Last I left you was Tuesday with the car deciding to fall more into disrepair.
That night I hit Salon Daome for more crunk and funk- was slightly crunked this time- met some interesting people, including some of JGirl's friends.
I was meant to recuperate on Wednesday but I couldn't sleep after work-I was supposed to have a beer with a woman I had met a few weeks ago. She works for the CBC, though, and had to work late.
When I got home- my roomie informed me that Lana was coming over for drinks- she showed close to midnight- and I got to bed at 2 in the AM.
Thursday ROCKED- met Turbo after work at the St. Laurent street fair, in front of In Beat Records- started my official Birthday drinking! Ian showed, Lana and her GF walked by and I dragged them into the fun. I also chased down Mary on her way back home- she's moving out of the 99 party house (Yan, Sabs and Steph- and soon add Hadden). She's looking forward to it- Sabs says I should think of dating her- I'm not sure- she's cute and all, and smart, but she's ten years younger than I am and I'm not sure there's any chemistry there...
Follow up a few hours of that with drinks in the park with Manouso, JGirl, Mary, some guy (God- I'm horrible at names!) and MamaThang! And then off to Stereo Bar for the U-da-ho party.
Which sucked ass- lots of it- the bar was dead and everyone who was there was drunker than us already. Alki was in good form- slutted up quite nicely in a black slinky dress and peroxide blonde wig.
Sabs was wearing her black dress with the never ending cleavage. Everyone looked fab- the music was good but there was not much dancing- so some of us went to Circus :)
This time Circus was pretty packed- Eric Simon was DJing and the crowd of 150 or so was half die-hard afterhours people, or newbies (one guy was holed up in a corner, sweating and holding himself in a semi-fetal position). Security Janet was there from Stereo- and "the Amazon Blonde" who has caught my eye at Stereo over the months was there- I introduced myself- her name is Mary-Anne- her English is passable, and she is quite nice- we danced a bit together- but I'm going to have to decide how I want this to go.
More later.
30.8.04
September at Stereo
I'm only going to go twice this month:
18 La Vie en Stereo Big Al & David Moralesand
24 Reset XTended Fred Everything
After Fred Everything was the saving grace of the last Reset night I went to, I must show him the proper respect by partying it out with him on the 24th.
18 La Vie en Stereo Big Al & David Moralesand
24 Reset XTended Fred Everything
After Fred Everything was the saving grace of the last Reset night I went to, I must show him the proper respect by partying it out with him on the 24th.
26.8.04
Monday- part 2
After the Go-Go we made a quick jaunt to Euro-Deli and then off to Juice. Turbo is a big fan of clubs that have some sort of House/ Techno music. Me- I like crowds. Juice was more of a Turbo thing- over designed, no seating, big dance floor- EMPTY- but with R&B style tunes. Two over priced Heinekens later and we were back on the street- looking for something.
The only two bars with any number of customers were the Go-Go (which was nearly full at this point) and the Biftek St. Laurent. Biftek it was!
Only slightly less of a health and safety risk than the Miami- we settled in to drink some Boreale Red and watch Olympic coverage on the CBC. The crowd was a mix of punks, baqdly dressed McGill students and old geezers.
Turbo and I finally decided to wrap it at midnight. Tonight at Salon Daome should be much better.
The only two bars with any number of customers were the Go-Go (which was nearly full at this point) and the Biftek St. Laurent. Biftek it was!
Only slightly less of a health and safety risk than the Miami- we settled in to drink some Boreale Red and watch Olympic coverage on the CBC. The crowd was a mix of punks, baqdly dressed McGill students and old geezers.
Turbo and I finally decided to wrap it at midnight. Tonight at Salon Daome should be much better.
