My April dates have changed a little. I am no longer going to be the MC next weekend. I have been moved to the following weekend, and will be the “middle guy”… I think that's a good idea actually. I need to make a decent promo video, and that will allow me to take 5 cracks at it. I should be able to come up with something worthwhile given that many opportunities.
I'm excited to play the club with more freedom and time to stretch out on stage. It's been a long time since I had the chance to really get into the mix of it all. The last while it's been nothing but 5 -15 minute sets, and I'm chomping at the bit to take my time with material, especially the newer stuff.
Other stuff…
As you may have read in previous posts, I have kidding around about being a rock star. But in some ways I think that the cult of personality makes us all rock stars. I've met some pretty cool people in my life thus far, and most of them are rock stars in their own way. The moments that make us shine equate with being a rock star. When we realize our goals, big and small, we are rock stars. It's not about glory; it's about being a successful human being. The moment we gain the strength of conviction, or the confidence in our skin, we supercede the average, and become rock stars.
I'm been feeling much more productive in the last couple of months. (More than I have in the last couple of years…) I am beginning to understand why I spiraled out. I needed to find my way back, on my own terms. I got frustrated, and everything I tried to do just made the whole thing worse. I couldn't see my goals with any clarity. I have managed to claw my way back, and damn it; I'm a better man for it. I guess luck decided to play on my team for a while.
I owe a debt of gratitude to all the people who stood beside me. Thank you Denise, Brett, Peter, Shane, Daniel, and Especially Erin. Without her, I would have gone mad. (I'm sure I'm forgetting more people, but they know who they are, and I just want to say thanks…)
You have all helped me so much; I hope that I can return the favor someday. You got me through a lot, and got me to this point. You are all rock stars.
I am now a rock star too.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Logo
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This is a logo idea I have been playing around with. I think it might make a smashing T-shirt one day.
Stand Up Land...
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This is an older picture. I stole it from Peter's website. it was taken at Yuk Yuk's in Calgary about a million years ago. From the left: Peter Anthony, Eric the doorman, Sean Majumder, and me...
03/29/05
My friend Brett, dear readers is like a brother to me, he jotted down a few things in his blog that he'd like to do and see. I thought it was a neat idea, so I decided to do the same.
I'd like to visit a plant where they make cars. Ever since I was a kid, factories have fascinated me. I have never been in one. I'd like to check it out.
I really want to go to Israel. I want to see the birthplace of humanity's major religions. I think that might hold a key to me understanding my beliefs.
I want to go on a “Ride Along” with the police. I think spending a night with police in a positive way might be somewhat illuminating. Hopefully they will let me play with the siren, and give me a bulletproof vest to wear. (And maybe a can of pepper spray, so I can take down a “perp” or blind my self… The latter is the more likely of the two…)
I want to ride every roller coaster in the world. Maybe I can get some Internet gambling company to sponsor me; we could turn it into a media shit show. (I'd be a God to young boys everywhere…)
It would be neat to go and see those giant radar dishes that you always see in Sci-Fi movies. I just think they are very cool. I haven't the faintest clue where they are. Well besides being in the United States.
It would be great to see Gary Bettman and Bob Goodenow in a no holes barred fight to the death. Whoever wins gets to decide the fate of the National Hockey League. (Yes I meant to say “holes”…)
I'd like to spend a drunken weekend with my friends in a seedy bar, in some country where we are referred to only as “Gringos.” I'd make Brett eat the worm outta the bottle of Tequila. I'd then try to inspire Daniel into talking Brett down. That would be hours of entertainment. It wouldn't be pretty, but it sure would be fun. It's likely that Peter would spend most of the time in a ditch, trying to start arguments with other tourists (not to mention indigenous animals, great and small.) Happily, he'd forget, and we'd all laugh about it later… (Damn, that's got screenplay written all over it. Fuck You Caddyshack…)
I want to go to Europe. I need to see France, Germany, Ireland, and a host of other places. It would be useful to get a better sense of my family tree. I need to see where my ancestors lived, and where they worked. I want to see the things they saw.
Well that's it for now. I'm sure I'll come up with more as time goes by.
End of Transmission
I'd like to visit a plant where they make cars. Ever since I was a kid, factories have fascinated me. I have never been in one. I'd like to check it out.
I really want to go to Israel. I want to see the birthplace of humanity's major religions. I think that might hold a key to me understanding my beliefs.
I want to go on a “Ride Along” with the police. I think spending a night with police in a positive way might be somewhat illuminating. Hopefully they will let me play with the siren, and give me a bulletproof vest to wear. (And maybe a can of pepper spray, so I can take down a “perp” or blind my self… The latter is the more likely of the two…)
I want to ride every roller coaster in the world. Maybe I can get some Internet gambling company to sponsor me; we could turn it into a media shit show. (I'd be a God to young boys everywhere…)
It would be neat to go and see those giant radar dishes that you always see in Sci-Fi movies. I just think they are very cool. I haven't the faintest clue where they are. Well besides being in the United States.
It would be great to see Gary Bettman and Bob Goodenow in a no holes barred fight to the death. Whoever wins gets to decide the fate of the National Hockey League. (Yes I meant to say “holes”…)
I'd like to spend a drunken weekend with my friends in a seedy bar, in some country where we are referred to only as “Gringos.” I'd make Brett eat the worm outta the bottle of Tequila. I'd then try to inspire Daniel into talking Brett down. That would be hours of entertainment. It wouldn't be pretty, but it sure would be fun. It's likely that Peter would spend most of the time in a ditch, trying to start arguments with other tourists (not to mention indigenous animals, great and small.) Happily, he'd forget, and we'd all laugh about it later… (Damn, that's got screenplay written all over it. Fuck You Caddyshack…)
I want to go to Europe. I need to see France, Germany, Ireland, and a host of other places. It would be useful to get a better sense of my family tree. I need to see where my ancestors lived, and where they worked. I want to see the things they saw.
Well that's it for now. I'm sure I'll come up with more as time goes by.
End of Transmission
Saturday, March 26, 2005
03/26/05 Some stuff about me...
New things about me…
1) I live on the outskirts of Downtown, It also happens to be near the hip “Red Mile” which is the popular bar strip. The problem with this is that my neigbourhood is over run by smashed fuckers who feel the need to howl at the moon all night. Not to mention the property destruction and the needless fights. I often wish I had a flamethrower, esp. at about 4am on any given weekend night.
