"You're clearly French - you're a child of the croissant."

i legitimately believe i possess a higher-than-average accuracy rate when determining the fullness or emptiness of opaque containers.

i don't understand .php.

trying to establish a concrete framework regarding my beliefs in the supernatural is proving challenging logically, but fruitful ghost-wise.
What does ghost-wise even mean? Wouldn't you like to know.

it is not spring yet here. people talking about spring in "the provinces" is starting to piss me off. i might start calling them "les belle provinces". we get lumped into the igloo and inukshuk shaped catch-all of "the territories" all the time, so screw you guys.


i am going to Spain! Via Germany! We'll see who needs "one big beer" then, Germany...We will see how much broken english-in-a-german-accent i can cram into 24 hours....My prediction?
a lot.

But then i'll get to Spain and i don't have anything against Spanish people so i should be able to kick back, relax, drink some vino tinto, and rock out at the sweet sweet Primavera Festival.
Oh man am i excited. Wavves. Neil Young. Sonic Youth. Wooden Shjips. Ghostface Killah. Ya, that'll do pig, that'll do.
It has been too long since i attended a European music festival. Also i am excited for sun and heat. Plus some overdue Belfast action.
Summer, in the city. For a brief sojourn anyway.


Mostly i have just been this-ing: http://cfyt.ca/

oh ya, web design. feels like the first time.
Probably because it is.
But still, one simply must start somewhere.

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.