Happy B-day music
Sondre Lerche Virtue And Wine
The White Stripes Fell In Love With A Girl
The Postal Service Suddenly Everything Has Changed
10,000 Maniacs A Campfire Song
Bastone & Burnz Lude
David Guetta Just For One Day (Heroes) (Radio Edit)
Travis Somewhere Else
Guided By Voices Tractor Rape Chain
The Crystal Method True Grit
The Tragically Hip Ahead By A Century
Hole Pale Blue Eyes
Billy Bragg A New England
Radiohead Kid A
The Sugarcubes Motorcrash
Various Artists The Way (Put Your Hand In My Hand)
Talking Heads The Good Thing
Thievery Corporation Gus Gus Polyesterday
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Brompton Oratory
Jethro Tull Glory Row - Previously Unreleased
The Pixies Bone Machine
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The White Stripes Fell In Love With A Girl
The Postal Service Suddenly Everything Has Changed
10,000 Maniacs A Campfire Song
Bastone & Burnz Lude
David Guetta Just For One Day (Heroes) (Radio Edit)
Travis Somewhere Else
Guided By Voices Tractor Rape Chain
The Crystal Method True Grit
The Tragically Hip Ahead By A Century
Hole Pale Blue Eyes
Billy Bragg A New England
Radiohead Kid A
The Sugarcubes Motorcrash
Various Artists The Way (Put Your Hand In My Hand)
Talking Heads The Good Thing
Thievery Corporation Gus Gus Polyesterday
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Brompton Oratory
Jethro Tull Glory Row - Previously Unreleased
The Pixies Bone Machine
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25.8.04
Monday on My Mind
How much is there to do on the Main on a Monday night? Not a whole hell of a lot!
Met Turbo for drinks at Reservoir at 6- which got stale pretty quick. Don't get me wrong, we had lots of catching up to do after his Amsterdam/ Geneva trip- and he has the following day off of work----so we decide to make an adventure of it.
After leaving the relative safety of the Reservoir we decide to look for some snow- we look in for Tony at some fo his haunts- no go, it's not even 8 PM yet. So, we are puzzled when we notice we are standing in front of the Miami- which Brian has never been too. Not that it is a great bar by any means, but it is totally a Montréal landmark and the completely sketchiest, sleaziest dive on the Main.
In we go- the pool table is empty and stained, a few cigarette burns on the felt- the bar looks like it was handmade out of wood lot remnants by Cro-Magnon man. The waitress is suitably attired, yet has that late afternoon heroin-chic look down pat. Her casual disinterest in us is almost seductive. Two Boreal Blonde. One game of pool. A brief stint on the patio (which now sports a 6 foot tall fence, too dissuade "jumpers")
Next- stop in at a friends- where I am plied with a quick joint- we almost get sucked into watching "Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas", but we resist, and continue our mission.
The Go-Go lounge is as pretentious as the Miami is unassuming. It is made up of low sung plastic seats that were designed more for looks than for comfort- poor lighting, expensive faux martini's and surly, inept waitresses who make a living being professionally size 3.Mind you- the drinks are good. And we run into someone- Allan from Stereo. Allan was with Anne the first time I met her on the mountain. He's a nice enough guy- he's forgotten my name- he's with two thin little teen-age girls. He's trying to pick one of them up- he keeps giving me the look to stop talking about partying (he is trying to explain she doesn't do drugs)
They split- Turbo and I get smashed sitting in the window seats. They've installed two metal/wire cords across the window opening, supposedly to keep drunks like us from dashing on our tab.
We proceed to take note of some great one liners- Turbo threatens to use them on the message boards:
"How come no one is walking close enough to spank?"- blkshrt
"I lost my moral compass at Beach Club"- blkshrt
I can't remember them all right now...we knew this would happen but the waitress thing would not give us a pen, or anything sharp for that matter.Stay tuned- part 2 coming up.
Met Turbo for drinks at Reservoir at 6- which got stale pretty quick. Don't get me wrong, we had lots of catching up to do after his Amsterdam/ Geneva trip- and he has the following day off of work----so we decide to make an adventure of it.
After leaving the relative safety of the Reservoir we decide to look for some snow- we look in for Tony at some fo his haunts- no go, it's not even 8 PM yet. So, we are puzzled when we notice we are standing in front of the Miami- which Brian has never been too. Not that it is a great bar by any means, but it is totally a Montréal landmark and the completely sketchiest, sleaziest dive on the Main.
