Friday, May 30, 2008

you made just one mistake, ghostbuster


Check a load of this guy eh?
I thought he was a good intro to my entry.
This is a website about him: http://www.siminoff.net/pages/gibson_background.html
The internet is full of wild and wacky things. I get lost in its web on the daily.
Pun fully fully intended.

It's friday. I only know that because i have to get up early tomorrow and go feed dogs. I know that happens on saturday and ∴ today is friday.
I have a really hard time distinguishing days of the week.
Today was a pretty sweet day though. Drove out to the notEsso to fill up Jill's propane tank and then went up to Crocus Bluff. Really excellent wildflowers are kicking around now.
I am watching Perfect Strangers.
Larry. Balkie.
You bet.

This programme is more confusing than you might remember it being.
I am currently in the process of downloading Newhart episodes as well. I hope they are of a superior quality...not bootlegged bullshit.


I am pretty into ld tv shows. I wish there were more seasons of Twin Peaks though.
Do i ever.

Garden is doing well.
[I'm going to start just calling 'Garden' the way Buster calls the Army 'Army']
I fertilized today despite hippie resistance.

In other news i drank whiskey by the river til 7 am.
C'est fun, c'est cool...

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Without a camera, web-based images are all i have to offer...

Got the absolute best dump score today: light-up plastic Mary (avec baby jesus) and Joseph(?) as well as a penguin in a bowtie. I'm not sure if Mary and Joseph met up with the penguin in Antarctica or if maybe the penguin was on a pilgrimage to the holy lands...Regardless they all met up at the Dawson City dump and now they're mine.

Also added to the roster is another copy of the world famous Ungame, which is a non-competitive game designed to facilitate meaningful emotion conversation between its players...Get out the MDMA.

All the plants are in the ground. I want to show you, but i can't.
I think it looks pretty damned sharp.

Doing a google image search for "gardens" really yields some results that look nothing like my garden:







You know what?
I just like Captain Beefheart so much.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

midnight in the garden of fair to middling

There are these huge ants everywhere right now. really big. Like almost beetle sized. Some have wings, some have lost them but not sorted out a spot yet. Sorting out spots is hard, for ants and for everything here maybe. Maybe not even just here...
i don't even know, i don't even care, it doesn't even matter.
That's what this weblog should really be called.
(I'm not sure if weblog is one word, but i think it ought to be if it isn't.)

I did some really excellent midnight gardening tonight. Well it started at 10:30 pm, which is admittedly not midnight, but since it ended post-midnight i think it is still an apt classification.
Anyhow most things are now in the ground/in pots under the man-made and highly artificial
protection of the poly plastic greenhouse patch. It's fairly undignified for a greenhouse (aesthetically of course...i intend the contents to be top notch), so i was interested to read that greenhouses have a real fancy dan history:

Originally on the estates of the rich, with the growth of the science of botany greenhouses spread to the universities. The French called their first greenhouses orangeries, since they were used to protect orange trees from freezing. As pineapples became popular pineries, or pineapple pits, were built. Experimentation with the design of greenhouses continued during the Seventeenth Century in Europe as technology produced better glass and construction techniques improved. The greenhouse at the Palace of Versailles was an example of their size and elaborateness; it was more than 500 feet long, 42 feet wide, and 45 feet high.\

500 feet long and 42 feet wide and 45 feet high eh Versailles? Fuuuuucccckkkk youuuuuuu.
I'm pretty sure the 12x6x8 wonder structure in our yard is way cooler than yours. And more active in the midnights hours due to our extreme geographic location. Suck on that France.

