it never gets warm at night here.

i love life .ca

the free store giveth.

let us go then, you and i

something like that.

projector at the planetarium

and

the overgrown lawn.

cartesian coordinates

summer.

places afar.

sun.

plus les choses.

i just remembered phil hartman is dead.

i was watching a commercial with deep husky movie voice guy (name?) doing his thang and thinking about how different trailer world will be without him.

i think he's dead, but i could be wrong. i also don't know his name (see above), so that makes researching this kind of problematic. regardless, i was thinking about maybe-dead movie-trailer-voice-guy...

then i remembered phil hartman and how much voice-land changed without him. what a voice. what a hair-do. big fan!
please see fan-art below. please.

my phil hartman looks a little like stephen harper. perhaps i can re-use this tribute when he kicks the bucket; ideally this will be sooner rather than later.

it is now lent, people.
40 days of cruddery. i don't even believe in god. i only give up chocolate though, so it's very non-committal. shocking. plus on tuesday (fat tuesday, of course) i ate a cadbury creme egg, some mini eggs, and a drink involving kaluha. i am stocked up on chocolate for a while.
i am considering incorporating a hair shirt into my lenten sacrifices (ah comfort, the greatest of sacrifices to be sure!) i think the whole exercise is just a feeble attempt to re-direct my guilt about regular things. it works surprisingly well if you just let it. just let it happen.

i had a dream i was in the sun the sun the yellow hot hot sun and i was squinting. it was sweet. i could see the freckles on my nose in the corners of my eyes.
i am ready for summer. temperature wise anyhow. everything else? maybe, not-maybe.

i can also be wrong

Oh i see a darkness.
It is so christ dark outside. Christ dark...that's dark.
And rainy. Always raining. Sounds very beautiful on the tin but other than that its charms are waning.
Additionally, it is quite cold...thanks for nothing la nina or julio or katrina or whatever weathersystem is responsible for stealing our sunshine.
Len warned you not to, man.
They warned you.

But you didn't listen. ------>it's fucking over my christ garden!<------- i fear summer is slipping through my fingertips like sand....or if i was The Sandman in shitty Spiderman 3, summer would be slipping through my sand like stuff.

{when we were waiting at the cinema in beautiful downtown Whitehorse to see Spiderman 3, a carload of brosefs drove by and yelled "losers". it was tough, but fair.}

Speaking of summer slipping through my fingertips/everything slipping through my sand-tips, i guess i have to do some light lesson planning sometime in the near future...or at the very least read comics at work instead of on my porch to begin getting accustomed to the building again.
That's an excellent first step to be sure.
I want to throw a tantrum about it a little for sure. Mildly panic-inducing. I had a terrible university -themed nightmare last night, wherein it was the first day of another year of etudes and i didn't know where any of my classes were and i was late and missing books and there were no left handed desks and everyone was staring with their eyes...blech. First days of anything are utter and complete fucking faggotry if you ask me. I wish that they would just get on with mass distributing those memory erasers from Men in Black (MIB). I would totally buy one.
Sometimes it seems like i only watch shitty movies with black men in them.
This is only somewhat true.
I guess i could have compared my memory-erase fantasy extraordinaire (sp?) to the whitey-heavy Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but it turns out i actually liked MIB better. Straight up. Better "film".


Stop!

Affirmation/Philosophy/Olympic Break:

"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop."

This segment has been brought to you by Confucius via the stupid Olympics.
Isn't going slowly sort of not the point of the olympics?
Maybe i'm missing the true point. Probably.
I know everyone's stoked.
I'm sorry i can't drum up the apt level of enthusiasm forthe ol' Olympiad. I like the winter ones okay.
It's just so much pomp and fakery and kind of crap. I would like to watch UN Olympics. I think that'd be a slice.
Sort of like this, only MORE multicultural:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ur5fGSBsfq8 (oh god please watch this)
Additionally http://en.beijing2008.cn/, "The Official Website of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games" (catchy) has introduced me to the 2008 Paralympics. September 6-17, hot on the trail of big Olympic. Tickets for the Paralympic events are between 4-7 canadian bucks, whereas you're looking at 125 for some of the "regular" olympic ones. Get thrifty, sports enthusiasts. And while you're at it, get progressive.

I am still exceptionally full from Aurora dinner.
Verrry continental experience.
Much like their website promised, i left "wondering how such quality can be found in a northern gold mining town at the top of the world". Right.

I don't feel to sleeping but i have to keep house and cable tomorrow day.
Bsh.
Though yesterdaywhilst cabling i got to go up to the "headend"....which is essentially a sweetly post-apocalyptic windowless fortress of receivers, satellite dishes, confusing wires etc. up on the dome.
Sweet view up river. I think next time i'll try to bring my camera...perhaps under the guise of taking pictures of the 'site' for cable 'research'.
That's pretty flimsy, i know. Even for me.

orthodox

bullgang's dream HQ


if there was a lake here i'd do a lot more swimmin' and fishin' in the "dark" [sic night].
lack of lake or even slightly nearby lake is one of dawson's greatest downfalls.
that and lots of other much more confusing to express things.



summer is not a downfall.

my skin is hot. not burned, just hot.

summer is good for delicious fruit. bad for hooliganism and general asshattery; bongos, etc.

i am not sure i just don't know.

hey rain, wash my car

The rains are falling straight down.
But it's been satisfactorily sunny for sure. Some pretty hawt and nice days.
Yesterday our plans to canoe were thwarted by circumstance so we set out to play croquet/bocci and picnic in some of Dawson's finer grassy spots instead.
Unfortunately, our time at this first stop was limited by bureaucracy, so we moved north and rocked the mud bogs flat/father judge's cabin with many rounds of bocci.

It kind of looks like the desert. It would have been good swimming weather.
I like hanging at Father Judge's cabin/grave.
It is pretty and green. Usually not too bustling.



I also took pictures from a father judge's eye view...if he wasn't underground. And dead.





summer would be almost perfect if not for people.
well i guess not all people; some of them are pretty good.











and now i have my camera back and so i am using it.
this should help stave off suicidal urges for a few weeks at least.

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.