2) I still hate hippies.
3) I desperately need to shave. I hate shaving.
4) I believe that Terry Schivo is in a pickle. I think her husband is a shit head, but I also think her family is fucked. It's too bad that CNN has decided to make this the hot button issue of the week. It's too private a situation, and needs sober second thought, not
a media circus. Hopefully she'll find peace, and the media can get back to crucifying Michael Jackson.
5) I was raised a catholic, but I'm recovering nicely…
6) I get angry about stuff… Usually the dumbest, smallest stuff on the planet. The big stuff never fazes me. My friend Brett suggested I reverse it. I don't know how.
7) I would like to be a prophet. I should look into that one day.
8) I like chocolate cake.
9) I love hot chicken wings.
10) I'm allergic to seafood.
11) I read comic books. I think they are the modern mythology. They are definitive stories of right vs. wrong.
12) I hate Dido… and on a related topic, I hate Eminem too.
13) I want to hunt down the authors of the “Left Behind” book series. Thanks for scaring the shit out of evangelical Christians, it's not as if they weren't a little too jumpy already.
1) I live on the outskirts of Downtown, It also happens to be near the hip “Red Mile” which is the popular bar strip. The problem with this is that my neigbourhood is over run by smashed fuckers who feel the need to howl at the moon all night. Not to mention the property destruction and the needless fights. I often wish I had a flamethrower, esp. at about 4am on any given weekend night.
2) I still hate hippies.
3) I desperately need to shave. I hate shaving.
4) I believe that Terry Schivo is in a pickle. I think her husband is a shit head, but I also think her family is fucked. It's too bad that CNN has decided to make this the hot button issue of the week. It's too private a situation, and needs sober second thought, not
a media circus. Hopefully she'll find peace, and the media can get back to crucifying Michael Jackson.
5) I was raised a catholic, but I'm recovering nicely…
6) I get angry about stuff… Usually the dumbest, smallest stuff on the planet. The big stuff never fazes me. My friend Brett suggested I reverse it. I don't know how.
7) I would like to be a prophet. I should look into that one day.
8) I like chocolate cake.
9) I love hot chicken wings.
10) I'm allergic to seafood.
11) I read comic books. I think they are the modern mythology. They are definitive stories of right vs. wrong.
12) I hate Dido… and on a related topic, I hate Eminem too.
13) I want to hunt down the authors of the “Left Behind” book series. Thanks for scaring the shit out of evangelical Christians, it's not as if they weren't a little too jumpy already.
03/26/05 A couple more good quotes...
Some more really good quotes;
“Terrorism is the ultimate spectacle for a tired jaded populace.” - Don Delillo
“The US invasion of Iraq has killed an estimated 100,000 people, over 50 percent are women and children. Yet, it's the videos of pleading Western hostages we'll remember, because the victims resemble us.” - James Carroll
“Terrorism is the ultimate spectacle for a tired jaded populace.” - Don Delillo
“The US invasion of Iraq has killed an estimated 100,000 people, over 50 percent are women and children. Yet, it's the videos of pleading Western hostages we'll remember, because the victims resemble us.” - James Carroll
03/26/05 Just some Quotes I like...
I just read my friend Daniel's blog. He had some good quotes on there. i decided to put a few that I like here.
"I have a new life goal: get drunk enough to see the devil, take a few good pictures, sell them on eBay, become rich." - Jake Brigham
"It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
"We have a political system that awards office to the most ruthless, cunning, and selfish of mortals, then act surprised when those willing to do anything to win power are equally willing to do anything with it." -Michael Rivero
"I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great." - Ray Charles
"This is the way the world ends; not with a bang, but a whimper." - T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
"Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you." - Frederick Buechner
"Now, now my good man. This is no time for making enemies." - Voltaire (1694-1778) - On his deathbed, after a priest asked that he renounce Satan
"I have a new life goal: get drunk enough to see the devil, take a few good pictures, sell them on eBay, become rich." - Jake Brigham
"It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
"We have a political system that awards office to the most ruthless, cunning, and selfish of mortals, then act surprised when those willing to do anything to win power are equally willing to do anything with it." -Michael Rivero
"I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great." - Ray Charles
"This is the way the world ends; not with a bang, but a whimper." - T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
"Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you." - Frederick Buechner
"Now, now my good man. This is no time for making enemies." - Voltaire (1694-1778) - On his deathbed, after a priest asked that he renounce Satan
03/25/05 Slacking off on a Good Friday...
It's late, and I should be in bed. Instead, I'm sitting in front of this damn computer again. The cursor is flashing at me impatiently, almost like a neglected pet waiting to be fed. I had a nice quiet evening with Erin. We flaked out on the couch, and watched a couple of movies. It was nice. I like curling up with her at night, there's a sanity to it that grounds me.
I've got my headphones on so I can contain the wailing guitars that I find are a requirement when writing. Tonight's choice is the Doughboys - Home Again. It's a classic power pop record and one of my all time favorites for sure. It's the one I like to listen to when I'm feeling nostalgic. Back in my campus radio days a song from this album got spun at least once a show.
I finally finished flicking through this months copy of Adbusters. The content is getting a little more focused than it used to be. It's nice to see that it's starting to get away from the sophomoric blather, and getting into the serious business of culture jamming.
Right now they have a cool little side business going. The magazine has started an anti-corporation. They are selling ethically made sneakers with no logo, (other than a blank white spot…) and have started up a record label that helps artists rather than fuck them and then rob them blind. Apparently they have a store opening up in Vancouver where you can buy ethically made and fairly traded goods. It's a great idea, and I wish them nothing but the greatest success.
Cooler still, with the purchase of a pair of sneakers, you get a share in the company. You get to be a shareholder. That's fantastic. I can't imagine Phil Knight at Nike surrendering shares with every purchase. His head would explode.
My insomnia is back with a vengeance. It's as if my conscious hates me. I need sleep; yet, it pretty much just tells me to “Go fuck myself…” Otherwise I'm okay. I am in a bit of a creative spurt. None of the new jokes I've written are clever, but they sure are fun, and a whole lot more blue than I have ever been. It's kind of liberating. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun as a comic. It's been a while. The Toronto excursion has proved to be more fruitful than I had expected.
