:: Trippin'

Back down from the trip. Had a great time. We took Joe's vehicle. I'd call it a car but that's giving it too much credit. After we stopped for some Tim's breakfast (day 1) the windows completely fogged up. Of course the air system in the car can only blow straight out the front vents so for the rest of the trip I had to work the food-bag-air-directional system to de-fog the windshield.

It worked very well, too.

We had breakfast sandwiches. Note: the flavour of Tim's coffee is its own stimulant, it's not built for enjoyment.Up. That's the actual Lake off in the distance. It's a 5 min drive from the Lifts.


Planning routes? Nope talking about gloves. He had snowboarding gloves with wrist protection built into them and was the only one riding skis. Joe needed 25 headshots for that camo.Andrew (Bear). Silent Chant (chanty). adk (a dead knight).Taking photos wasn't always on my mind. But I took a few. This one would have been sick if the sun moved around behind us.


Our veiw.
This valley is where the Trans Canada valley runs through here.
The back side. This is a very silly position for a very serious man.

This guys the shit. I'm only wearing underwear and a 'T' under those. I can ride down to -15 comfortably. Less if necessary. Course I was wearing toe warmers. They worked great.
That hill behind was the very top of the mountain. You have to T-bar and hike a bit to get there. We finally made it on our last run of our second day and I finally hit the best snow of my life. And there was so much more.This pic and the vids are form the top of the top.



Beer break. Coke break for Joe.Beer for me.


These are the hills I'm going to hit the rest of the season. Pure POW


This is all I got of sunshine really. I took very few pictures as there were millions of people and the snow sucked and we had a generally bad day of riding. But we all learned a lot.

:: I'm Board...

...ing. In Lake Louise and Banff over the next 5 days. 25-26 LL, 28-29 Sunshine.

See you on the slopes. I'll manage this thing when I get back.

Goodlooking boy? That's a stretch. ....Get it?

It's funny because I'm the BEST looking boy.

happy xmas.

:: Right Here

Evil fucking grin. I knew I was right. The exceptions are far too few.

Fuck people.

I'll manage. I always have. I plan on putting this soul to my test. It's T/F. Easy peasy japaneasy.

I feed off of others and this is why I fear you. All of you. If I can't find the solution I can't stand being around. Fight or flight sounds great except you're not allowed to fight and you realize this country is built for flyers. Bunch of fucking pussies or retards.

Check, please.

:: Worker Bee... Bee? BEE!!! RUN!

No bees. I had to work a Saturday. Front end. I'm very polite and rarely late.

I rode in Red as it snowed Friday and Beema got caught at work. Switching from Jet to Red was crazy. I almost had no balance on Red. The change in dynamics is huge between them. Very fun. This weekend I have to now winterize Red in case weather turns for the worse but wow. It's neat having two different bikes.

You just don't get it. It's crazy. After 3 weeks on Jet I could barely ride Red who I've spent almost 7 years (via bebop). Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun riiiiiiiiiiddee.

:: Short Story

Of Glory!

So I had my first yam. I cooked it in 2 ways in varying sizes and thicknesses. A few cuts were on the bbq and one cut boiled. I boiled cubes while I had varying thickness cross-sections on the main level of the grill. Maybe 1/8, 1/4, and 1/2 inch-ish. The upper level had many thin 'peels' of yam on a boiler tray. They were the best. They were like chips. Other wise the boiled ones needed more time and an actual purpose. The cross-sections were all good but the thicker ones needed more time all the way down the line to the smallest.

Which is were the picture comes in. The thinnest didn't make it off the grill. I ate it. The next one made the plate (see left most grill-cross marks) but didn't make the counter. The last 2 made the counter and therefore the picture. The result: floppy. But still of good taste and with a texture you can form a whole plate around. New ideas emerge.


Blue maddness.
Mad blueness.
The cave is a passage way to a different place. I usually bring that place back and build what I saw onto my own character.
Then I do bridges.

(note penis through sweatpants. I didn't have more time from starting the camera to bridging to adjust it away) (also now you can't look at the picture without seeing it :] )

everyday ends
tonight the crowd wants to hear
a good old dick joke

:: Pronounced Hi-Ni

I did get that bike. She's a beaut. I also got H1N1. Or so the doc figures. My partner got it bad so I went to get checked up as I was not feeling right. I'm on Tamiflu right now since I caught it early and I think it works because things haven't been that bad. I'm hoping to only miss one day of work as I am mostly just very exhausted. 100% percent of me is fighting this thing and it's just wearing me out. I started on cold fx and vitamin C early too when my partner started feeling bad. I'm sleeping a lot and going on a no booze streak the like of which I haven't done since... jeez. a long time.

I think when I'm better I'm going to go to the bar and have 1 bottle of everything. Or 1 pint of everything. They have less on tap than in bottles but pints are bigger. I think I'll have to do one one day and the other another. Not back to back though, that wouldn't be fun at all. The bartenders think it's funny how I drink all over the map, I'm sure it would be a fun night to do that... maybe on a cfl playoff day. mmmm.... now I can't wait to get better.

