
One day you will learn

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
never!

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Lol, art is a dream

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
that you shall never know

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
i dont need dreams

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
i have thoughts

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Same deal buddy. The only diference is that you remember thoughts, they being a product of reality

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
i like reality

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Really? Why? I want out

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
I like cold reality and logic

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
You're a freakin' robot. A robot with white hair and glasses.

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
I like robots!

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Of course, everyone likes robots. But they still have no heart.

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
!

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Except in that movie with Will Smith... those robots had dreams.

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Well, one of them anyway.

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
The big computer program controlling everything didn't. It relied on logic and wanted to enslave humankind.

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
i just saw that a couple dys ago

Ahh, awesome speakers. says:
I want to enslave humankind

Nameless? No, but the name is for me alone. says:
Damn... that's what I was typing too. You were just faster.


You know what's awesome about knowing someone for the better part of a decade? That, right there.