In we go- the pool table is empty and stained, a few cigarette burns on the felt- the bar looks like it was handmade out of wood lot remnants by Cro-Magnon man. The waitress is suitably attired, yet has that late afternoon heroin-chic look down pat. Her casual disinterest in us is almost seductive. Two Boreal Blonde. One game of pool. A brief stint on the patio (which now sports a 6 foot tall fence, too dissuade "jumpers")
Next- stop in at a friends- where I am plied with a quick joint- we almost get sucked into watching "Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas", but we resist, and continue our mission.
The Go-Go lounge is as pretentious as the Miami is unassuming. It is made up of low sung plastic seats that were designed more for looks than for comfort- poor lighting, expensive faux martini's and surly, inept waitresses who make a living being professionally size 3.Mind you- the drinks are good. And we run into someone- Allan from Stereo. Allan was with Anne the first time I met her on the mountain. He's a nice enough guy- he's forgotten my name- he's with two thin little teen-age girls. He's trying to pick one of them up- he keeps giving me the look to stop talking about partying (he is trying to explain she doesn't do drugs)
They split- Turbo and I get smashed sitting in the window seats. They've installed two metal/wire cords across the window opening, supposedly to keep drunks like us from dashing on our tab.
We proceed to take note of some great one liners- Turbo threatens to use them on the message boards:
"How come no one is walking close enough to spank?"- blkshrt
"I lost my moral compass at Beach Club"- blkshrt
I can't remember them all right now...we knew this would happen but the waitress thing would not give us a pen, or anything sharp for that matter.Stay tuned- part 2 coming up.
23.8.04
Jack- the four hour mission
Oh- I nearly forgot!!
After going to Unity and Circus on Thursday night I slept 2 hours and was awoken by buddy Jack. We had pre-arranged for me to go over to Cote-St. Luc and pick up his old BBQ as his fiancee had bought him a new $800 BBQ that is off the wall!
So- off I go- I stop in at the Starbucks and get my usual- but they are confused: I am three hours later than usual and look like I'd been beaten about the head with a wet sack of flour. The staff are afraid- I've put them off-balance.
Problem one- I have no idea where Jack lives- he is trying to give me directions when- in a moment of clarity- I ask him to meet me at work- which is about as far West on the island as I can get to under my own power (except Sumi's- bizarrely enough).
Jack is pulling up at work in synch with me- so off we go. The BBQ is huge. We first fix my trunk lock which has been mysteriously busted for a month now. Then we simply hoist the BBQ in upside down, strap the whole thing down- and we are off!
Driving to my house is uneventful except for the guy I run onto the curb whilst changing lanes with no rear view visibility(trunk open+BBQ= no way!)- we get it up-stairs, we have a smoke- then the fun really begins.
You see, Jack's lease on his KIA-mobil is done and he needs to drop it off and then pick up his new Honda.
Off we go to Hochelaga-Maisoneuve (you would think I'd know how to spell these place names after living in MTL for 10 years, but not really- I'm kind of just a tourist in some ways; waitresses never ask me if I want feves au lard or creton when I have le petite dejeuner. I blame the school system). The KIA place is right under some train tracks, under a bridge, almost- and I have to park right around this blind turn leading onto a throughfare. Jack seems to take forever getting his shit together while I am sitting in the car waiting for some tool to come around the corner in an SUV and ROLL OVER MY HEAD.
Which- at this point in the morning/yesterday night- would have been a relief.
Then it's of to the town of St. Leonard- which is appreciably more North and East in Montreal then I have been for any reason, even whilst driving to New Brunswick.
Finally- Jack has his new car, we've had lunch at Harvey's (that will stay down long given my diet of booze and pills!) and I am free to get home at 3:30 in the afternoon- four hours later.
I go to bed- set my alarm for 8:30. Pre-party at Sabrina's, don't ya know? Club opens in 11 and a half hours....
After going to Unity and Circus on Thursday night I slept 2 hours and was awoken by buddy Jack. We had pre-arranged for me to go over to Cote-St. Luc and pick up his old BBQ as his fiancee had bought him a new $800 BBQ that is off the wall!
So- off I go- I stop in at the Starbucks and get my usual- but they are confused: I am three hours later than usual and look like I'd been beaten about the head with a wet sack of flour. The staff are afraid- I've put them off-balance.
