That the local driving school is using it to teach people to parrallel park behind/ in front of it. They assume I wouldn't/ couldn't notice any scrapes or dents. (Which, of course, is absolutely correct!)
If ANYONE knows somewhere in MTL that I can call for them to tow it away for parts for ANY amount of cash I would be greatly appreciative.
18.9.04
Is this odd, or is it just me?
My roommate and I have our rooms at opposite ends of a 5 1/2 (a three bedroom apartment) and we insist on emailing each other instead of going to the other's room. We're not mad at each other or anything- in fact it's usually to plan some outing together.
We don't even instant message- always email!
Once, I called her cellphone from my cellphone... weird habit?
We don't even instant message- always email!
Once, I called her cellphone from my cellphone... weird habit?
15.9.04
Hey- let's get excited and arrested over HOCKEY in EARLY FREAKIN' SEPTEMBER.
One thing I am not missing about my old job is the endless discussion of sports at work. It is generally assumed that because you are male and from Canada that you follow hockey.
Personally- I could give a rat's ass about the NHL. Or most sports, for that matter. The amount of time, energy and money put into this form of entertainment baffles me. I've met people who know intricate details of dozen's of team's histories, stats, players, ect, but haven't any interest in how the economy works, how our government runs, or anything about global warming.
I think we need some sort of basic test you have to pass before you can vote. Fuck these anti-intellectuals- let them form their own colony of grunting, no-neck retards for all I care.
What would be wrong with a beatific dictatorship? I mean, really, what could go wrong?
14.9.04
Catching up on life around me
Watching the news, reading the paper- it has been a good couple of days to relax.
Sandrine's relatives have left, it's just the two of us in the house now, which is nice!
We still have to clean up after all of the guests we've had over the past two weeks- but I'll be damned if I do that on some of the few remaining summery days we have left here in Montreal.
Sandrine's relatives have left, it's just the two of us in the house now, which is nice!
We still have to clean up after all of the guests we've had over the past two weeks- but I'll be damned if I do that on some of the few remaining summery days we have left here in Montreal.
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I've made some template changes to the blog today to make it more appealing and less garish. If anyone has other suggestions that don't involve me spending weeks learning HTML, Java and XML, feel free to leave a comment!
I won't be altering the blog's look very much as this goes on.
I won't be altering the blog's look very much as this goes on.
13.9.04
Ok- male blogs have been found!
Yep- with my new found free time and a chilly morning I have been reading Montreal blogs, random blogs, livejournals- ect.
This man speaks to my soul- an oil painter who programs Cobal- poor guy- funny as hell!
"Looking at the matter scientifically, my gold Saturn existed in a quantum superposition of states, partially towed and partially untowed, with the uncertainty in its position increasing daily (being a Saturn, there wasn't much uncertainty about its momentum). Somewhere in the complicated equation describing my car there was even the infinitesimal probability that, in my absence, MTV had come along and pimped my ride. "
http://www.idlewords.com/weblog.05.2004.html
This man speaks to my soul- an oil painter who programs Cobal- poor guy- funny as hell!
"Looking at the matter scientifically, my gold Saturn existed in a quantum superposition of states, partially towed and partially untowed, with the uncertainty in its position increasing daily (being a Saturn, there wasn't much uncertainty about its momentum). Somewhere in the complicated equation describing my car there was even the infinitesimal probability that, in my absence, MTV had come along and pimped my ride. "
http://www.idlewords.com/weblog.05.2004.html
11.9.04
Sloooow Saturday
Ok- so there are just some nights you aren't meant to be fufilled- like a night when all you want to do is shake your booty with your friends and the opening DJ is a local hero and he just smokes crack for the first 2/3rds of his set- then the headliner comes on and plays soft beat electro-house (if there is such a term) all night.
Your "e" is questionable but your speed is too strong- but with no "up" kick- just keeps you awake for 40+ hours for $10-- who the fuck invited this shit? They deserve a Noble Prize in Chemistry.
The hot girl that's been sending you signals all night is too shy to carry on any conversation, and the other one is being shadowed by a 300 pound plus sumo wrestler type (I kid u not!) at a pace of 3 feet; which is almost his radius...
Go home- fucktard- fight again another day.
Your "e" is questionable but your speed is too strong- but with no "up" kick- just keeps you awake for 40+ hours for $10-- who the fuck invited this shit? They deserve a Noble Prize in Chemistry.
The hot girl that's been sending you signals all night is too shy to carry on any conversation, and the other one is being shadowed by a 300 pound plus sumo wrestler type (I kid u not!) at a pace of 3 feet; which is almost his radius...
Go home- fucktard- fight again another day.
10.9.04
9.9.04
An immense feeling of cold
I was sitting at work on September 11, 2001, when some of my co-workers started emailing me photos of the World Trade Center on fire, about two thirds of the way up the building.
I then received one showing a plane flying into Tower one- before the fire- and I emailed my co-worker back that it was a nice Photoshop job, and that he should really get back on the phone.
When I went to CNN to see what was going on I couldn't get onto it for 10 minutes, and when I did it was all in text mode- every inch of my body tensed and my mind locked up like the DNS server down in Atlanta that millions of people were pinging for news.