A name. I like how red is named so practical and fitting. This ones black and blue... 'Bruiser'? Or 'Wifey'? Ouch that's mean. heh. But this bike's no bruiser. Red is. So 'Nightcap' perhaps? I like single syllables better, I guess 2 isn't too bad. Part of me thinks I won't know until I spend more time with her. 'Jet' isn't bad either. Jet black, she's small and deadly, fast, precise. 'Jet' is winning right now. Makes me think of the Thursday song which makes me think of riding to Continental mirror and glass.

Ten seconds left until midnight.
How can we take this chance not to celebrate life?

Her name's Jet.

:: Life's a Ride

It all begins again.

I am bald. I am mean looking. I am a worker bee. I will do what I have to do. I look strong so will I be strong. And no one will know how strong. I'll keep you all safe from me. Next time you see me you will be happy. I'll still be alive.

Though..... I may be retarded and buy myself a new bike for my birthday (excuse). Yeah, it's the beginning of winter. Yeah, I already have two bikes. But she's a beautiful beast. A star crossed killer. A splash of ink and sky, nimble and stealthy. Made by MEC. *swooooooon* If I go back to look at her more than once more she will be mine..... Midnight sky

oh yes, she will be mine.


Ohhhhhh Dreeeeaaaaammm Weeeeeaaaver. I believe you can get me through the niiiiiighhhhhht!


Shes just what I've wanted for years. I could ride moto in and strap her onto my back to get her home. Or walk all the way there, to enjoy riding her back home. The first would be like carrying the bride to the room and bed, the second like walking 500 miles to fall down at her door.

She would be my clear weather woman. Red bike would get an overhaul and I would work with her to prepare for the coming cold. A red tank to plow through all weather conditions. Steady and powerful. Faithful and strong. My flag of defiance. My proof and reminder of life.

Midnightsky would be my jet. A rocket to fly on. A wisp on my shoulder. The fleeting dream of what I could do. I will do. Of records broken. Of setting records to beat. A new girl to dance with and see if she's got the spokes to keep up. A new chance to see if I've got the engine to make metal fly. The shooting arrow to back Red's battle axe.

It's always been a matter of time. Like a moto. I knew when I was little (I was never little) I would ride it. It may not last forever but I have the chance to soar now. I will take it.

The time I feel begins with coffee and ends on Friday. I get there on two legs, two lungs, and two wheels.

:: Reminder

In case you have forgot November 1st marks the beginning of Irish Cream season. Nov 1 through to Dec 25. I would have celebrated last weekend but I had already indulged to a great degree. I think next weekend (14-15) I will have a pilsner glass full of Molly's.
The only Irish Cream which brings a warmth to my soul without even opening it. Different label this year. Same goodness.

:: Halloween #2

I had to use a full size dressing mirror across from my bathroom 3-way to try and get this right. If I had a washable marker I would have added a face but I only had black sharpies. Wasn't up for the permanent thing.Blankface is born.
Evening sir, May I see your papers and you - WHERE'S YOUR FACE!? PUT YOUR FACE BACK ON!!!Well, with you hand in your pocket you look pretty damned gentlemanly. I can let it go this once. Remember your face next time.



Ya, I was backwards man
I began with more of a plan
Supplies and time ran few
My budget, so very jew
I had the clippers and the clothes
Glasses are hard without a nose
How could I show up to shrug
To the ones I love to hug
Out of costume, without excuse
I'll lose another but this night refuse
To be the same blood covered freak
I'll be this night as my life, unique

<3

(see previous for a video)

:: Halloween

I was backwards man.

A lot of people actually liked it and commented. Thanks people. Cutting your own bangs on the back of your head is pretty tough. I didn't have the materials or time to make a whole face but blankface was cool too.

:: Update..ish

I used to try and promise regular updates.

Truth is... I fear you. I think about you all_the_time. This is the easiest way I find to speak to you. When you miss the small things that happens here and there, I feel bad.... but good that things happen. Smiles happen. Makes me wonder what wonder you run into. Not going to lie. Makes me jealous. Seeing you smile, well, It feels good.

I love a lot. I hate a lot too. Hate consumes my usual thoughts while seeing you makes it all okay, and I love that.

:: Audience Of One

They never promised us the world.

Why can't I be intoxicated with no effects. Is the change really the difference? The grass greener? Would sobriety be what you drink for if you were always drunk? If two days is enough to make the heart grow fondest then what the fuck.

And here it is: I love winter. You can drink and taste the air. You are aware of yourself and your body. It keeps everyone else inside. I can ride around with a smile ear to ear, snow flying everywhere.



old news, old brews....

I work with this guy. Names Paul. If he like you he'll call you a yellow belly. He laughs and you know things are fine.