Problem one- I have no idea where Jack lives- he is trying to give me directions when- in a moment of clarity- I ask him to meet me at work- which is about as far West on the island as I can get to under my own power (except Sumi's- bizarrely enough).
Jack is pulling up at work in synch with me- so off we go. The BBQ is huge. We first fix my trunk lock which has been mysteriously busted for a month now. Then we simply hoist the BBQ in upside down, strap the whole thing down- and we are off!
Driving to my house is uneventful except for the guy I run onto the curb whilst changing lanes with no rear view visibility(trunk open+BBQ= no way!)- we get it up-stairs, we have a smoke- then the fun really begins.
You see, Jack's lease on his KIA-mobil is done and he needs to drop it off and then pick up his new Honda.
Off we go to Hochelaga-Maisoneuve (you would think I'd know how to spell these place names after living in MTL for 10 years, but not really- I'm kind of just a tourist in some ways; waitresses never ask me if I want feves au lard or creton when I have le petite dejeuner. I blame the school system). The KIA place is right under some train tracks, under a bridge, almost- and I have to park right around this blind turn leading onto a throughfare. Jack seems to take forever getting his shit together while I am sitting in the car waiting for some tool to come around the corner in an SUV and ROLL OVER MY HEAD.
Which- at this point in the morning/yesterday night- would have been a relief.
Then it's of to the town of St. Leonard- which is appreciably more North and East in Montreal then I have been for any reason, even whilst driving to New Brunswick.
Finally- Jack has his new car, we've had lunch at Harvey's (that will stay down long given my diet of booze and pills!) and I am free to get home at 3:30 in the afternoon- four hours later.
I go to bed- set my alarm for 8:30. Pre-party at Sabrina's, don't ya know? Club opens in 11 and a half hours....
18.8.04
Muffler troubles
Well, no- the muffler is too hot and starts melting the handle of the umbrella.
Solution- in the back of my car is a collection of half-full water bottles from various weekend after-hours.
Unscrew- spritz muffler with water, grasp with hands- yank off.
Works well- but the muffler is very dirty, and two of the hooks on the assembly are quite sturdy (despite the fact that the pipe leading to the engine seems to be rusted completely in half, and there is a fist sized rust hole in the muffler itself!) I have to get some sort of tool to loosen the rubber mountings around the U-bolt that is preventing me from getting to work.
I consider just not going to work.
I look in the car for said tool- seems the fucker who got my wallet and cell phone also found my leather-man in the side compartment of my driver door...
So I grab the underside of my rear bumper, test my weight, and kick the muffler off with my sandaled feet. Fun! Put muffler in my trunk, notice a slight burning smell on my way to work- ignore it. Park in the underground lot. Hope the car catches fire, explodes, building burns down so I can leave and get some sleep.
Solution- in the back of my car is a collection of half-full water bottles from various weekend after-hours.
Unscrew- spritz muffler with water, grasp with hands- yank off.
Works well- but the muffler is very dirty, and two of the hooks on the assembly are quite sturdy (despite the fact that the pipe leading to the engine seems to be rusted completely in half, and there is a fist sized rust hole in the muffler itself!) I have to get some sort of tool to loosen the rubber mountings around the U-bolt that is preventing me from getting to work.
I consider just not going to work.
I look in the car for said tool- seems the fucker who got my wallet and cell phone also found my leather-man in the side compartment of my driver door...
So I grab the underside of my rear bumper, test my weight, and kick the muffler off with my sandaled feet. Fun! Put muffler in my trunk, notice a slight burning smell on my way to work- ignore it. Park in the underground lot. Hope the car catches fire, explodes, building burns down so I can leave and get some sleep.
16.8.04
The Velocity Death Trap
Is a vintage 1990 Toyota Corolla I bought a year ago from my pal Mike. It is a 4 door, 5 speed rust on gray sedan that has had to have periodic visits to the cut rate mechanics I know who view the thing as a challenge.
No matter what needs to be done to it to keep it on the road, I have always insisted that I pay less than $250. This is precisely exactly HALF of the 5 bills I paid for the thing.