The Rock Star attitude has finally started to fade, which is good for my soul. Now I get to knuckle down and become something stronger. What that is, I'm not too sure, but I'll know it as it begins to take its desired shape.
I'm doing two guest spots tomorrow night. I can't wait. I've been itching to get on stage for a few days now. I get out of sorts if I haven't been on in a while. It's like a drug, but it's not the adrenaline rush, or the laugher and applause that get me excited. It's the total freedom. The time that I spend on stage is mine, and no one else's. It belongs to me.
I've got my headphones on so I can contain the wailing guitars that I find are a requirement when writing. Tonight's choice is the Doughboys - Home Again. It's a classic power pop record and one of my all time favorites for sure. It's the one I like to listen to when I'm feeling nostalgic. Back in my campus radio days a song from this album got spun at least once a show.
I finally finished flicking through this months copy of Adbusters. The content is getting a little more focused than it used to be. It's nice to see that it's starting to get away from the sophomoric blather, and getting into the serious business of culture jamming.
Right now they have a cool little side business going. The magazine has started an anti-corporation. They are selling ethically made sneakers with no logo, (other than a blank white spot…) and have started up a record label that helps artists rather than fuck them and then rob them blind. Apparently they have a store opening up in Vancouver where you can buy ethically made and fairly traded goods. It's a great idea, and I wish them nothing but the greatest success.
Cooler still, with the purchase of a pair of sneakers, you get a share in the company. You get to be a shareholder. That's fantastic. I can't imagine Phil Knight at Nike surrendering shares with every purchase. His head would explode.
My insomnia is back with a vengeance. It's as if my conscious hates me. I need sleep; yet, it pretty much just tells me to “Go fuck myself…” Otherwise I'm okay. I am in a bit of a creative spurt. None of the new jokes I've written are clever, but they sure are fun, and a whole lot more blue than I have ever been. It's kind of liberating. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun as a comic. It's been a while. The Toronto excursion has proved to be more fruitful than I had expected.
The Rock Star attitude has finally started to fade, which is good for my soul. Now I get to knuckle down and become something stronger. What that is, I'm not too sure, but I'll know it as it begins to take its desired shape.
I'm doing two guest spots tomorrow night. I can't wait. I've been itching to get on stage for a few days now. I get out of sorts if I haven't been on in a while. It's like a drug, but it's not the adrenaline rush, or the laugher and applause that get me excited. It's the total freedom. The time that I spend on stage is mine, and no one else's. It belongs to me.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Ad Men!
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I snagged this from the Adbusters website. You should go there.
http://adbusters.org/home/
03/24/05 I think we should bring back the guillotine...
I'm tired of having spokespeople tell me how I should live my life. I don't need anyone to tell me what kind of toothpaste I want, or what soda I should drink. It strikes me that if Jesus Christ came back tomorrow morning, by noon, some shit bag ad exec would be all over him to sign with Budweiser or eBay, or some other organization willing to smear their corporate manure anywhere and everywhere. Imagine…
Jesus: God loves you. Drink Bud…
Announcer: The Prince of Peace loves The King of Beers…
Or perhaps…
Woman: Hey Jesus, I just can't get my teeth white… What should I do?
Jesus: Try new Crest Winterfresh… It's guaranteed to whiten your teeth in just 14 days.
Woman: Thanks Jesus, You saved me… from a life of yellow teeth I mean… Not that I…err… you know…. Praise Jesus!!!
Jesus: Testify sister (Smiles, showing his gleaming white teeth…)
Everywhere we go we are faced with more and more advertising. Is not left sacred?
Before a movie now, there are a good 15 minutes of shitty ads, and that's before the trailers. The gate price, and the price of concessions isn't enough… Nope they need to subject us to forced marketing. If I have to sit through it, they should be letting me in for free. Once I asked to see the manager of the cinema about it. He just smirked at me. I felt like punching him in his big fat nose. I hate being taken for a ride.
I didn't spend my hard earned money on a ticket so I could sit in the dark, and be bombarded. It makes me feel like I'm in A Clockwork Orange. The only thing missing are the clips to keep my eyelids open. Now I understand why that movie is so very violent.
If there is a just and merciful God, please let there be no more Brittney Spears commercials ever again. End the P Diddy ads, nix Jennifer Lopez, and set those home restoration people in Atlanta on fire. And while we're at it, could you stop Fox from calling themselves “Fair and Balanced” (Well… it's a lie… a big one… and they advertise it 24 hours a day…)
There has got to be a time when enough is enough. Just once I'd like to go to an event that has no advertising. No radio stations, no beer companies, just good entertainment. Sponsorship may have its place. Just not anywhere near me.
I might be a little more receptive if people asked me if I'd be willing to review their materials. Not once has this ever happened. I feel violated by marketing.
Jesus: God loves you. Drink Bud…
Announcer: The Prince of Peace loves The King of Beers…
Or perhaps…
Woman: Hey Jesus, I just can't get my teeth white… What should I do?
Jesus: Try new Crest Winterfresh… It's guaranteed to whiten your teeth in just 14 days.
Woman: Thanks Jesus, You saved me… from a life of yellow teeth I mean… Not that I…err… you know…. Praise Jesus!!!
Jesus: Testify sister (Smiles, showing his gleaming white teeth…)
Everywhere we go we are faced with more and more advertising. Is not left sacred?
Before a movie now, there are a good 15 minutes of shitty ads, and that's before the trailers. The gate price, and the price of concessions isn't enough… Nope they need to subject us to forced marketing. If I have to sit through it, they should be letting me in for free. Once I asked to see the manager of the cinema about it. He just smirked at me. I felt like punching him in his big fat nose. I hate being taken for a ride.
I didn't spend my hard earned money on a ticket so I could sit in the dark, and be bombarded. It makes me feel like I'm in A Clockwork Orange. The only thing missing are the clips to keep my eyelids open. Now I understand why that movie is so very violent.
If there is a just and merciful God, please let there be no more Brittney Spears commercials ever again. End the P Diddy ads, nix Jennifer Lopez, and set those home restoration people in Atlanta on fire. And while we're at it, could you stop Fox from calling themselves “Fair and Balanced” (Well… it's a lie… a big one… and they advertise it 24 hours a day…)
There has got to be a time when enough is enough. Just once I'd like to go to an event that has no advertising. No radio stations, no beer companies, just good entertainment. Sponsorship may have its place. Just not anywhere near me.
