a god's eye of hate

soy super bien

i am eating manchego cheese. it reminds me of Spain even though it's really crap manchego cheese. It's the only time i've ever seen it here at all. Still pretty damned good.

cold like not-Spain in Dawson City tonight. decidedly not-Spain. Decidedly freezing at night and meant to snow on Sunday. I am not a believer, but i am not a non-believer either.
imagine if i just didn't believe in weather?
imagine.

i do not want to believe that it is so very very hot in Saskatchewan still. Makes me feel like that thumbs up i got from god in 2005 really meant nothing at all.
where's my 30 degrees in September?
where's my First Nations Summer, god?
Where?

Whatever. When it starts to be below zero every day then i can start to acquire frozen goods again. Not having a freezer is somewhat inconvenient for items like frozen green beans.
i rely on green beans heavily.
like second only to my cat. i just de-wormed that cat. more than i'd do for the beans-- do you see what i'm saying?

As you may know if you know me, i don't like to do things i'm not good at/don't know how to do, so it has taken me an excessive length of time to create a rapidshare mixtape for a contest. The mix itself was quick to assemble, but i had a profound fear about my potential failure in the uploading process. It turns out that it is so easy that a monkey could do it. Even a retarded monkey probably. If i could teach my cat to do it, i really wouldn't need anything else in the world because we would start a mixtape blog where i made the lists and Geddy zipped and uploaded the files. It would be called Cats: The Musical. Everyone would love it. Andrew Lloyd Webber would sue me. Good times.

Until then, however, perhaps i will just continue to make the zips and upload them myself.
This is my first one.
It's a mix tape featuring songs about buildings and food for a Conceptual Mixtape Battle created by my friend Mark over here at Markcomix.
My entry is plus de late, so it may not be in consideration for the elusive "win" anymore, but it's still a nice interaction of songs that really are all about buildings and/or food in some way. I though about lying and tossing a few in there that weren't just cos they would've sounded good in the mix, but i didn't.
Is it possible that after 27 years i may be developing morals?

Doubts it, Ralph.

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.

stop me if you think you've heard this one before...

i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.