But, today, I think, the rule will be broken. I decided I will keep the bloody thing through this winter for the comfort and convenience of myself and various friends. This will require:
1 new snow tires, since the snow tires that came on it have been run year round for 2 years now and are akin to nice, smooth balloons
2 some sort of shocks or struts- I know not which
3 some sort of welded or riveted plate over the rusting aperture that was the sun roof, at some point. (This is commonly referred to in the rain as the car's sprinkler system)
And, today- late for work already after a long line at Starbucks- 8:35 AM the tape player becomes unstuck and ejects the Billy Bragg cassette that has been lodged in there for 2 weeks (I promptly flip it over and insert it back in- works fine now!) when I hear a bumping and grinding noise.
Turn off tape, slow down to let nearest car pass me... then the sinking feeling that"Hey, that's MY car that sounds like it is causing harm to the asphalt!"
FUN!!
I'm not sure many people have tried to remove a half-detached muffler and pipe assembly from under their car in morning rush hour on Cote-St-Catherine with their bare hands before. It is not advisable, really.
The muffler is hot, for one thing, since all the heated exhaust from the COMBUSTION ENGINE (note the word: combustion, meaning: burning) is being forced through a maze of sheet metal so your neighbours can sleep okay.
The tail pipe should also be hot- as this is the last point where the super-heated gas is ejected into the smoggy haze that surrounds the Decarie Auto Route for 6 blocks on either side.
Having no gloves in the car in the middle of August, I turn to what has not been stolen from my car recently- a long cane style umbrella with U shaped handle.
This should work well? No?
No matter what needs to be done to it to keep it on the road, I have always insisted that I pay less than $250. This is precisely exactly HALF of the 5 bills I paid for the thing.
But, today, I think, the rule will be broken. I decided I will keep the bloody thing through this winter for the comfort and convenience of myself and various friends. This will require:
1 new snow tires, since the snow tires that came on it have been run year round for 2 years now and are akin to nice, smooth balloons
2 some sort of shocks or struts- I know not which
3 some sort of welded or riveted plate over the rusting aperture that was the sun roof, at some point. (This is commonly referred to in the rain as the car's sprinkler system)
And, today- late for work already after a long line at Starbucks- 8:35 AM the tape player becomes unstuck and ejects the Billy Bragg cassette that has been lodged in there for 2 weeks (I promptly flip it over and insert it back in- works fine now!) when I hear a bumping and grinding noise.
Turn off tape, slow down to let nearest car pass me... then the sinking feeling that"Hey, that's MY car that sounds like it is causing harm to the asphalt!"
FUN!!
I'm not sure many people have tried to remove a half-detached muffler and pipe assembly from under their car in morning rush hour on Cote-St-Catherine with their bare hands before. It is not advisable, really.
The muffler is hot, for one thing, since all the heated exhaust from the COMBUSTION ENGINE (note the word: combustion, meaning: burning) is being forced through a maze of sheet metal so your neighbours can sleep okay.
The tail pipe should also be hot- as this is the last point where the super-heated gas is ejected into the smoggy haze that surrounds the Decarie Auto Route for 6 blocks on either side.
Having no gloves in the car in the middle of August, I turn to what has not been stolen from my car recently- a long cane style umbrella with U shaped handle.
This should work well? No?
3.8.04
wrecked weekend
The weekend was great to a point- went out with Sumi and the gang on Friday to Stereo for Tom Stephan from NYC- this was a crazy, beautiful night! The music was nasty- funky- pure house! I couldn't believe how great it was!
Went back to Phil's place for the after party- slept a bit then Sumi got us into Gravity on the guest pass- POWERFUL system there- too bad my legs were rubber and I didn't have anything in me. DJ was abit up and down, too but Sumi really liked the music- so did Anne.
Then off to Stereo for gay house anthems with Steve Travolta for Pride week. I like Stereo when it is packed but not like this- it was SUPER packed- I took my shirt off right when I got up the stairs- it was RETARDEDLY hot, 110% humidity and 98 degrees- like breathing warm water in there. anne and I wigged out at 9 or so and got ready for Beach Club where we got some more and I g'ed out around 5 PM in front of Brian and his friend Oliver from Ottawa- Anne was so great, talking to me and easing me into my g-nap :)
Once I was back up we danced until close- when we discovered that someone had stolen my backpack with my wallet, cell phone, and keys!! How stupid could I have been to leave that there! Oh well- no use crying over spilled milk!