I might be a little more receptive if people asked me if I'd be willing to review their materials. Not once has this ever happened. I feel violated by marketing.
Monday, March 21, 2005
03/21/05 An email quiz...
Welcome to the March 2005 edition of getting to know Marcus.
1. What time did you get up this morning? I didn't… it was like noon.
2. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Million Dollar Baby.
3. What is your favorite TV show at the moment? I have two. The first is the new Battlestar Galactica, and the second is Arrested Development.
4. What did you have for breakfast? A coffee, hot and black.
5. What is your middle name? Charles Francis David
6. What is your favorite cuisine? Italian. Fettuccine Tuto Gusto is my favorite dish.
7. What do you dislike? The list is too long to even attempt to address. If you read older blog entries, you'll get some idea.
8. What is your favorite chip flavour? Salt and Vinegar
9. What is your favorite CD at the moment? The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site
10. What kind of car do you drive? None.
11. Favorite sandwich? Good old-fashioned ham and cheese
12. What characteristic do you despise? Sulking. I fucking hate that.
13. Favorite item of clothing? Currently, it's a charcoal grey thermal shirt.
14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Somewhere that's not too hot, with monkeys. I would become their king.
15. What colour is your bathroom? Off-white
16. Favorite brand of clothing? I don't have one.
17. Where would you retire? Probably on the Southern shore, in Newfoundland.
18. Favorite time of the day? 2am
19. What was your most memorable birthday? My 30th. I met Cuba Gooding jr. and the Toronto Maple leafs. I was also given a hatchet.
20. Where were you born? Calgary, Alberta
21. Favorite sport to watch? Hockey
22. What fabric detergent do you use? Bio-Vert because Erin insists on it.
23. Coke or Pepsi? Royal Crown Cola.
24. Are you a morning person or a night? Night
25. What is your shoe size? 11
26. Do you have any pets? Not currently.
27. What did you want to be when you were little? A bigger me.
1. What time did you get up this morning? I didn't… it was like noon.
2. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Million Dollar Baby.
3. What is your favorite TV show at the moment? I have two. The first is the new Battlestar Galactica, and the second is Arrested Development.
4. What did you have for breakfast? A coffee, hot and black.
5. What is your middle name? Charles Francis David
6. What is your favorite cuisine? Italian. Fettuccine Tuto Gusto is my favorite dish.
7. What do you dislike? The list is too long to even attempt to address. If you read older blog entries, you'll get some idea.
8. What is your favorite chip flavour? Salt and Vinegar
9. What is your favorite CD at the moment? The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site
10. What kind of car do you drive? None.
11. Favorite sandwich? Good old-fashioned ham and cheese
12. What characteristic do you despise? Sulking. I fucking hate that.
13. Favorite item of clothing? Currently, it's a charcoal grey thermal shirt.
14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Somewhere that's not too hot, with monkeys. I would become their king.
15. What colour is your bathroom? Off-white
16. Favorite brand of clothing? I don't have one.
17. Where would you retire? Probably on the Southern shore, in Newfoundland.
18. Favorite time of the day? 2am
19. What was your most memorable birthday? My 30th. I met Cuba Gooding jr. and the Toronto Maple leafs. I was also given a hatchet.
20. Where were you born? Calgary, Alberta
21. Favorite sport to watch? Hockey
22. What fabric detergent do you use? Bio-Vert because Erin insists on it.
23. Coke or Pepsi? Royal Crown Cola.
24. Are you a morning person or a night? Night
25. What is your shoe size? 11
26. Do you have any pets? Not currently.
27. What did you want to be when you were little? A bigger me.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
03/20/05 The Great Angry Rooster fight
I am getting sick in the heart. Not in a literal sense, but I do feel sad. Last night I hooked up with Brett, and we went to the Ship and Anchor for a pint. From our vantage point we noticed a vicious street fight. It was like watching two lesser apes smack their chests for some sort of brood dominance, but without any sense of priority.
It makes me sick to watch. But in a very dark way, I kind of wished that they would have finished each other off. Society would be down two alpha males, and the gene pool would be that much richer for it. I have never been aggressive that way, even in those moments when I'm smashed out of my gourd. I tend to go the other way, happy go lucky, and brutally frank, but happy nonetheless.
I have never seen the need to lay fists on someone else. I've wanted to, but have always restrained these primal pressures, because I know they solve nothing. I have nothing to prove by bashing the shit out of someone, and I fail to comprehend the people who do.
What possesses a person to lose that kind of control? I'm keenly aware that alcohol plays big a part, but all it really does is open the door, it still takes the wanton desire to walk through it and take that first swing. I'd like to say it's an intelligence issue, but sadly I know it is not. Perhaps there are some external pressures that exert influence, like social and “eco-demonic” forces that drive someone to lash out at even the most miniscule of circumstances.
Maybe, the rap counter culture that has arisen in teenager land shares some of the responsibility, although I am not convinced. Regardless of the culture of violence, that hip-hop has been constantly demonized for; it still takes a willing participant to perpetuate it.
Statistics aside, it seems as if violent behavior is on the rise. Calgary has had a lot of problems with violence in the nightclub scene lately. There is an obvious seething undercurrent here and it's starting to boil over. Two murders, a stabbing, and numerous fights have thrust the issue into the spotlight over last few months. The police appear to have been caught with their pants down, and have been very slow to react to concerns about public safety.
I think the reason why this kind of shit crushes me is because I have hope. I desperately want people to rise above petty nonsense and work towards a greater good. Imagine if all that aggressive energy gave us something positive. What a wonderful world this would be. Instead we get bar fights and macho insecurity.
Perhaps I should give up. Forget to care that things are burning down around us. It would be much simpler that way. If only I could.
The way I see it, someone has to care. Once we all give up, the gig is over.
It makes me sick to watch. But in a very dark way, I kind of wished that they would have finished each other off. Society would be down two alpha males, and the gene pool would be that much richer for it. I have never been aggressive that way, even in those moments when I'm smashed out of my gourd. I tend to go the other way, happy go lucky, and brutally frank, but happy nonetheless.
I have never seen the need to lay fists on someone else. I've wanted to, but have always restrained these primal pressures, because I know they solve nothing. I have nothing to prove by bashing the shit out of someone, and I fail to comprehend the people who do.