And I thought then and there that the world would never be the same again- and I've been right so far. I'll write more about this as we go- so keep checking back.
I then received one showing a plane flying into Tower one- before the fire- and I emailed my co-worker back that it was a nice Photoshop job, and that he should really get back on the phone.
When I went to CNN to see what was going on I couldn't get onto it for 10 minutes, and when I did it was all in text mode- every inch of my body tensed and my mind locked up like the DNS server down in Atlanta that millions of people were pinging for news.
And I thought then and there that the world would never be the same again- and I've been right so far. I'll write more about this as we go- so keep checking back.
8.9.04
ahh- closure
So- the Velocity death trap finally died- the brakes just went on her on my way home from my last day at work (the manufacturer I worked with pulled their funding)- so I could take the generous severance package or become a regular sales rep- I took the package :)
Now I'm planning on buying a newer car (with brakes, an exhaust- stuff like that) and going to the East Coast for October. See the folks and some friends- then come back and relax- look for something more interesting to do than sell fucking computers for a living.
Now I'm planning on buying a newer car (with brakes, an exhaust- stuff like that) and going to the East Coast for October. See the folks and some friends- then come back and relax- look for something more interesting to do than sell fucking computers for a living.
3.9.04
The Long and the Short of it
People came to the Phoon- some of them I didn't want to see- not even my friends, close to enemies.
One guy got cranked on coke and was randomly talk shit to people- another guy was so drunk we had to have security take his keys and call .08 to drive him and his car and his SCARED SHITLESS date home (first "date"- friend of his roommate- I'd feel sorry for him but he is so clueless as to how un-appealling he is that it wouldn't be worth my time).
And Cynthia- on a coke rage- being loud and self righteous- I had to ask her to use her inside voice. And me- in the middle of this- sketched out- up for 40 hours, "e"-tarded, been drinking for 12 hours and hopped up on speed- and the only halfway normal person there.
Except Linda- sweet, sweet woman- gave me a baggie of weed! Love that woman- it's the only gift I got!
Went home- changed- went to stereo (second gift- free tickets from Sabrina!! Thanks, hon!) Turbo is back- we buy drugs at my house- get into the club and NO ONE WE KNOW is there.
Sure- Sara, Mel and the kids are in force- but the crowd is thin and looks like no one has actually paid to get in tonight as Morales is tomorrow and that will be FUCKED.
As this is Turbo's first night back in MTL since Europe- he's been drinking and did some speed and we have a new batch of G- he's WIRED in the first hour- which is a good thing- since he and I are the only people dancing out of the 200 peopel milling about Stereo.
It's Big Al's fucking birthday gig! And it is beginning to look like a junior high sock-hop, the boys and girls are seperated, the gays off in their corner, no one is dancing!
My body is killing me from lack of sleep and the hard work out I gave it the night before- but somehow I get dancing for an hour and eventual the crowd warms up (read: their E hits them). I vanish to the side to jsut listen to the music.
Then- I see it- two girls are rubbing water all over some guy who's convulsing near a speaker stack... then I look again- IT"S FUCKING TURBO- I run down to see what the fuck, his face is so contorted I barely recognize him, and every muscle in his body seems to be clenching and un-clenching in unison.
He's gotta sit down- oddly my first thoughts aren't about his health- it's about his pride: would he like to be known as one of the guys who's wiped out at Stereo- or can I get him off to a corner where he can G out with some dignity?
Turb's a big guy, though- I call Ian over to help- but he just laughs at him. Turbo can't speak- he doesn't even seem to recognize me. He keeps putting his hands to his mouth like he is about to vomit, which is the ony real hazard. If he inhales his own vomit he will sufficate on it...
On our way to a corner he grabs ahold of one of the pipe columns and won't let go- this is getting scary- so I relent and get security..they take him downstairs and watch him for an hour until he passes out- I leave my number in case he needs a lift or his condition changes and go hame at 6 AM- Pass out.
Sleep until Morales' birthday- Saturday- 1 AM- Stereo Bar so I don't have to wait in line. Excellent- what more can I say- God Damn excellent night- 16 hours of dancing- if you didn't see me there there's no way to describe it.
(every once-in-awhile if I was talking to someone and Morales would play a new tune I would yell " FUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEEE" and shoot back to the dance floor- amazing!)
And that was that.
One guy got cranked on coke and was randomly talk shit to people- another guy was so drunk we had to have security take his keys and call .08 to drive him and his car and his SCARED SHITLESS date home (first "date"- friend of his roommate- I'd feel sorry for him but he is so clueless as to how un-appealling he is that it wouldn't be worth my time).
And Cynthia- on a coke rage- being loud and self righteous- I had to ask her to use her inside voice. And me- in the middle of this- sketched out- up for 40 hours, "e"-tarded, been drinking for 12 hours and hopped up on speed- and the only halfway normal person there.
Except Linda- sweet, sweet woman- gave me a baggie of weed! Love that woman- it's the only gift I got!
