:: Hump Day

A good night.

The thoughts that accompany this are hard to translate mid-night. Tonight isn't even Friday. Tomorrow is..... whatever... I'll survive so long as Friday does. Right now I'm fucked.

Friday I'm in love. The (my) world can work out. If only for a night. With thoughts with plans to become reality to make me a normal person. Friday love with a pretty girl with too much confidence or alcohol blood content.

For Easter this Thursday is Friday. In the spirit of things I'll have eggs for breakfast.

Over easy on fresh Ciabatta bread with red pepper and green onion.


And wicked-ass 10,000 villages coffee.

mmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmm

real people interest me. fake Friday satisfies.

I still have to wake up, the day still has to end.

:: Garth, ...

Fine, I'll make it right
I'll do whatever it takes
I'll be free tonight

...That's a haiku.

And I plan on haikuing the shit out of Saturday.

Alcohol and me
Will dance together alone
The one dance I know

:: Front/Back/Full*

*Court Pressure

Sexual sounding if you don't play basketball. Unless you really commit on defense. March madness? I'm in.

A life-pirate visits. Surround by the good things in life. A comfy seat, beer, bong, ball, and black pepper. And art.Proper art can leave you speechless. ...Rain Art. Thanks guys, pleasure to have you. :]I heard a herd of elk. Ever tasted them? They were all walking in a pack until my partner made a loud low-to-high pitched howl that made _every_ single one of them stop and look our way. Easily a whole field away from us. All of them looking at us bang the fuck on. He said it was an elk call. Well, it worked.One good day deserves one good beer. The trick is in defining 'one'.I got to go for a sweet moto ride with Beema on a spectacular Saturday. No Pics. Good traffic though. Sunday was for doing stuff and feeling good. After cleaning and planning the day all morning over some java I went for a Jet through fish creek. Wonderful day. Horrible wind. I haven't had to bike so far & so hard against the wind in a long time. I had to rock the tunes loud and hunch over my handle bars and grind it out. I think I won, though. I passed everyone.

So I went as far as the paths took me against the wind. Once there I turned around and with one pedal could coast for a hundred yards. I could open my arms to pick up speed. It's like riding up a hill just to ride down. Then went down the heritage/macleod hill. Jet kept up with traffic. Its a 50 zone. She's a single speed. mmmmmm good girl, fast and true. The river ice was neat. I wish I could have gotten a close shot of the drops or the sides but I could barely even keep my footing on the muddy slope on the sides. The ice was not strong enough to hold weight and the water was cold.Later on I had to cross the river as I took a bad path and didn't want to back track anymore. I had to dislodge and move a 20-25 foot small log/driftwood-to-be to make a bridge at a low point. A dad and his son watched me while skipping stones and never congratulated me once I was over. It easily took me 10-15 real time minutes. I would have been satisfied with the man making fun of me to his son. I didn't even get eye contact. Some people. sheesh.


An honest evening at home. Good music and comics. Intimate lighting.

The sweat and blood that goes into making a blog post. jeez. I'm up all hours of the night.

Actually I go for 9 hrs a night of rest. At least 8 asleep. I like 8:30-9:00pm to 4:30-5:30am. These times rule.

A MaThScIeNcE Minute:

Algebra proves mathematically that math works,
But without numbers.
QED algebra pwns.


I've never had them myself. Though I believed in his conviction and was hungry for breakfast.





Create and define your own reality. Or drink through this one.

One for the road.

:: Walls

Who's gunna ask me to run through them? huh? You? Probably not. And if you did I'd challenge you about it.

Still though, really. no one asks me _that_. To run right through walls. Or crash trying. To be as physical as I can be. To fucking give er'.

If you ask right, I'll do it. Right through, or into, a goddamn wall. And look like king shit doing it.

This is a post?

friday : ]

:: St. Pats

I almost got away with forgetting it was today. Well...... i Suppose it's to the bar with life held on hold. Twist my rubber arm, why don't cha'.

everyday ends
to you like to my tender
last one and the bill

thanks.

:: SS, LL, SS, LL

Bros.The view.

"Think that person can tell we're undercover? Dammit! I don't get it, it's like we're wearing signs."
Epic? Birds are epic. They can just fly anywhere.
Still, you just have to stop and admire it.
It's picture-in-picture-esque.The left side is only s0-s0. Maybe glance worthy.
The crew.The Poo.
No one here has both feet planted on the ground. Lots of movement without action. Life without meaning... Garth, that was a haiku.

Also we all ride regular and hold the same leg up when we finally get to rest. My right was toast.
Strange things are afoot at the special K.
The only pictures of me are at the bar. Fitting really.
Otherwise I can only be found in reflection. The only vampire that can be. Helps when working with mirrors.Here's me and the crew. Rob, Mike, Me, and Jay with his mystery stare. It's like seeing into my own soul. But chubby. (hahahahah :] )Wait! There must be a pic of me on a mountain! I've caught the assailant... except... all his hill-pics hide his face better than mine. There's really no way to know who this is.




Interlude


A traditional Canadian household name.


Ouch. Stuff happens. His bro banged his wrist up too. Jay's lenses got fucked. I was happy his face was not smashed in.
Even though he hides it during chill time too. Those fountains did do for a nice massage.
In the mountain view patio hot tub. Booyah.



The Hotel Room (nsfw?)





This doesn't require explaining. I won't begin to try. A - "Dude, I think there's a pic of me but not at a bar from this trip. Pretty sure it's of me on the phone with you. What are you doing right now? Not something weird right?

J - "Shhhhhh... lets just hear feelings."

A - "Are you wearing my hat again? Godammit, J"

*click*

In conclusion, what matters is realizing you can't always explain hotel room pictures. I mean, If you want to be a ninja, you be a ninja. A happy ninja. The best damned ninja ever. If you don't have to make the bed yourself and real pants just aren't happening you don't really even have a choice.


Notes:

1 We all ate and drank in wonderful quantities of wonderful quality.
2 Pictures and quotes may or may not have happened.

Swell times had by all featuring: Mix Magic Mike, Rock & Roll Rob, the infamous Jelly-belly Jaybird, and yours truly, King Calgary Kane. (I wanted Kid King Kane but the initials look bad)

:: Soon

Sooouuuun.