What possesses a person to lose that kind of control? I'm keenly aware that alcohol plays big a part, but all it really does is open the door, it still takes the wanton desire to walk through it and take that first swing. I'd like to say it's an intelligence issue, but sadly I know it is not. Perhaps there are some external pressures that exert influence, like social and “eco-demonic” forces that drive someone to lash out at even the most miniscule of circumstances.
Maybe, the rap counter culture that has arisen in teenager land shares some of the responsibility, although I am not convinced. Regardless of the culture of violence, that hip-hop has been constantly demonized for; it still takes a willing participant to perpetuate it.
Statistics aside, it seems as if violent behavior is on the rise. Calgary has had a lot of problems with violence in the nightclub scene lately. There is an obvious seething undercurrent here and it's starting to boil over. Two murders, a stabbing, and numerous fights have thrust the issue into the spotlight over last few months. The police appear to have been caught with their pants down, and have been very slow to react to concerns about public safety.
I think the reason why this kind of shit crushes me is because I have hope. I desperately want people to rise above petty nonsense and work towards a greater good. Imagine if all that aggressive energy gave us something positive. What a wonderful world this would be. Instead we get bar fights and macho insecurity.
Perhaps I should give up. Forget to care that things are burning down around us. It would be much simpler that way. If only I could.
The way I see it, someone has to care. Once we all give up, the gig is over.
Friday, March 18, 2005
03/18/05 I Can Jump Higher Than You Can...
My favorite people in the universe have always been the ones who were never afraid to stomp all over conventional thinking. The kind of people that stepped outside the box, and made that great leap into the unknown. These pathfinders, as I like to call them, were (and still are…) branded as crackpots, and chided for even conceiving of their triumphs.
I give to you as an example; The Wright Brothers, who were thought to be insane, and ahem… flew in the face of convention. The newspapers at the time declared Man would never fly. Then on that fateful day in Kitty Hawk, man soared with the birds for the first time. I believe Wilbur Wright's first words were “Fuck You William Randolph Hearst…” Alright probably not… But I bet he was thinking it!
Now with all that being said, there are still many occasions where people who think they're visionaries don't actually think in a non-conventional way or even in a rational way for that matter. These people are insane. The best example I can provide here is Bush's plan to create a missile defense system over “Fortress North America.” It's not only a waste of an incredible amount of money, but its likelihood of success is less than marginal at best. You'd be better off covering the continent with a giant trampoline. Not only would it provide “protection,” but you could also sell tickets, and treat it like the world's biggest amusement. As we all know, everyone loves a trampoline… (Now that would be visionary…)
Innovation comes from thinking outside of the box that society makes for us. We live in a world that is aching for a really big change. It's time for us as a race to start thinking outside of the box again. Maybe it's time to look at what's not working around here, and make some changes. North America is currently being run by people who don't have the slightest inkling of vision. (And in President Bush's case the ability to spell vision…) This is an unfortunate, but fixable if we begin to act now. Right now.
I think the first step begins by turning off the television. It lies to us anyway, and there's little time for distraction. No one needs to be caught off guard by a stray episode of The Simple life. That kind of WMD should be left to the experts. Only by freeing ourselves of Paris Hilton, will we ever be truly free.
Secondly, register to vote. This whole thing will collapse like a cake in the oven (at a very busy preschool…) if you don't have the tools to do the task at hand. My Grandpa used to say, “You gotta have the right tools for the right job.”
Thirdly, get involved. This “I don't have time…” excuse doesn't fly. Make time… It has a very direct effect on your future (and the ones you love too…) Find out what you can about the issues, and take the time to find the right candidate. It's no longer about parties, just process, and survival.
Fourth, Go out and actually vote. Condi Rice is being touted as the next Republican candidate for President. No one needs that. Equally wrong would be letting Stephen Harper become Prime Minister of Canada. (Alright, this is my bias, but I really believe these people are regressive and will hurt us all in the long run… I'll stand by this. Every single word. I may be proven wrong, but I doubt it.)
I gotta run, It's my turn on the trampoline. The kid in front of me just cracked his skull on the frame. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
I give to you as an example; The Wright Brothers, who were thought to be insane, and ahem… flew in the face of convention. The newspapers at the time declared Man would never fly. Then on that fateful day in Kitty Hawk, man soared with the birds for the first time. I believe Wilbur Wright's first words were “Fuck You William Randolph Hearst…” Alright probably not… But I bet he was thinking it!
Now with all that being said, there are still many occasions where people who think they're visionaries don't actually think in a non-conventional way or even in a rational way for that matter. These people are insane. The best example I can provide here is Bush's plan to create a missile defense system over “Fortress North America.” It's not only a waste of an incredible amount of money, but its likelihood of success is less than marginal at best. You'd be better off covering the continent with a giant trampoline. Not only would it provide “protection,” but you could also sell tickets, and treat it like the world's biggest amusement. As we all know, everyone loves a trampoline… (Now that would be visionary…)
Innovation comes from thinking outside of the box that society makes for us. We live in a world that is aching for a really big change. It's time for us as a race to start thinking outside of the box again. Maybe it's time to look at what's not working around here, and make some changes. North America is currently being run by people who don't have the slightest inkling of vision. (And in President Bush's case the ability to spell vision…) This is an unfortunate, but fixable if we begin to act now. Right now.
I think the first step begins by turning off the television. It lies to us anyway, and there's little time for distraction. No one needs to be caught off guard by a stray episode of The Simple life. That kind of WMD should be left to the experts. Only by freeing ourselves of Paris Hilton, will we ever be truly free.
Secondly, register to vote. This whole thing will collapse like a cake in the oven (at a very busy preschool…) if you don't have the tools to do the task at hand. My Grandpa used to say, “You gotta have the right tools for the right job.”
Thirdly, get involved. This “I don't have time…” excuse doesn't fly. Make time… It has a very direct effect on your future (and the ones you love too…) Find out what you can about the issues, and take the time to find the right candidate. It's no longer about parties, just process, and survival.
Fourth, Go out and actually vote. Condi Rice is being touted as the next Republican candidate for President. No one needs that. Equally wrong would be letting Stephen Harper become Prime Minister of Canada. (Alright, this is my bias, but I really believe these people are regressive and will hurt us all in the long run… I'll stand by this. Every single word. I may be proven wrong, but I doubt it.)
