"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.