There is a show on satellite called Mom Show that is teaching its valued 3 am viewers (like me, obviously) how to make bracelets out of the tabs from popcans. And oddly enough discussing the difficulties of being from Ottawa and Quebecois people not respecting potential frenchness.
Now they're talking about personal trainers. Who is the target audience? I have no no no idea.
Not me.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

soylent greenhouse is people

Yaaaa greenhouse.
So my garden patch got tilled between my house and Mike, Erin, and Steve's house/bus next door.
We're going to share the patch for the greater good, which has also resulted in the immense benefit of a newly constructed greenhouse that covers three quarters of the garden thanks to industrious young upstart Steve. There was a bunch of random wood in our yard (as there is all over Dawson. Wood piles of indeterminate age/use/ownership everywhere. Piles and piles, for miles and miles)
and there was a whole lotta free polyethylene (is that the right word?) at the dump, so the project was virtually cost-free.
I am very excited because:
1. things grow better in greenhouses. Mo betta.
2. it will keep the dogs out
3. it will keep the ravens out
4. it will probably keep the hippies out.

Plastic probably won't keep mini-cat out though. Ah, mini-cat.
She's been all up in the outdoors business.
I have to really talk myself out of worrying when she doesn't come in at night, but this the land of the Midnight Sun (that's what the pamphlets say anyhow) and it has been so gorgeous outside that i can't stay in either. Cats and jens live to roam.

Golfed all day yesterday...it turns out i'm really bad at golfing and additionally have no idea which way i golf. I don't mean that in a qualitative sense- i mean left handed or right handed.
Being left handed is confusing times. It's quite clearly the winning hand and i wouldn't switch for anything, but the right handed hegemony (ya, i said hegemony) sort of necessitates comfort with both directions and it gets really confusing. So i play hockey left handed. I bat right handed. I throw with my left hand. I golfed right handed yesterday under the advice of local golf celebrity Will who informed me that a lot of the left handed NHL hockey players golf right handed. I figured, why not me too? I think next time i will try left handed. I bet i'll still suck.
Luckily my friend Chris who came golfing doesn't know which hand he is either- for anything.
He golfed left handed and is going to try right next time. Fun switch!
It's a pretty cool golf course though, excellent views of river/mountain/forest vistas that germans would pay to bottle. I mean, golfing in the Yukon is a pretty ridiculous concept but it's certainly not a bad way to spend a summer saturday.

Certainly a worthy distraction from sad stuff. My mom said on the phone the other day that the Yukon seems like a place that is so prone to tragedy. I don't entirely disagree.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

home on the range

So there's this episode of Twin Peaks (season 2) wherein Billy Zane guest stars and sings.
Awkwardly.
Unaccompanied and for longer than necessary.
That show is so good at making things awkward. And creepy.
Like the guy on the Greyhound bus from Saskatoon to Edmonton this past January who smelled like onion rings in a very unsexy way and looked as though he just turned his sweatpants around backwards when the knees got too dirty on one side... Awkward and creepy- you dig?
(thank you, fate for making it such that i had to take the bus. Sweet. Just bein' 26 and taking the Greyhound to Edmonton. Don't mind me)

I've been watching a marathon of Twin Peaks tonight and taking assorted opiates, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxants in the hopes of quelling a real ass-in-the-face of a headache. It's going pretty well. I also had a bath. I don't ordinarily opt for the bath, or the bathing at all for that matter, but we have a jet tub and movies and t.v. suggest that they are relaxing. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but i would have to venture that the codeine had more to do with the lessening of pain...
or the Twin Peaks.

Are t.v. show titles even supposed to be italicised?

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

the time of the season

a few weeks into unemployment.
doesn't feel as leisurely as i initially anticipated, but that is satisfactory.

it is busier and more intense here in the summer than i remember.
some have suggested i feel this resistance to summetime foolery because
i'm getting older. that is true, of course.
everyone's getting older. i just don't think i'm getting more mature.
more intolerant, maybe.

garden patch gets tilled tomorrow.
Steve and i are going to whip up a greenhouse component around the garden too.
for the tomatoes, which are my favourite to eat/smell/grow.
i grow better tomatoes than any other thing i grow, though i do have high hopes
for the brussel sprouts and beans this summer; new editions to my repertoire.

If Nikon ever fixes my bust-ed (sh)camera, i can take garden photos to really flush this
babbling out. For posterity i guess. Ya that's the one.

[i hope i spelled repetoire right. i'm on holiday though, so whooooo cares.]

{i love experimenting wit brackets}

i'm going to go ride some bicycle and listen to some Zombies.

It's the time of the season, afterall.