:: Bulb

I'm going to try for a bit to eat/use one bulb of garlic per week. I think the trick might be to roast some and make garlic butter and pre-pay a bulb or two. Pretty much a win-win situation no matter how this goes.

Food tonight.
Roasted chicken breast crusted with my go-to mix* and rosemary. Also some egg noodles with a sauce I invented. Red onion, mushrooms, garlic, and cream cheese. Nothing but flavor. Also I had some ceasar salad with mush, celery, grn oni, broccoli but what you see in the pic is only there for some colour. I actually ate my salad before the rest was ready. I couldn't help it.

In retrospect the sauce could have used a bit of heavy cream to thin and smooth it out. The taste was a success but the texture could be improved.

Oh and the pasta and salad had fresh minced Parmigiano Reggiano on them.... and then I had two vanilla yogurts for desert.....

and then a fork full of peanut butter later to finish. Gourmet.


Here's some drink I've had before and again. Still really enjoyable. Love this mug too.


And because some shit is just unreal. Me and my partner are chilling outside a house for a job. Got there a few minutes early. As soon as we pull up a Lassie dog starts barking at us through a window across the street. Quickly after this another joins it, we laugh "Whoa, that dog just duplicated." We make a joke or two and wonder if another would appear just to seal the deal and freak us out. So one more does. We can't believe it. We laugh and joke and move around trying to make them all bark and jump at the window at us. I mention "I couldn't believe there was three. I hope there's another. That would be insane" Just a few minutes later of watching them bark another one walks up calmly on the left and stares right at us.


Hilarity ensues.

As we regain control and I grab my camera quickly, "If their living room begins to fill with lassies and break through the window onto the street you better fucking believe I'm getting it on video."

And then we installed a mirror. So it goes.


*go-to chicken mix: Cayenne, cumin, and curry. Of course it's good. Adjust heat through cayenne, sweetness through curry, awesome through cumin.

:: W/L?

I'll take it as a win, I made it one week without going to the bar.

A work-week of course. Sun-Thurs.

I mean, I'm going tonight for sure. Raps vs. Hawks.

C'mon.

"Build it up now take it apart, climb up real high then fall down real far." -NIN

Sounds so negative but it's like riding a bike. Always ride the up part first, revel in the ride back down.




Caesar salad with every veggie in my fridge and some rstd-oni-baget-shrp-chd-regano-tom-ovn-brd. A staple. Oh, and 1L beer.

:: 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.