Moving on. Had a ball Jay. So good to see the boys again. I was nervous at first but they welcomed me with open arms. I still owe you all more, and I intend to pay up.

If you know your Broadway Boys you can see them all here. Like where's waldo. A wondeful lady in here as well. It's the best shot I got that had all of you. All of you make a shot great.
The wedding zone. Royal Botanical Gardens. It was quite crisp and windy as the actually ceremony began though overall not too bad. God Fucking shit dammit. I forgot what magnificant foliage such miserable weather Onterrible could produce.
My old walk to my sunset spot has even grown in. I got a good look from the gentleman with his wife and son as I followed them down the bank to see the water. I said hello and smiled, I usually do. He gave a hello back with slight look. I suppose I was overdressed for the event. He just didn't know what it meant to me. I should remember this lesson next time I see another I believe too well adorned. Maybe they spent hours in that single spot pondering their existence and the truth between right, wrong, and what they actually want of their body and soul, however conflicting the two..... Either way, I looked fucking boss. This is the day after my return. Ontario vs Alberta. ON 1 AB 364. Well the snows gone now. The winter helps me feel alive. Like how I'm sure a good fight would finish. Me and winter both tried and did all we could. Doesn't matter, we both live. Happy to fight again tomorrow.
ICU.
From start.To finish.

Good and Evil. Loud and quiet. Vader and Yoda. Sold in a two pack. Cursed to be together forever secrectly loving that they hate to love it. Yin and yang. The Karate kid and Chunk from Goonies. Mario and Luigi.

A dog and a cat.
A child and a dad.
A mellow and a mad.
A chief and a chad.

:: Bury Me In Both

This is probably going to offend most of the people who read this so I'll just get it out of the way.

Pomegranates suck.

The only good part is getting the chance to dismantle one. It is involving and satisfying when many gems fall from a good peal. Much like opening a fairy tale ruby fruit. Well these gems ain't for sale, baby.

Sure, they taste fine. Their cost suggests they should be great. Yeah, the crunch starts with a nice *pop* but then you hit a seedy thing (possibly a seed?) that absorbs your crunch effort yet doesn't fully chew away. Overall leaving me wondering what the hoopla is all about. Very unsatisfying.

Hitting O-town this weekend for a quick romp. I bought a suit. Two, actually. BOGO. Buy one, Get one. I pick them up tomorrow. I now can never get fat or smaller or shorter because I don't want to ever pay that much for clothes ever again. If and when I die, bury me in both. You'll see pics when I get em' I look like the fucking boss. for now....


I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like, "Dude, you have to wait."

The new kitchen setup. It's pretty sick. Turns out a picture and a ikea cord-bulb makes a great wall lamp. And the picture gets lit up!

I love living alone. I eat wonderful. Last Saturday I drank about 15 gins in 2 hours. Then my brain and tummy let me know how upset they were all Sunday when really, it was them who got me into the mess in the first place. Hypocrites. Left me with the bill, too.

Same old. Snowflake becomes blizzard.

:: Better Than Good

I killed the babysitter tonight and fell even more into cjsw.
I'm awake again.
Anyone need a PVR? I don't.
See that big play? I didn't.
Fuck you television, you give nothing back.

My heart is fully erect for you, c j s w.

:]

:: The Sting Of Summer

I was stung again. Got me riding again. This fucker flew up my cuff and got my forearm. A few times this summer I've noted how few mosquito's there have been here this summer... I guess the bees ate them all and inheritaed the taste for human flesh. Is there anything you can do for a sting? Oh well. (updated I have looked up remedies now and symptoms and things to look for.)

So I'm in my new place and it's great. My first day in I went to ikea and grabbed a new chair and a lamp. Two wheels or no wheels, of course.
This setup actually worked pretty well. Probably looked silly but it feels good to know I can do things without a car most people would consider crazy. Makes you stronger too.
Pre.Post. That's the chair and lamp.
Then I got some pics up.
I love lamp.
A great dinner. Spicy roasted chicken, ultra potatoes, roasted onion garlic bread, asparagus. Mmmmmm.

Here's some tatsy beverages I've recently run into.
The cream soda was ridiculously good. The rootbeer was decent but didn't blow me away.
Beer. Good job Coney Island. The white was awesome.
The dark: smooth and tasty.
The IPA: pure hops. I think I like other IPA's better but it wasn't bad. Great labels, eh?

In other news the bar I went to every week closed down. I just didn't have the liver or wallet to keep that place open. Believe me, I tried. Their last night was the Sunday before I moved and they called me over along with all of the employees who weren't working and had a last night party. This was very bad for my moving plans but I couldn't not say goodbye.Some of the servers and the owner dancing on the bar to Eddie Murphy's "Party All The Time".
CrAzY bar dancing. I like it.
Tough stuff.
This is loco Lou's logo.
This is the logo branded into one of the kitchen staff's leg. I was there. Looked painful.