when am i supposed to say so long?

i can't find some things i want to find good grief i was just getting attached to that pen...
japanese denim though-- you can really feel the difference.

i simply cannot bring myself to convert all these MLA formatted documents to Chicago style...it seems to me that there ought to just be a computer program that could do that by now. i mean have you seen AdobeIllustrator? that shit is crazy! So why not AdobeCiter? why not, adobe?

twin peaks twin peaks it always comes back to you.

no sign of the chupacabra lately-- thylacine obsession remains however.

i really smell like deep frying. that's not terribly appealing.

None of these things go together. Stream of consciousness blogosphere. James Joyce is rolling over in his grave. Rolling with laughter at my blogosphere jokes that is. Is that even how you spell 'blogosphere'? It's almost less embarassing to spell it wrong probably.

i can hear dogs fighting outside and i want them to shut up. I can't believe they don't shut up. Everything else is certainly shutting up. This weekend marks the end of Midnight Sun Fine Chinese Clubbing and Dining Hall, Diamond Tooth Gerties Palace of Watered-Down Sin, Riverwest Muffout Bistro and White Food Factory, and Antoinette's. Soon Bumgay's will join the crowd. And then why go anywhere but Downtown at the Downtown/Pit/Eldo i guess.
Good grief.
At least i got one last game of Terra Questa in.


Changed the black label can. Big mistake. Huge.


just wait til i draft a letter, Carling you shortsighted aesthetically challenged fucks.

R. Kelly would NOT approve

sank into your dreams

makes me cry:



i saw a chupacabra/fox with severe mange in my yard last night



{it looked like this fox with mange in wales-- i will try to get a photo if it comes back}

at the time i was just spooked and confused and uncertain, but now somehow through the "magic" of "feelings", a fucking mangy fox/chupacabra has brought back all my mystery creature fascinations (which admittedly weren't really all that gone anyhow) and odd and unsettling childhood memories of seeing pictures of a thylacine in a book and just wanting to see one so badly, only to discover they were already all gone and my out-of-date book had led me astray. I don't know why it still matters to me, but it does.

beautiful inside my head forever

does it bother you that i save my hair when it falls out? it bothers me.

it bothers me.

i iz grumpy hanged over lie-berrian.

please tell me, please tell me

some things happen more often than all of the time

tuna, in a wooden bowl

hang for your hollow ways

i fear we are nearing the end of what had been a rather pleasant... Oh lets call it a Chana Masala Summer for the sake of "political" "correctness". Because obviously that matters...Just ask Stephen Harper- he's sweet and colourful.
At any rate, it is raining again. I personally think it is LOTR fantastic, what with the colour and the mist, but it means the sun can start to sneak away without me noticing. Damned it.
The rain does mean my meow cat is inside more...though it may have less to do with the rain and more to do with the Westmark Hotel being boarded up for the season. Gotta love seasonal businesses.

I know right? Reeeeaaalllly nice.
My cat seems to like it though. Right this very moment she is mostly liking Wilbur though.
I will miss him when him and Quinn move away. Good roomie team. I will miss the dog-power of knowing when people are coming to the door. Dogs have a keen interest in stuff and things. Cats only care about one guy, and that's cats.
Fair enough. I care mostly only about one guy (jen).

It is so dark in my house now. I have never really seen my house dark. It's alright.

Fall means dark but also canning.
Jenna and i canned the night away yesterday:

carrots.

tomatoes.

beets.

i guess i should've taken some pictures of the actual canning process; probably would've been more action-packed.
Packed!
Ha!
Anyways, I used my great-grandma's pickled carrot recipe and that is pretty neat.
I hope it tastes the same.
And yes, i am wearing a Beaver Canoe bunnyhug. Thank-you, i like it too.
{more about Beaver Canoe and conspiracies later}

You guys ever listen to Depeche Mode?
I am on about year 11 of listening to Depeche Mode and i am not ready to give it up.
I entirely forgot until some rai-searching tonight how comical looking DM "sex" "symbol" Dave Gahan (or Sausage Stump, as teenage me called him) and the rest of the gang really were:

Still, i probably would've done it with Martin Gore when i was 16.
Yep.
That's too bad. For me.
I mean who's from Essex?

something is weird with my camera lens since its return from the teens.
argh.
blargh.

okay lesson plan.

cephalopodcasts and other things that lurk

No matter how many times I have to reset my ipod I never remember how the next time after. And it is quite straightforward…

I blame black holes, and subsequently, France. The CERN, man.

I think it’s American anti-french propaganda resurfacing. Maybe.

Or maybe who cares:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j50ZssEojtM

Got the old teen thieved camera back from the police today. They brought it to my house at 11:30 in the pm. I feel this is late for law enforcement to pop by. I mean, they called first, but I was in my ‘jammers none the less. Also, the teen photos (all 45 of them in place of my thousands) are so wildly disappointing. Jesus. There is a pretty debasing "video" of the camera-stealing teens (and their of-age associates...ugh) smoking pot out of a large decorative hookah and then dancing poorly to daft punk.

But enough about teens...

segue.
that's a funny one.

I’ve never been “into” the ocean. I mean I’ve been in it literally, but I’ve never been stoked about it. No dolphin themed bedding. Didn’t want to be a marine biologist. I did enjoy danger bay though…not sure if that counts.

My lack of team-building exercises with the briny deep have resulted in fairly irrational and outlandish fear of water creatures/features. I am terrified of whirlpools, and I don’t even know if they’re real. But then there’s the creatures. People have been scared of sea creature fucks for ever. That’s because they’re scary. So scary that people like to pretend they don’t exist…please sea the Kraken for further details.

Oh yes quite a colourful myth... {often well illustrated}

Enter extreme mega squids.

why would anything ever have to look like that?

and perhaps most importantly of all, why does it need to have a beak?


like i want to be torn apart by that thing.
stupid head-foots. Pretty sassy for weird blobs just made of goo all day.

i have been reading a bit about risky animals. it's shattering my faith in James Herriot AND Dr. Doolittle (played by Eddie Murphy)

this is making less and less sense...i hope the cephalopod segment is flashy enough with images to distract from this other tripe.
Really i'm just killing time not being able to sleep/waiting to try to operate some sort of online ticket presale...that's coming up...i am readying.

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oh ya. Neil Young on my bday. In New York.
Good times.

Now squids don't seem as intimidating.

can't we just have a sit?

psychedelic hangover, man

teen crime squad

take that, teens.


thanks to:
teens being stupid,
the wonderful staff at Peabody's being extra sneaky and wise
and my obsessive-compulsive compiling of serial numbers and "data",
teens were thwarted and
now the po-po are investigatering my chamera, as said teens took many photos of themselves on it.

they deleted all my pictures, but do you think that means when i get it back i get their pictures?
i smell a lol teenz series...

no more no more no more

no more camera.

very sad.

only stupid yellow neon otterbox to fill with nothing.


i hate teens.