Anne and Carol want to go to Ottawa on Saturday this week but it appears to conflict with Sumi's birthday celebrations. I'm going to have to talk to Anne about this...
Went back to Phil's place for the after party- slept a bit then Sumi got us into Gravity on the guest pass- POWERFUL system there- too bad my legs were rubber and I didn't have anything in me. DJ was abit up and down, too but Sumi really liked the music- so did Anne.
Then off to Stereo for gay house anthems with Steve Travolta for Pride week. I like Stereo when it is packed but not like this- it was SUPER packed- I took my shirt off right when I got up the stairs- it was RETARDEDLY hot, 110% humidity and 98 degrees- like breathing warm water in there. anne and I wigged out at 9 or so and got ready for Beach Club where we got some more and I g'ed out around 5 PM in front of Brian and his friend Oliver from Ottawa- Anne was so great, talking to me and easing me into my g-nap :)
Once I was back up we danced until close- when we discovered that someone had stolen my backpack with my wallet, cell phone, and keys!! How stupid could I have been to leave that there! Oh well- no use crying over spilled milk!
Anne and Carol want to go to Ottawa on Saturday this week but it appears to conflict with Sumi's birthday celebrations. I'm going to have to talk to Anne about this...
31.7.04
oozing bad vibes
How do you spell oozing anyway- that just looks wrong.
Just had coffee and laundry with Nadia- good to see her, its been too long: like 2 months! We used to see each other every week!
She's been working and spent a week with her extended family in a cottage near Ottawa.
Right now though the lack of solids, the cough medicine and this beer is just making me feel like a sack of shit. I have no idea what to do tonight- no passes to Stereo- nobody seems to be going out (Brian says it is too gay because of Pride Week)- I don't care- I am addicted to bass.
Hmmmm.
Just had coffee and laundry with Nadia- good to see her, its been too long: like 2 months! We used to see each other every week!
She's been working and spent a week with her extended family in a cottage near Ottawa.
Right now though the lack of solids, the cough medicine and this beer is just making me feel like a sack of shit. I have no idea what to do tonight- no passes to Stereo- nobody seems to be going out (Brian says it is too gay because of Pride Week)- I don't care- I am addicted to bass.
Hmmmm.
30.7.04
u miss a lot when sleeping
Including the previously mentioned party. Anne and I got home and crashed- by the time we woke up it was well past midnight and we had no desire to do anything except fuck and then go back to sleep.
Sumi says the night went well- lots of dancing, then everyone went to Circus and she loved the music. I wonder if Sabs liked it at all? She hated it last time. Still waiting to hear on passes for tonight. Very critical!! Must call and find out.
Feeling better at work- new manager on Monday might have a better idea of how to use me.
Sumi says the night went well- lots of dancing, then everyone went to Circus and she loved the music. I wonder if Sabs liked it at all? She hated it last time. Still waiting to hear on passes for tonight. Very critical!! Must call and find out.
Feeling better at work- new manager on Monday might have a better idea of how to use me.
Aye Aye- CAPTAIN
I will Follow you to Tequila Hell!
Tonight is the My Little Pony party (don't ask!!) These things start so late! I'm exhausted and it won't start until 11 or so!
Oh well- Anne won't come- Sumi will be there, maybe Turbo? Maybe Flo? Who knows? Drink a bit, go to work late on Friday.
Tonight is the My Little Pony party (don't ask!!) These things start so late! I'm exhausted and it won't start until 11 or so!
Oh well- Anne won't come- Sumi will be there, maybe Turbo? Maybe Flo? Who knows? Drink a bit, go to work late on Friday.
Speaking of the dead
Jamie is in the office today to clear out his desk- he's one of the 40 lucky souls who get the rest of the summer (and forever)off. He's been cleaning his new house, spending time with his wife, drinking beer...
