...I'd probably watch it.
Alex Andreev's "The Horror of Subway".
Why does it make it creepier just knowing it's Russian? Anyone want to write the screenplay with me?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
For the record...
Pabst Blue Ribbon is shitty beer. Crappy, tasteless, shitty ass beer. It's the kind of beer that is drunk by 60 year old dock workers who have smoked 4 packs of cigarettes a day for the last 50 years, and no longer have taste buds.
Are we clear?
Good.
Are we clear?
Good.
Hello? Hello?
Boy, now I know how to figuratively kill a room- mention Ted Harrison! Geez. No one has any love for graphic, rainbow-y representations of the Northern lights? Crooked Yukon buildings? Really? No one?
Now! Onto more information to bore you! I am finally learning how to drive a standard vehicle. Yes, I did not know how to do so before. Actually, up until Monday, I had not been behind the wheel of a car in 8 years. When I moved away from home, I left my beloved beast- my first, last and only car- behind. I still miss that vehicle. It was a 1984 Buick Skylark, dusty pink exterior, chocolate brown interior, grandma-driven before me...It was basically like driving a big, squishy mattress down the street. Boy, I loved her...But really, I've never liked driving for the sake of driving. I come from a car family- my Dad used to drag race out at Mission (a 1975? Ford Fairlane), and my brother raced zippy go-karts around puberty- but I've never seen cars as anything other than transportation. Sure, I can pick out a classy vehicle (I have fine taste, too), but generally cars elicit little more than a shrug from me. Here in Edmonton, what with Entitleades and other such gas-guzzlers out in droves, they often elicit eye-rolling and mockery as well.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yes! What with the horrible sprawl of Edmonton (the most poorly planned city in the world!), and the continually unpredictable shift of my work schedule, it is getting increasingly difficult to operate as a one vehicle household- and not only a one vehicle household, a one driver household. I feel better knowing that, in spite of my currently limited experience, I could actually drive Shawn to a hospital in an emergency. So who knows, fair readers! You may see me driving my own vehicle in the New Year. Ugh.
In other news, I have a lung inspection tomorrow. There is a $20 fee for lung inspections apparently. In an odd way, I'm looking forward to it. Mostly because I will (hopefully) discover the reason(s) I have periodically not been able to breathe and been susceptible to annual bouts of bronchitis over the past few years, but also because it is not invasive enough a specialist appointment to be scary. Since my cilia have been free from their nicotine/tar paralysis for several years now, I would have thought their now happy wriggling would have improved things. Alas.
Also also, there are potential changes afoot! Big changes! They are exciting, and a bit scary! I am reading about superstring theory and quantum physics to put it all into perspective. I find knowing that the building blocks of everything in the universe is essentially nothing, and that we create our own realities comforting.
And if you managed to read to end of this entry, even without the promise of photos, congratulations! Your attention span is longer than the average adult of the insta-generation! Now scroll down and feed the hamster!
Now! Onto more information to bore you! I am finally learning how to drive a standard vehicle. Yes, I did not know how to do so before. Actually, up until Monday, I had not been behind the wheel of a car in 8 years. When I moved away from home, I left my beloved beast- my first, last and only car- behind. I still miss that vehicle. It was a 1984 Buick Skylark, dusty pink exterior, chocolate brown interior, grandma-driven before me...It was basically like driving a big, squishy mattress down the street. Boy, I loved her...But really, I've never liked driving for the sake of driving. I come from a car family- my Dad used to drag race out at Mission (a 1975? Ford Fairlane), and my brother raced zippy go-karts around puberty- but I've never seen cars as anything other than transportation. Sure, I can pick out a classy vehicle (I have fine taste, too), but generally cars elicit little more than a shrug from me. Here in Edmonton, what with Entitleades and other such gas-guzzlers out in droves, they often elicit eye-rolling and mockery as well.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yes! What with the horrible sprawl of Edmonton (the most poorly planned city in the world!), and the continually unpredictable shift of my work schedule, it is getting increasingly difficult to operate as a one vehicle household- and not only a one vehicle household, a one driver household. I feel better knowing that, in spite of my currently limited experience, I could actually drive Shawn to a hospital in an emergency. So who knows, fair readers! You may see me driving my own vehicle in the New Year. Ugh.
In other news, I have a lung inspection tomorrow. There is a $20 fee for lung inspections apparently. In an odd way, I'm looking forward to it. Mostly because I will (hopefully) discover the reason(s) I have periodically not been able to breathe and been susceptible to annual bouts of bronchitis over the past few years, but also because it is not invasive enough a specialist appointment to be scary. Since my cilia have been free from their nicotine/tar paralysis for several years now, I would have thought their now happy wriggling would have improved things. Alas.
Also also, there are potential changes afoot! Big changes! They are exciting, and a bit scary! I am reading about superstring theory and quantum physics to put it all into perspective. I find knowing that the building blocks of everything in the universe is essentially nothing, and that we create our own realities comforting.
And if you managed to read to end of this entry, even without the promise of photos, congratulations! Your attention span is longer than the average adult of the insta-generation! Now scroll down and feed the hamster!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Something you may not know about me...
I love the art of Ted Harrison. Absolutely love it.
It started with this book:
...and this one:
...and this one- which is sadly the only one I still have!!
Anyhoo...upon receiving a trio of newly minted copies of "Painting Paradise" at growl job today, I snooped around on the internets a bit and discovered Ted Harrison may be coming to Edmonton as part of the book tour/launch!
I'd love a big Ted Harrison art print, but there are very few to be had! Oh, those northern lights.....
It started with this book:
...and this one:
...and this one- which is sadly the only one I still have!!
Anyhoo...upon receiving a trio of newly minted copies of "Painting Paradise" at growl job today, I snooped around on the internets a bit and discovered Ted Harrison may be coming to Edmonton as part of the book tour/launch!
I'd love a big Ted Harrison art print, but there are very few to be had! Oh, those northern lights.....
Of note:
I have been considering starting a new blog. But don't worry- the three of you that stop by will be informed of the change, if or when it happens.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Annoyance.
Kids whose Mum's still pay their cell phone bills don't deserve badass tattoos, or tattoos that allude to their feigned badassery.
Eat it. The end.
Eat it. The end.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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