intermission?
I.
I can't.
It's just.
Well.
I guess.
Fuck, whatever.
On hiatus.
Back later.
May 30, 2004
May 28, 2004
stuff!
I am fairly sure that extended periods of time at home cause me to
revert back to being, oh, 16.
- witness:
- The Dreamcast
- The Radiohead
- the wanton disregard for nutritional content.
- the sudden desire for a newish gaming console.
in happier news, am volunteering with Naf and Spencer and
others this weekend; looks like it's going to be fun*.
*by which I mean tiring and laden with awesome stories; I mean,
there's a man named Zull involved!!
May 25, 2004
2 dreams, 1 meme, scads of confusion.
dream #1:
I move back to Vancouver. Alone. And live in an apartment on Kingsway (between Slocan and Earles) above a Chinese restaurant. Nothing particularly strange happened. Just the setting that was odd.
dream #2:
go back to the old high school to brush up on my biology, and find that I'm not the only one there. for some reason, me and a bunch of people I graduated with are there, getting ready to dissect fetal pigs (note: we actually did this.) but there's a number of details wrong.
- the teacher (same one I had in grade 12) is wearing a polka dotted dress.
- snootiest person I knew in high school is making googly eyes at the ultra-nerdy russian-accented guy in the grade below us.
- nobody I remember liking during highschool (aside from the teacher) was there
it was significant amounts of bizarre, and the other bit I can't remember specifics of was right up there in strangeness content. I guess watching Angel marathons right before bed is a bad idea.
meme:
| gerald` may explode without warning |
| M EXPLOSIVE |
From Go-Quiz.com
May 24, 2004
(untitled)
barefoot.
warm cement.
cold air.
popsicle in hand, I step on to the grass.
wiggle toes.
sigh, a little closer to peace.
"WHAT THE FUCK DUMB BULLSHIT YOU TALKIN' BOUT YOU CRACK-ASS SLUT?!"
"I SAID, YOU BITCH, THAT YOU SLEPT WITH MY MAN!!"
peer over the hedge to watch two teens stomp by, swearing like sailors and taking turns out of a bottle in a bag, heading towards the elementary schoolgrounds next door.
shake head.
breathe.
consume popsicle.
look at the sky; lost among the cables and poles is venus.
another deep breath; wondering when I won't be here.
cold cement.
cold air.
popsicle eaten, I head inside.
May 23, 2004
May 22, 2004
crossposted to indiemixtape
made a CD for driving.
no specific theme, and some of it's not terribly indie (OMG!!), but I figure the 33% CanCon evens things out.
- Spoon - The Way We Get By (2:40)
- Coldplay - Amsterdam (5:19)
- Young and Sexy - Young and Sexy (4:17)
- Broken Social Scene - Anthems for a Seventeen Year-old Girl (4:35)
- The Shins - Pink Bullets (3:51)
- Walkmen - We've Been Had (3:29)
- Death Cab For Cutie - A Lack of Color (3:35)
- Metric - Calculation Theme (3:31)
- Wilco - Ashes of American Flags (4:44)
- Hawksley Workman - Safe and Sound (3:58)
- Interpol - Leif Erikson (4:00)
- Modest Mouse - The Ocean Breathes Salty (3:45)
- Matthew Good Band - Strange Days (4:25)
- Radiohead - No Surprises (3:48)
- The Decemberists - Grace Cathedral Hill (4:28)
- Doves - The Man Who Told Everything (5:47)
- The New Pornographers - Loose Translation (2:59)
- The Streets - Empty Cans (8:13)
May 21, 2004
something of actual consequence.
I realize that I haven't seen a lot of people for a while, and that
one of the reasons I started this was to keep people updated on my
condition.
so, how am I?
- bored.
- broke.
- still jobless, increasingly frustrated.
+ driving more. might book a road test soon.
+ physiotherapy is helping.
+ I bought a new razor. It's very red.
that's about it.
see you at the Decemberists, if not before.