I gotta run, It's my turn on the trampoline. The kid in front of me just cracked his skull on the frame. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
03/16/05
I feel fine. Not great, not lousy, just fine… It's been slow at work lately, and I have been getting more sleep than I usually do. I'm getting concerned with the lack of work. It seems like we have hit a down period. This is not what I was hoping for.
I picked up some more gigs. That's a really good thing. April will be a good month. I'll be able to stretch out a little more on stage. The thing that really sucks about Calgary is that there are no places to work out new jokes. Denise has always been good at getting me some stage time, but it's just not enough.
I've been reading a good book lately. It's called “The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-time” It was written by a man named Mark Haddon. It's a story of a Murdered dog, and a 16 year old savant trying to figure out why it happened. It's really quite odd. It may be my favorite book in the last couple of years. I highly recommend it.
The ipod has had some good tunes lately too. Here is a list of some discs I've downloaded to it lately.
1) James - Wah Wah (a collection of James jam sessions… with an early version of “Tomorrow”)
2) Hagfish - Rocks Your Lame Ass (Fun power pop…)
3) Beck - Sea Change (Not quite the masterpiece that “Mutations” was, but still quite good)
4) David Byrne - Grown Backwards
5) Drive - Jehovah's witness protection program
6) Sean Panting - Lotus Land (One of the best records I have ever heard…)
7) Goldfinger - Disconnection Notice (not the best, but very catchy…)
I picked up some more gigs. That's a really good thing. April will be a good month. I'll be able to stretch out a little more on stage. The thing that really sucks about Calgary is that there are no places to work out new jokes. Denise has always been good at getting me some stage time, but it's just not enough.
I've been reading a good book lately. It's called “The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-time” It was written by a man named Mark Haddon. It's a story of a Murdered dog, and a 16 year old savant trying to figure out why it happened. It's really quite odd. It may be my favorite book in the last couple of years. I highly recommend it.
The ipod has had some good tunes lately too. Here is a list of some discs I've downloaded to it lately.
1) James - Wah Wah (a collection of James jam sessions… with an early version of “Tomorrow”)
2) Hagfish - Rocks Your Lame Ass (Fun power pop…)
3) Beck - Sea Change (Not quite the masterpiece that “Mutations” was, but still quite good)
4) David Byrne - Grown Backwards
5) Drive - Jehovah's witness protection program
6) Sean Panting - Lotus Land (One of the best records I have ever heard…)
7) Goldfinger - Disconnection Notice (not the best, but very catchy…)
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
03/15/05 verbage...
The day I left Toronto, Brett and Peter and I were in a cab on our way to a hotel to meet our friends. We started laughing about how there should be store that caters to the needs of the truly strange. Just in case you need you need a Mexican wrestling mask, a mickey of Vodka, and some mousetraps. I'm not entirely sure it would be a moneymaker, but it would be the most interesting retail outlet since the clearance sale that sent Kmart to that great department store in the sky. (The Canadian operation met its maker about a decade ago…)
The concept triggered a thought. I think it's neat how wildly divergent people are. The differences that we have make for one hell of an interesting place. I think it's time we stopped lumping people into groups based on ethnicity, gender, political bias or religious affiliation. In my estimation, they do not make the measure of a person.
Maybe we can look past all that window dressing, and see people for what they really are. While it can be argued that these things all have a place in creating the identity of a person, they are nothing more than primary construction materials. Seeing them as anything more, has led to untold volumes of bloodshed and destruction. The misunderstandings caused by this flawed set of demographics have made the world a very insecure place.
Think of all the Shock and Awe that could have been avoided. (Not all of it mind you…)
Imagine measuring our fellow man with a simpler set of standards. Deciding on our actions based on the notion of character, rather than say, by skin colour. Would it not reflect a happier wisdom if we refrained from making sweeping generalizations, and concentrated on what lies within the human heart?
The concept triggered a thought. I think it's neat how wildly divergent people are. The differences that we have make for one hell of an interesting place. I think it's time we stopped lumping people into groups based on ethnicity, gender, political bias or religious affiliation. In my estimation, they do not make the measure of a person.
Maybe we can look past all that window dressing, and see people for what they really are. While it can be argued that these things all have a place in creating the identity of a person, they are nothing more than primary construction materials. Seeing them as anything more, has led to untold volumes of bloodshed and destruction. The misunderstandings caused by this flawed set of demographics have made the world a very insecure place.
Think of all the Shock and Awe that could have been avoided. (Not all of it mind you…)
Imagine measuring our fellow man with a simpler set of standards. Deciding on our actions based on the notion of character, rather than say, by skin colour. Would it not reflect a happier wisdom if we refrained from making sweeping generalizations, and concentrated on what lies within the human heart?
Saturday, March 12, 2005
03/12/05 Part one...
So, last night was fun. I did a guest spot at Yuk Yuks. I was supposed to do two of them, but I gave one to Brett, because he decided to come out from Toronto for the weekend. Must be nice to have access to travel like that.
In a perfect world, we should all be able to travel for nothing. That would rock. My shoes would have so many miles; you'd be able to see the bottom of my feet through the worn rubber. I'd go everywhere I could think of, from the Wailing Wall to Walla Walla, and everywhere in between. Maybe I'd get lost in the Amazon Basin, and maybe I wouldn't mind it that much.
At the second show last night there were a pair of Neo Nazi skinheads sitting in the audience. Damn it I hate them so much. They were sitting there, smirking and displaying their ignorance for all to see. It bothers me when I see the ignorant rejection of truths in favor of lies and deceit. The kind of Lies that lack the volition of human decency, and serve only to sever one's self from reason.
More to come…
In a perfect world, we should all be able to travel for nothing. That would rock. My shoes would have so many miles; you'd be able to see the bottom of my feet through the worn rubber. I'd go everywhere I could think of, from the Wailing Wall to Walla Walla, and everywhere in between. Maybe I'd get lost in the Amazon Basin, and maybe I wouldn't mind it that much.
At the second show last night there were a pair of Neo Nazi skinheads sitting in the audience. Damn it I hate them so much. They were sitting there, smirking and displaying their ignorance for all to see. It bothers me when I see the ignorant rejection of truths in favor of lies and deceit. The kind of Lies that lack the volition of human decency, and serve only to sever one's self from reason.