A Scottish bloke- Jamie used to be on my Specialist team a year and a half ago before he got downsized out of that position and had to do some acrobatics to get a job in Service sales.
Services are our new "growth" area- so they gutted the department when it wasn't performing up to snuff.
I hope he can make his mortgage payments.
A Scottish bloke- Jamie used to be on my Specialist team a year and a half ago before he got downsized out of that position and had to do some acrobatics to get a job in Service sales.
Services are our new "growth" area- so they gutted the department when it wasn't performing up to snuff.
I hope he can make his mortgage payments.
21.7.04
Stop talking to me- you are dead already
Yesterday we got rid of some 40+ people where I work while I was "working from home!" I got in to work today to hear a sales director, 3 managers, and various rif-raff had been laid off/ fired- too bad it wasn't more (too bad they didn't keep more of the cute girls they had hired!)
They did keep a wandering band of idiots who sit close to me with bad personal hygiene and worse manners. I will have to deal with them on my own time, it seems.
They did keep a wandering band of idiots who sit close to me with bad personal hygiene and worse manners. I will have to deal with them on my own time, it seems.
14.7.04
Word to those new to the after-hours scene
Current Music: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds/ Song of Joy
Never, ever switch from wearing your non-descript black shades at work to wearing your new raver blue-silver sun blockers at work unles you want to have a sketchy conversation with your HR director...
Never, ever switch from wearing your non-descript black shades at work to wearing your new raver blue-silver sun blockers at work unles you want to have a sketchy conversation with your HR director...
10.7.04
Lunch in the park
Current Music: Takako Minekawa/ Fancy Work Funk
Wear cargo pants on casual Friday with the zip off legs- grab a salad and a bottle of water- a book and an MP3 player- and go tan in the park at lunch. Watch children play in the wading pool. Smile. Think about your parents. Remember your own childhood. Come back 10 minutes late...Repeat until golden brown.
Wear cargo pants on casual Friday with the zip off legs- grab a salad and a bottle of water- a book and an MP3 player- and go tan in the park at lunch. Watch children play in the wading pool. Smile. Think about your parents. Remember your own childhood. Come back 10 minutes late...Repeat until golden brown.
Horrible madness
Late night with Anne and the newly engaged Cynthia and Jack- they left at around midnight after 5 hours of drinking, smoking and talking.I left Anne in bed this morning- it's a nice feeling wanting to stay in bed and hold someone while the day ticks away.
24.5.04
The CBC had better get their heads out of their asses--
-or else I am going to start getting right pissed. The way they were talking on The National tonight you would think the Conservatives had already won Ontario, the West and most of rural British Columbia! Not to mention a handful of East Coast ridings! If things keep going like this the NDP had better buy some pretty serious attack ads against the conservatives.Or a small television network--- what are the Aspers up to these days?
Jack Layton, New Democrat leader- should shave off that mustache and be seen actually sleeping with his hot and real-politik Asian wife so voters will think he has some sort of life outside of screaming in scrums in the halls of Parliament. If he can't pull this one together we're in for a long 5 years of bland Liberal majority government or an even worse 5 years of Stephen Harper trying to keep his MP's out of their pages' pants and/ or jail.
Not saying Layton would win the election- but the NDP would make a great partner in a minority government.
Jack Layton, New Democrat leader- should shave off that mustache and be seen actually sleeping with his hot and real-politik Asian wife so voters will think he has some sort of life outside of screaming in scrums in the halls of Parliament. If he can't pull this one together we're in for a long 5 years of bland Liberal majority government or an even worse 5 years of Stephen Harper trying to keep his MP's out of their pages' pants and/ or jail.
Not saying Layton would win the election- but the NDP would make a great partner in a minority government.
22.5.04
And they're off!!
My morning television viewing got off to a bad foot as I watched Canadian Prime Minister Paul Martin walk down Sussex Drive in Ottawa to the home of Lieutenant Governor Adrienne Clarkson to dissolve Parliament and call a General Election for June 28.
18.5.04
India's Congress chooses Singh as PM: "excessive euphoria "
I can't think of a more tragic mis-step in democracy than the leader of a parliamentary party not becoming Prime Minister because of some heckling by the minority members of the government!