May 20, 2004
May 17, 2004
worse than expectant parents
haven't settled on a name yet - it'll keep changing for a while.
jail! shame! wrenches! only makes sense to a select
few, and it's not all that funny, anyway.
breakfast thoughts
can a pancake have too many M&M's?
I'm about to find out.
edit: I think it can, but I came nowhere near the threshold. I suspect there's a candy:batter ratio that one has to stay under, and only more testing will reveal it.
May 14, 2004
notes to self:
- shave more often bring up being 19 less, especially when talking to cute girls. get drunker and start more fistfights.
for all my hipster friends
enjoy.
even if you're not a hipster and just know a bunch of them, read the comic. it's funny stuff.
May 13, 2004
more words for life.
"...we are here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is." -Dr. Mark Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut's Cold Turkey, courtesy of Matt Good.
pseudo-moblog photographic wankery.
really, that's all this is. I got to granville island well before I was supposed to meet people for the One Man Star Wars Trilogy (which was great), so I busted out the camera and took some photos. On the skytrain, I scored the "drivers seat" so I started fiddling with the camera modes and took some photos. I'm still not entirely used to the size of the camera, and I keep reaching for the focus/zoom ring. Old habits, I guess.
thumbnails don't seem to want to work, so here's a list:
- some rocks
- meters galore
- overhead lamp
- nanaimo st skytrain station
- building under construction
- edmonds (?) skytrain station
- a water fountain
- the skytrain bridge
- looking up as you walk down to granville island.
all images are 640x480px, and somewhere between 16 and 46 kilobytes.
May 11, 2004
weird dreams
I've been sitting on this post since this morning, because I still can't figure it out...
had a dream last night, involving me getting caught evading fares on the Skytrain station, and trying to make a run for it. Entirely normal, given how much fare evasion I commit in my newly UPassless life. Run out of the train, fake Skytrain cops hot on my tail, off the train platform, down a flight of stairs, past another platform, and then dow-- hold up, two platforms?!
in a half-asleep (but thoroughly bewildered) state, I replayed the dream as best I could, and tried to piece together where this imaginary station would've been, using the scenery and any other cues I was able to pick out of my dream, and came to the conclusion that Patterson station had had Royal Oak station put on top of it, and the whole damn thing was moved out to Boundary and Lougheed.
And there I was, evading fares.
fun times, redux
went to the beach with a pair of high school friends last night. Conversation topics ranged from the standard "what are you doing" to the unfortunate lack of green in sunsets to the origins of the Oxford English Dictionary, to Iain's Illustrated Oxford Dictionary and how awesome and useless it is at the same time. After the (spectacular) sunset, we headed to Koerner's*, where we started off with some Okanagan Springs Pale, which, of course, brought about discussion about the Fair. Patricia had enjoyed herself vastly (and still hasn't finished her synopsis), and Iain missed it due to a paper he had to write, which meant he had to stay in Victoria. Switched to Darkwoods Nut Brown afterwards, which was, well... educational. Very smokey, caramel/barbeque and no aftertaste. Like, none. It was weird, and we sipped cautiously at first and then gave up and started throwing it back before it got too warm. Somewhere in there, we switched from Big 2 to pool. I left there at about 20 to midnight, got on a B-Line, took some blurry shots from the Skytrain, and got home just before 1.
Fucking North Delta.
The long and short of it? I feel a lot better about most everything than I did yesterday, and there's a few jobs that look interesting that I'm going to go apply for now...
here's some photos:
- Sunset #1Sunset #2Sunset #3Iain being pensiveThe Fateful "Nut Brown Ale" decisionPatricia being caught a moment too lateaccidental but cool shot from the skytrain
May 10, 2004
ye gods
I don't know how much longer I can do this.
the constant stream of resumes and cover letters is tiresome and more than a little depressing.
no word back from anyone at all, not even the video store (yes, that video store).
I can't do this again; another jobless summer will drive me up the fucking wall.
...back to jobbank and newspapers and word, and maybe this time I'll find something, or something will find me.
May 09, 2004
slowly! learning! CSS!
yes, this is nothing more than a lightly customized template, but I'll make it different, I swear.
in the meantime, what do you think?
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