More to come…
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
03/09/05 Second entry
Still more stuff about me…
1. I (like an awful lot of Canadians) love Kraft Dinner.
2. I think Bob Marley actually was a prophet.
3. I love fried chicken. (I have had to restrain myself on so many occasions… Why couldn't there be a “Southern Fried Chicken” Diet. Damn it all…
4. I love going to museums.
5. I wish I could paint. That would be cool.
6. Homeless people scare the shit out of me…
7. I love gospel music. (A strange irony for those who know me well…)
8. I miss the ocean. Every time I go home, the brine smell from the Atlantic fills me with joy.
9. I never sleep well…
10. I really like shoe shopping. (This is something I picked up from my mother… I can't explain it…)
11. I love Bubble Gum. I just wish the flavor lasted longer.
12. I am a Rock star at heart.
13. I hate alpha males, and all the macho bullshit that comes with them.
14. I have always hated disco. There is nothing campy about it… It's just crap and nothing more. Gloria Gaynor will suffer in the eternal hellfire. I'm pretty fucking sure Barry Gibb is saving her a seat.
15. I love motion pictures. The good, the bad, and the utterly terrible. I love them all.
16. I miss hockey. I'm desperate for it.
1. I (like an awful lot of Canadians) love Kraft Dinner.
2. I think Bob Marley actually was a prophet.
3. I love fried chicken. (I have had to restrain myself on so many occasions… Why couldn't there be a “Southern Fried Chicken” Diet. Damn it all…
4. I love going to museums.
5. I wish I could paint. That would be cool.
6. Homeless people scare the shit out of me…
7. I love gospel music. (A strange irony for those who know me well…)
8. I miss the ocean. Every time I go home, the brine smell from the Atlantic fills me with joy.
9. I never sleep well…
10. I really like shoe shopping. (This is something I picked up from my mother… I can't explain it…)
11. I love Bubble Gum. I just wish the flavor lasted longer.
12. I am a Rock star at heart.
13. I hate alpha males, and all the macho bullshit that comes with them.
14. I have always hated disco. There is nothing campy about it… It's just crap and nothing more. Gloria Gaynor will suffer in the eternal hellfire. I'm pretty fucking sure Barry Gibb is saving her a seat.
15. I love motion pictures. The good, the bad, and the utterly terrible. I love them all.
16. I miss hockey. I'm desperate for it.
03/09/05 Orange Crush for the Unwashed Masses...
There comes a time in everyone's meager existence that you need to stop for a second and take stock of your life. The last few days have been like that for me. I have started to ask myself what I really want out of my life. I have come to the conclusion that I have no functional idea what the answer is. I know that my life is pretty good right now, but I still can't shake the feeling that something is missing.
It feels like that moment when you are trying to tell someone a story, and you forget a name… and it's on the tip of your tongue. The more you try to remember it, the further it slips away from you. Then your brain wakes you at 4am to expel it out.
I feel like I've awoken from a long slumber. The problem is I'm still groggy from it. I'm roused, but not too conscious yet. My birthday felt more like an alarm than a celebration. It had the same kind of stark realization as looking at the clock on Monday morning and realizing that I'm late for work. I'm scrambling, jumping on one leg, trying to pull my pants on.
I have a show on Wednesday. I'm excited; it's the first show since I have been back. I can barely contain myself. I'm anxious; I know it's going to be fun.
For some reason I'm having a craving for Orange Soda. When I was a little kid, my grandpa used to take me to the 711 for Orange Soda when I was feeling crummy. Since then, whenever I need a little pick me up, I go and get one. It's funny how we can find comfort in the strangest things. It gives me an idea for a marketing slogan.
“Orange Crush… It's cheaper than Zoloft.”
It's pure genius…
I think it may be time for a little image change. I think it might be fun to have a little update, something a little hipper (without looking like an aging, desperate to stay cool hairdresser, or a sad cover band rocker dude… that would be a travesty of epic proportions…)
It feels like that moment when you are trying to tell someone a story, and you forget a name… and it's on the tip of your tongue. The more you try to remember it, the further it slips away from you. Then your brain wakes you at 4am to expel it out.
I feel like I've awoken from a long slumber. The problem is I'm still groggy from it. I'm roused, but not too conscious yet. My birthday felt more like an alarm than a celebration. It had the same kind of stark realization as looking at the clock on Monday morning and realizing that I'm late for work. I'm scrambling, jumping on one leg, trying to pull my pants on.
I have a show on Wednesday. I'm excited; it's the first show since I have been back. I can barely contain myself. I'm anxious; I know it's going to be fun.
For some reason I'm having a craving for Orange Soda. When I was a little kid, my grandpa used to take me to the 711 for Orange Soda when I was feeling crummy. Since then, whenever I need a little pick me up, I go and get one. It's funny how we can find comfort in the strangest things. It gives me an idea for a marketing slogan.
“Orange Crush… It's cheaper than Zoloft.”
It's pure genius…
I think it may be time for a little image change. I think it might be fun to have a little update, something a little hipper (without looking like an aging, desperate to stay cool hairdresser, or a sad cover band rocker dude… that would be a travesty of epic proportions…)
Friday, March 04, 2005
03/04/05 Kinky Sex Makes The World go Around...
The more I write in this blog, the more I feel like I should live in a shack in Montana.
It seems that, I dither on about how I'm feeling, or I spill my politics out, with all the gusto I can muster. I guess it's become like my very own manifesto. The truth is, it's just a place to vent. I'm just an average Joe with lofty ambitions, who arrogantly enough, thinks that he should be able to share his intolerances, loves, passions, and fears.
It's late again, and I'm flipping channels, trying to find something that will lull me to sleep. There seems to be nothing but infomercials.
“Pick up the phone, Talk with hot women who will pretend to be interested in your empty life… Who will pretend to fuck you… as long as the VISA isn't maxed…”
I'm amazed at how much money these things must actually make. Selling escapes is a clever way to make some cash. There is nothing to ship, nothing to make (besides small talk, at 5 bucks a minute…) nothing tangible to package. There's almost zero overhead, and you get to make tons of cash, and all you have to do is pretend. Pretend so some poor schmuck can live in fantasyland. It's genius.
It's sad that we have gotten to that place. We now medicate our imagination, much the way we would an illness. Has our society gotten so lonesome? Have we pushed ourselves to that point? I saw a documentary once that tried to explain why kinky sex has come into the spotlight again in our society. The theory was this: we do what we need to, so we can feel something, and in some cases just so we can feel anything. I think I'm inclined to agree.
