Good news.

Bari Quippe Boni.

Friday, October 2, 2009

I'm a fan.

Why in the world would I look for a job in Montreal?

Oh, time spent alone with a computer with limited internet access.
Turns, unavoidably, to wonderfully penned 'comics' and lurking on craigslist for writing and acting work in Montreal. Then, observing reality I calculate a monthly wage of working as a construction helper and contrast it against the cheapest place I can find... Golly. To be tired at the end of everyday... say hello to a (house) cat either starved for interaction or to a slut drenched in sex rubbing up against my leg. (Still talking about a cat[but you know, whatever])


"Well, I would update my blog, but my digital camera broke a little while ago. You know no one reads a blog without pictures."

Oh, teezy how right you are. I see a post starting with text and I immediately scroll down with haste to see just how long this hunk is. If it goes on for infinity, then I'm over it before I even begin. I usually read the first lines, something in the middle in a few places then maaaayyybe the end.

Maybe if it's arranged into digestible nugglets...?


I was lamenting on the topic of my butt a moment ago. (Eggs, chili and cheese all day yesterday) Thinking, 'Oh good golly, someone is an unlucky soul for having had the misfortune of being stuck in this office with me today... I think I may be going on many, mini-walks'

But then she got here. I don't know what scent she's wearing, but it's somewhere between lighter fluid and a field of what the fuck flowers. And it's constant. Like the expansion of the universe. Imagine KISSING someone like that!? Coffee mouth mixed with smelling of a chemical some dick made up in a laboratory... Someone made that! Someone smelled it and said: "You bet. I'll clear it with the board" He took it to someone rich... Or a board of rich people and they in turn said: "You bet. Here's a fuckin' hundred hundreds. Go tell a fuckin' factory to pump this out then sell it to Cynthia.

Stop forcing the snort when you laugh...
(I don't hate her. It's early!)



I had a wild dream last night about being a father. It was a sex dream... A pretty sweet one too. And towards the end i was all: Oh baby! And she was all: I want to have a baby with you. I had VERY little time to decide. Thanks goodness dreams are dreams.

I woke up and had a think about what I would do. I considered who it was in my dream, the prospect of have a baby, along with the rest of my life with it's mother. I was in to it... But really? or did i just have a sex dream and make a decision in a nearly lucid state? Even now, after 4 hours of being awake and an energy drink under my belt, I think I'd still be interested in hearing arugments.

I wonder what state of mind I would be in if I was ever in that position? My first thought was that I would've been drunk, but you aren't drunk in dreams. Well I'm not drunk in dreams anyway... On one hand making a split decision to father a child, is terribly irresponsible, but I found it incredibly romantic. Yet ultimately shortsighted. But the mood would be decidedly ruined if I chose not to...
You see my dilemma?!!?


Holy hell. I'm coughing from it. Woof.


Do hunchbacks still exist?

I juist realized what a silly question that is.

Of course they do. Church bells keep ringing don't they?


Start here and go forth.


Do you know what you look like?
I typically have an idea, without seeing my reflection. But I see a former self. I never see myself as I am today. could be that I don't spend as much time staring at my mug in the mirror as I used to. (pimples and the developping hair) The only times I give myself a good look is when I'm high and either alone or high enough not to care that I've been in the bathroom for 5 minutes.

Although I do have an image that I draw. Like a sort of mini sefl portrait. it's a fellow with a beard and a big nose with a bit of a messy hair situation. Who would want that fathering a child eh?!


I saw a fox today on my way to work.
It was by the river, living it up. I would love to have one as a pet. I'm sure it can be done... I should have followed it home and stolen a baby instead of going to work. Hindsight is always 20/20.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Within 25 feet of me.



"Write a wish and put it in the bottle!"

Destination of bottle.

2 square feet of my life. I inherited it I think.

Monkey see.

Parent shotski!

"I remember when I was their age..."

"Oh yeah, like this!"

Decades of love.

Motherly love.

This is a dream of mine, as a hopeful parent. -Will

Luby is the center of attention again.

Prepping for a canoe trip.

Grease kills... headaches.

"Try this."

Corn... obvi.

Barbeeeeque-r A#1

Lucky light

Lucky light 2

I've always been fascinated with the concept of a door.

Monday, July 27, 2009

awakw forever

Rather busy out on the road this morning. This morning being 330am... not only was the traffic much thicker than usual, but the foot traffic was high too! A pair of sneeks on wellington, one on foot, the other on sloowww bike. Then at the foot bridge at omand's creek there was a collection of boys on bmx bicycles. In fact they weren't on the bikes at all... 2 of the fellows were on the tracks painting I imagine. The other was smoking a cigarette. Bikes laying on their sides on the path.

"Sorry 'bout that man."
"No worries dude."

It was a relitively slow ride to work today. I laid in bed until 130 thinking about sleep, took some time to look at pictures of me and my naked legs on the internet. Ah dear. I'm of two minds... It did happenm but does it need to be on the net...? I'm thinking perhaps not. I wonder how many people went to sleep without removing their make-up...? I know I'm one. I awoke to a surprisingly clean pillow. Which is lucky, because I was super later'd at the end of the night. Burger and fries to go from johnny g's is proof enough. not the burger say, but the stumble inside followed by a comatose wait by the bar in a black robe and half sweated away makeup. Rats.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Dear short hair:

Thanks for coming out.

My word, Last night they were holding circular saws up to each others faces... oof

The only real injustice is the fact that I'm not famous yet
Granted I haven't been trying
I want to make the most of my time on the planet
Soon as your born you start dying.

I enjoy this phrase and I know that when I turn it
It's as banal as I am
I try to keep this out of mind when I make something silly
Simple is a science.

Goodness gracious. It's nice to be back at work. no, really. Not to say that I ever truly left. It's more that I wasn't getting any darn shifts. And it's been lean! Straight up and down lean. It's such a drag. For so many reasons... First and most prevalent in my mind on a daily basis is my lack of ability to do whatever I want all the time. You may be saying: "But Will, you stupid idiot, having loads of free time is exactly one needs to do whatever one would want. Sheesh. Get a real subject before you start typing, dummy." While you may be right (about the time and the typing) the other main ingredient in the recipe for 'doing stuff' is dough. Cash-dough.

You want to go for a bike ride in the park? Free. You want to fix your bike? not free. You want to hang out? free. You want to hangout with a lady? not free... ha? You want to see a secret film at aceart? free. Want to see a box office smash hit with your room-mates on a moment's notice? not free.

I don't have expensive tastes really, but even a stone cold is more than stone soup...

Another reason I'm glad to be back is the people watching! And not even casual spying. I'm interacting with all sorts all the time. It's fun, I get to see the everyman without having to trudge through the mall or introduce myself! We can have a pleasant exchange, make a little joke to an old man, send them on their way and get on to the next. Sometimes I'm very stand-offish to superbabes. in my imagination they: 1) have many things handed to them and 2) have every man try to make eyes at them. So I go in the opposite direction. ha. I know it's almost cruel to treat someone differently because of their appearance, but I think it's OK in this situation. Keep in mind I'm talking about what our genereation defines as a superbabe.

I'm more into the faux hippie, faux indie, faux fur, faux socialable type

Gotta go...
more later.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

"It's a good place to come home for the summer"

Jeff approaching


Matea up to bat.

Dick on deck