Went home- changed- went to stereo (second gift- free tickets from Sabrina!! Thanks, hon!) Turbo is back- we buy drugs at my house- get into the club and NO ONE WE KNOW is there.
Sure- Sara, Mel and the kids are in force- but the crowd is thin and looks like no one has actually paid to get in tonight as Morales is tomorrow and that will be FUCKED.
As this is Turbo's first night back in MTL since Europe- he's been drinking and did some speed and we have a new batch of G- he's WIRED in the first hour- which is a good thing- since he and I are the only people dancing out of the 200 peopel milling about Stereo.
It's Big Al's fucking birthday gig! And it is beginning to look like a junior high sock-hop, the boys and girls are seperated, the gays off in their corner, no one is dancing!
My body is killing me from lack of sleep and the hard work out I gave it the night before- but somehow I get dancing for an hour and eventual the crowd warms up (read: their E hits them). I vanish to the side to jsut listen to the music.
Then- I see it- two girls are rubbing water all over some guy who's convulsing near a speaker stack... then I look again- IT"S FUCKING TURBO- I run down to see what the fuck, his face is so contorted I barely recognize him, and every muscle in his body seems to be clenching and un-clenching in unison.
He's gotta sit down- oddly my first thoughts aren't about his health- it's about his pride: would he like to be known as one of the guys who's wiped out at Stereo- or can I get him off to a corner where he can G out with some dignity?
Turb's a big guy, though- I call Ian over to help- but he just laughs at him. Turbo can't speak- he doesn't even seem to recognize me. He keeps putting his hands to his mouth like he is about to vomit, which is the ony real hazard. If he inhales his own vomit he will sufficate on it...
On our way to a corner he grabs ahold of one of the pipe columns and won't let go- this is getting scary- so I relent and get security..they take him downstairs and watch him for an hour until he passes out- I leave my number in case he needs a lift or his condition changes and go hame at 6 AM- Pass out.
Sleep until Morales' birthday- Saturday- 1 AM- Stereo Bar so I don't have to wait in line. Excellent- what more can I say- God Damn excellent night- 16 hours of dancing- if you didn't see me there there's no way to describe it.
(every once-in-awhile if I was talking to someone and Morales would play a new tune I would yell " FUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEEE" and shoot back to the dance floor- amazing!)
And that was that.
2.9.04
favorite blogs
I know, I know; you're waiting for the end of my birthday post- I've been busy! OK?
Meltingdolls- the travails of Bunny McIntosh:http://meltingdolls.blogspot.com/
Agency Chick-http://agencychick.typepad.com/
Raymihttp://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/
and Like Sundayhttp://likesunday.typepad.com/1/
Why are all the blogs I read by women?? Anyone suggest a good blog written by a guy?
Meltingdolls- the travails of Bunny McIntosh:http://meltingdolls.blogspot.com/
Agency Chick-http://agencychick.typepad.com/
Raymihttp://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/
and Like Sundayhttp://likesunday.typepad.com/1/
Why are all the blogs I read by women?? Anyone suggest a good blog written by a guy?
1.9.04
Friday morning
Don't get me wrong here- I never even got Mary-Anne's phone number. She goes out dancing a lot and so do I- and she is GOOD- she has that noble prancing type of moves, cat like, very up-right and feminine. I made sure to say good-bye to her when I left. She said she'd see me soon.
I didn't say good-bye to Janet- the only thing she managed to say to me all night was to ask if I had any blow.
Went home- tried to sleep- no good- got maybe an hour or two- went downtown. I knew MamaThang and JGirl were working- I owed JGirl $20 and needed to get it to her. Went shopping- bought myself a birthday Zippo, a $45 Diesel undershirt for Morales night (light weight- skin tight- black- PERFECT).
Met up with Mike and Phil for a b-day lunch- which descended into strippers at the Downtown- great idea when you're coming down off your E to have full contact VIP dances in a dark lit room with a girl who speaks very little english and is paid to get men horny.
After an hour or so of that I decide it might be a good idea to get some air so it's off to the patio of Sir Winstons on Crescent St. This was a great idea until the funk band that is playing for some auto-racing event starts their sound check- it was a bit unworldly and too loud!
Then, it was off to the Typhoon to meet my co-workers. How would they be doing this fine Friday afternoon?
I didn't say good-bye to Janet- the only thing she managed to say to me all night was to ask if I had any blow.
Went home- tried to sleep- no good- got maybe an hour or two- went downtown. I knew MamaThang and JGirl were working- I owed JGirl $20 and needed to get it to her. Went shopping- bought myself a birthday Zippo, a $45 Diesel undershirt for Morales night (light weight- skin tight- black- PERFECT).
Met up with Mike and Phil for a b-day lunch- which descended into strippers at the Downtown- great idea when you're coming down off your E to have full contact VIP dances in a dark lit room with a girl who speaks very little english and is paid to get men horny.
After an hour or so of that I decide it might be a good idea to get some air so it's off to the patio of Sir Winstons on Crescent St. This was a great idea until the funk band that is playing for some auto-racing event starts their sound check- it was a bit unworldly and too loud!
Then, it was off to the Typhoon to meet my co-workers. How would they be doing this fine Friday afternoon?
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