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.

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

Jeff approaching

contents

Matea up to bat.

Dick on deck

double trouble take

Last evening I saw one of those funny things that only kids do.

On a side street... Mind you still a major side street (you know what I'm talking about. one of those fat streets that isn't quite a thick thoroughfare but get lights when it meets one) In front of a school, there was a girl standing waving her hands and dancing slowly from side to side.

As I was passing by, I thought this was a bit strange, but no crazy. Kids dance all the time. One may even be jealous of such a quality. I can't tell you the amount of stink eyes I've felt on a dance floor. Anyway, she was waving her arms, universal sign for look over here. As I did, I first took her in fully. Then I saw she had a friend sitting behind her.

"Is she ok?! Is that girl waving for help?"

After one half second I realized the girl was ok... Also, she wasn't sitting, she was squatting. What a place to pee! Not only did they not have the foresight to simply walk 'round back... Her friend decided to do an extremely noticable dance?! Too much. Too much.

I'm not bashing public peeing. I'm all for it. But that's as public as you can get. har har.

To be young again.

many pictures. neato!

Asteroids to do not concern me

"You got it Luke! Use you're powers!"

"Man, Imperial Walkers eh? They just won't quit!"

"Big time trouble."

"Buddy eats!"

A Paraphrasing of conversation with rang a dang and I at 13:26 on Tuesday afternoon.

This weekend was a hodge podge of friendlies, cringe-worthy moments and more boozes than I've sipped in some time. It's a very deceptive way to make one think that you're actually doing something day to day. But than again, who say's you're not? Making connections and gathering tales to tell... It's something innit?

Not to mention a handful of photos with bad lighting and composition. Har har, can't wait to see how my latest impulse purchase is working. Perhaps you will too.

The internet is a sea and each tool is a damn siren singing. I'm well aware it's just going to give me syphilis, but shoot. I may have a bit of sea-men left in me yet.

wakka wakka.

Welcome cracking ankles and sweaty everything. Don't listen to everyone else. Summer's here.

This is how you ditch someone who drives you mad.

I haven't taken any pictures yet.

Yesterday evening I dug into my toiletry bag only find missing the #1 item on every packing list. Toothbrush. I'm guessing in my sleep-hungry state I brushed them and tossed it back onto my shelf, forced by habit. So last night when I went for an exploratory cycle I stopped in to the metro (grocery store) to purchase one and hopefully get directions. I forgot to mention... I got lost fairly quickly. I was pretty confident I'd be able to find my way home, mentally recording the lefts and rights... To no avail.

The plan was flawless, pick out toothbrush with an appealing colour and simply ask the checkout clerk while paying. Once I posted up in my line I noticed the clerk was one-teen years old. Immediately stricken with the prospect of her not knowing where it is, holding up the line and everyone within earshot noticing my obvious anglo accent.

"Sais tu ou la rue certier est? Je suis perdue."
"Non, je m'excuse. Tu est un cochon-anglo."
"Mama mia!"

So I Payed the 2.87 and scrammed.

Saw a book store and figured maps are paper, books are paper. Case closed! Locked up and took a look, found no maps, but a tonne of adult literature. I gave in and asked the 20 something attendant for directions. no idea. rats. While i walked out, putting my mitts back on I saw a dirty looking depanneur. Where else?! If they don't have a map the person working will know the area for sure. They work at a depanneur! They're like mini versions of Mr. Thenardier right? Always humming a shanty having to do with being une bonne viveur and sweeping, constantly sweeping. Well I was close, but she had the directions in a heart beat. As a proactive thanks I purchased an energy drink.

Today I had another good ride. Went south on sherbrook and found the hostel Kjartan and I stayed in the first time I came. oogled the endless shops like a country mouse and having forgotten the address to the Y, turned back and let the cats in for some grub.

Léon and Noël. Léon is the gentleman and Noël is the lady. Seems I've already made friends with them. Records show I am a good pet person. I pet and I pet well. 8 out of 10 cats agree. Thank goodness they didn't pee on all of my clothing upon arrival. I knew it was a possibility.

Nothing interesting to report. Got the Surger threaded. Didn't have to fly home yesterday to work. Currently watching 30 rock on the internet.
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