I think that we live in a world that lost any sense when it comes to its priorities. We are overrun by shitty television, designed to break our will and provide some kind of empty comfort. Commercials bombard our senses, and we bathe in the vapid blue glow of the cathode ray tube. Its mixed messages keep us dulled and confused. Infotainment has replaced legitimate newsgathering. When the biggest news story on CNN is the fact that Brad Pitt has split from Jennifer Aniston, there should be warning bells going off, and yet there are none, Media thrusts stars in front of us like royalty, keeping us at bay while we daydream about the good life. It keeps us from asking important questions, it keeps us quiet.
I often wish that I had the intellect of a kitten. It would be nice not to think too much about things. Imagine a life of complete and blissful ignorance. It must be peaceful. Perhaps I should just sit back, relax and let the TV cook my brain into submission. If you think about it, it's kind of the perfect lobotomy. Passive, yet it doesn't fry the parts needed to function in the vacuum that is 9 to 5. It's a pleasant fiction indeed.
For more information call 1 976 hot chic... ask for Bambi... Trust me... It will only hurt for a second.
End of Transmission
It seems that, I dither on about how I'm feeling, or I spill my politics out, with all the gusto I can muster. I guess it's become like my very own manifesto. The truth is, it's just a place to vent. I'm just an average Joe with lofty ambitions, who arrogantly enough, thinks that he should be able to share his intolerances, loves, passions, and fears.
It's late again, and I'm flipping channels, trying to find something that will lull me to sleep. There seems to be nothing but infomercials.
“Pick up the phone, Talk with hot women who will pretend to be interested in your empty life… Who will pretend to fuck you… as long as the VISA isn't maxed…”
I'm amazed at how much money these things must actually make. Selling escapes is a clever way to make some cash. There is nothing to ship, nothing to make (besides small talk, at 5 bucks a minute…) nothing tangible to package. There's almost zero overhead, and you get to make tons of cash, and all you have to do is pretend. Pretend so some poor schmuck can live in fantasyland. It's genius.
It's sad that we have gotten to that place. We now medicate our imagination, much the way we would an illness. Has our society gotten so lonesome? Have we pushed ourselves to that point? I saw a documentary once that tried to explain why kinky sex has come into the spotlight again in our society. The theory was this: we do what we need to, so we can feel something, and in some cases just so we can feel anything. I think I'm inclined to agree.
I think that we live in a world that lost any sense when it comes to its priorities. We are overrun by shitty television, designed to break our will and provide some kind of empty comfort. Commercials bombard our senses, and we bathe in the vapid blue glow of the cathode ray tube. Its mixed messages keep us dulled and confused. Infotainment has replaced legitimate newsgathering. When the biggest news story on CNN is the fact that Brad Pitt has split from Jennifer Aniston, there should be warning bells going off, and yet there are none, Media thrusts stars in front of us like royalty, keeping us at bay while we daydream about the good life. It keeps us from asking important questions, it keeps us quiet.
I often wish that I had the intellect of a kitten. It would be nice not to think too much about things. Imagine a life of complete and blissful ignorance. It must be peaceful. Perhaps I should just sit back, relax and let the TV cook my brain into submission. If you think about it, it's kind of the perfect lobotomy. Passive, yet it doesn't fry the parts needed to function in the vacuum that is 9 to 5. It's a pleasant fiction indeed.
For more information call 1 976 hot chic... ask for Bambi... Trust me... It will only hurt for a second.
End of Transmission
Thursday, March 03, 2005
03/03/05
I’m back to work at the day job. Things seem to have gone well here since I have been gone. I have been feeling great. There is a spring in my step that had been missing for some time. Yvonne looked relieved that I was back. She told me she was worried that I wouldn’t come back. I assured her that I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
It’s nice to sit in my big leather chair again. It’s like an old friend. Once I plunked my ass down it, I felt at home again. I think I may have pissed off some of my charges, but what odds, the cat’s been away, and when Yvonne isn’t around, they try to get away with shit.
Speaking of which, that poor woman needs some rest. Holy smokes!!!
My trip to Toronto was great. I needed that time to make sure that the path I was on was the right one. I now feel as if I have a flashlight to help illuminate the way. I’m enjoying writing again. More to the point, I’m excited about writing again. There are so many things I want to finally talk about, and I’m finding new ways to look at them. There are a couple of older jokes that I had buried because I was tired of them, but now I can see them in a whole new light, and they have more meat to pick off the bone, more than I ever thought they did.
My 34th birthday is only 2 days away now. This is the first year that I’m not really as excited about it. It has become a non-issue for me. Maybe it’s because this is not a monumental birthday. It’s not 30, it’s not 40… Just 34.
In other news, my favourite team, The Calgary Flames, has purchased a minority share in the Stampeders. Football is going to be fun to watch this summer; The Stamps have new owners, a new coach, a new quarterback, and a better receiving core. They look like they might have found some light at the end of the tunnel. After a few fucked up seasons, it’s nice to see the franchise get its shit together.
End of Transmission.
It’s nice to sit in my big leather chair again. It’s like an old friend. Once I plunked my ass down it, I felt at home again. I think I may have pissed off some of my charges, but what odds, the cat’s been away, and when Yvonne isn’t around, they try to get away with shit.
Speaking of which, that poor woman needs some rest. Holy smokes!!!
My trip to Toronto was great. I needed that time to make sure that the path I was on was the right one. I now feel as if I have a flashlight to help illuminate the way. I’m enjoying writing again. More to the point, I’m excited about writing again. There are so many things I want to finally talk about, and I’m finding new ways to look at them. There are a couple of older jokes that I had buried because I was tired of them, but now I can see them in a whole new light, and they have more meat to pick off the bone, more than I ever thought they did.
My 34th birthday is only 2 days away now. This is the first year that I’m not really as excited about it. It has become a non-issue for me. Maybe it’s because this is not a monumental birthday. It’s not 30, it’s not 40… Just 34.
In other news, my favourite team, The Calgary Flames, has purchased a minority share in the Stampeders. Football is going to be fun to watch this summer; The Stamps have new owners, a new coach, a new quarterback, and a better receiving core. They look like they might have found some light at the end of the tunnel. After a few fucked up seasons, it’s nice to see the franchise get its shit together.
End of Transmission.
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