12.5.04
That does it-
I'm shutting down all of my internet dating accounts! I'm simply NOT going to pay to meet the people that seem to want to meet me!
It's been amusing to read these people's profiles but there seems to be no one new posting. It's all a blur- some of these people have the same posting on Tickle, Match.com, the Onion personals!! everywhere!
And everytime I try to sneak my email address into my profile either no one gets up the nerve to email me (even though we've winked or flirted back and forth 6 times!) or their too stupid to clue in to what the address is!
I'll have to post some excerpts of these women's profiles- it could make for a very interesting version of those daily affirmation books you see at Multimags.
It's been amusing to read these people's profiles but there seems to be no one new posting. It's all a blur- some of these people have the same posting on Tickle, Match.com, the Onion personals!! everywhere!
And everytime I try to sneak my email address into my profile either no one gets up the nerve to email me (even though we've winked or flirted back and forth 6 times!) or their too stupid to clue in to what the address is!
I'll have to post some excerpts of these women's profiles- it could make for a very interesting version of those daily affirmation books you see at Multimags.
11.5.04
Recently Listened to on Launch
Nirvana Negative Creep
Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Flavor Part 2 - Remix
Morcheeba Trigger Hippie
Mazzy Star Give You My Lovin
Blonde Redhead Hated Because Of Great Qualities
The Pixies Monkey Gone To Heaven - LP Version
Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Flavor Part 2 - Remix
Morcheeba Trigger Hippie
Mazzy Star Give You My Lovin
Blonde Redhead Hated Because Of Great Qualities
The Pixies Monkey Gone To Heaven - LP Version
Dancing at Circus
There will be much partying with my friend Tammy et al at Circus our DJ Nivoc is playing and it was irresistible last Friday.
I'm trying to figure out how to load photos onto this thing so give me a short time to figure this out...
I'm trying to figure out how to load photos onto this thing so give me a short time to figure this out...
8.5.04
A bit of Melancholy
**short IM with someone I'm dating**
Tenacious J: we have the most bizarre IM conversations...
I'm flying to the moon & back: what makes you say that?
Tenacious J: they are way more bizarre than our actual conversations
I'm flying to the moon & back: we don't talk much when we're together
Tenacious J: how does that make you feel?
I'm flying to the moon & back: LOL I think we're too busy groping each other
Tenacious J: :) no, seriously
I'm flying to the moon & back: I'm not good talking about my feelings :)
Tenacious J: I am when I want to...
God- suddenly I'm depressed...
Tenacious J: we have the most bizarre IM conversations...
I'm flying to the moon & back: what makes you say that?
Tenacious J: they are way more bizarre than our actual conversations
I'm flying to the moon & back: we don't talk much when we're together
Tenacious J: how does that make you feel?
I'm flying to the moon & back: LOL I think we're too busy groping each other
Tenacious J: :) no, seriously
I'm flying to the moon & back: I'm not good talking about my feelings :)
Tenacious J: I am when I want to...
God- suddenly I'm depressed...
7.5.04
Feel the Beat
There's nothing better than watching beautiful people dancing except dancing with the beautiful people. Tammy, Stephan and I had a wicked night at Circus with DJ Nivoc, except I smoked too much -got tired around 8 AM and lost the beat.
Too many single guys at Circus- had way more fun at Stereo last week.I also end up not talking to anyone new when I'm there--is it my lack of French? What's wrong with me- still feel out of place in that scene?
Saw the most beautiful woman- she looked like Alanis Morissette except more glamorous... she was with a Latin guy who had hair just like mine, before I got it caught. She danced with me for an hour- and I didn't even ask her name.
What is the correct social convention for that?? I don't know... dancing is one hting and flirting is another.
Too many single guys at Circus- had way more fun at Stereo last week.I also end up not talking to anyone new when I'm there--is it my lack of French? What's wrong with me- still feel out of place in that scene?
Saw the most beautiful woman- she looked like Alanis Morissette except more glamorous... she was with a Latin guy who had hair just like mine, before I got it caught. She danced with me for an hour- and I didn't even ask her name.
What is the correct social convention for that?? I don't know... dancing is one hting and flirting is another.
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