There is no freedom in prison!

An interesting read...


At least it isn't specific to 'turban' media sources.

Judge a book by its cover...

If you haven't seen this yet, you should.

Miss Rolemodel USA 2007


There you have it. A clear, concise answer.

Good thing those 'asian countries' can help our future.

A Change of Season

"If they made me crawl, would you love me then?" - Matthew Good Band, Underdogs, 1997


So, school is back in. What does this mean, you ask? No? Well, I'll tell you regardless, and you will either go get a drink, and hope that you've somehow skipped this whole sentence, much like missing a commercial interrupting your otherwise hilarious episode of Generic Fat Man Marries Hot Girl, or read it all grudgingly (most likely both). It means a new house, a new job, new wines, new music, new candy, new foods, new love, and, most importantly, the revival of sweater season.

I look forward to breaking out my Cowichan sweaters again.


A few things to look forward to:

1) My Mother's Retirement Party - I'll be making a bunch of food and such, there will be drinks and music and dance and song and my mother. All the things I love most. (Sept.22/2007)

2) Head of the Trent - Beer gardens! What's wrong with this picture? Nothing! Beer meets outside and friends and such. I guess there are some boats too? Not sure about that though. (Sept.30/2007)

3) Matthew Good @ Showplace Theatre - One of my all-time favourite artists (and all-time guilty pleasures) performing a solo acoustic tour, which I'll be attending with some of my closest friends, perhaps with a nice dinner prior, and coffee or drinks afterwards. (Oct.23/2007)


Looks like a decent start to the end to the year, as well as a decent start to the revival of this blog.


Note: I can almost guarantee that only I remember my password and such for this blog, so if you want to be able to post, just make an account and I'll confirm you.

Avoid Drowning; Learn to Swim

The newest addition to the household here is quite an excellent person. Cath, that is, not the couches that were also very recently added. Yesterday afternoon she and I hiked down the the LCBO, and were greeted by the oh-so-welcomed sample wine display. The woman made the mistake of mentioning the word "free" around two students, so we polished off about 6 each. The wine itself wasn't overly good, but just as alcoholic as the standard ferment.

After browsing for awhile, Cath grabbed a bottle of merlot (which, I believe, is still sitting on her desk), and we decided to split a bottle of Jagermeister between us, as well.

Main Entry: Jagermeister
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: A very strong and bittersweet German beverage made from 56 herbs, fruits, and spices.
Etymology: German 'hunt master'

We mixed this with this new 'Dew Fuel' drink, which is just caffinated Mountain Dew, as far as I can tell. The poor mans Redbull. A few good friends stopped by as well, and along with my housemates, we had a good drunken time.

The guestlist as I remember it was: Jodie, Mickey (her boyfriend), Mickey (my roomate), Rheanna, Greg, Adam, Tom, Steve, Julian, Cath and myself. At about.. 2am? we ordered some roof-pizza.

Main Entry: Roof-Pizza
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: One or more pizzas ordered and then consumed in short order while sitting on a quilt or other soft object, while sitting on a roof.
Etymology: English 'awesome'

In the process, a few people stumbled off the roof, though none were injured.

Hung-overs ensued.

3:12am Breakfast.

There's only one thing more paradisiacal than getting head from two women (who may or may not have been former playmates-of-the-year) while burning some new 275/35ZR18 Yokohamas driving through heavy traffic. That one thing is stopping after the fact, and having the glistening girls ask if I'm hungry, before proceeding to pouring a few lines on their chests. It's especially riveting when you're at a light with the top down, and some couple who were "that dandy duo" back in the 50's shield their eyes, while leaving small slits inbetween their digits to feed their curiosity.

I'm not sure why they were parallel to me at the top of the morning, especially so deep in their senectitude, though I suppose given the circumstances, I'm not one to pass judgement. Aside from the fact that my ride is italian, and theirs is from some small factory in Kansas.