Tuesday, July 31, 2007

fun fun fun!

last night was pretty spectacular, for a monday night. we ate a very tasty pasta dish (veal+beef ravioli in a butter sage sauce--how very Florentine of us!) accompanied by a tasty bottle of sangiovese (very flavourful wine).

we demolished the bottle quickly while watching that awesome movie Detroit Rock City, and then proceeded to drink a couple of bourbons.

went to bed whooping and stumbling.


Monday, July 30, 2007

waitin' for the other shoe to drop

ugh. wrote that important letter last week, hoping to resolve something of great concern to us, but it seems this company has made a choice to be a giant cock in the business world, and their choice carries over to the courtesy of answering our legally justified claim.


why have i been having such interruptable sleep lately?
i wonder.

Friday, July 27, 2007

it's not the heat, it's the humidity


on another note, my dreams as of the past few nights have been pretty spectacular, for the most part. of course, periodically waking up and waiting for the lingering thrill to pass (a sensation akin to the feeling you get when tipping back in your chair juuuuuuuust a little too far) is affecting my overall restfulness.

tonight, we's having another fun friday night, replete with tasty vittles (one hopes) and tasty imbibing (one knows for sure).

to those brave bastards on bicycles, just don't scratch my car with your compound fractured leg, mmmkay?

Thursday, July 26, 2007

eloquent and succinct (sp?)

i love it when something fundamentally makes sense like this. whether you're educated regarding guns or not, there is no disputing this wisdom:

"The laws that forbid the carrying of arms .....disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes."
Cesare Beccaria (1735-1794) Italian nobleman, criminologist, and penal reformer

Hey! Dis ain't Pismo Beach!

on an unrelated note, i'm curious as to the mindset of most city centre bicyclists. do they not care whether they live or die? have they received special exemption from traffic laws? are bicycles just issued to the bottom 1% of the IQ test results?

very very strange. this morning alone, two separate intersections had a bike running a red, at slow relaxed pace, WELL after the light went green for the car who had to slam on his brakes to avoid bettering the gene pool...

i myself came, and i swear to all i hold dear that i'm not exaggerating, within an inch or two of killing a moron on a bmx last year. he darted out from behind a pole at the top of bernard and st-laurent, where cars are typically doing 50 kph+ and can't really see behind cement poles to verify if a bike rider is about to commit suicide.

oh, and when they're calmly riding side by side in a car lane, with cars inches behind them, or swerving around them, do they feel they're making a point?

i can't quite understand it. i wonder what the statistic of bicycle injuries are in this town every year. and i wonder if my taxes are paying for it. at least smokers like me pay a fortune per pack, which theoretically goes back into government coffers to pay for our increased health costs.

one of these days, someone will be paying too close attention to swerving around the largebutt bike rider in his lane to notice the one casually crossing the red directly in front of him...what am i saying. that happens often enough.

absolutely mindless idiots. you want to ride a bike to work? cool! there are fucking side streets all over headed into the city centre which have deliniated bike lanes for you. oh, and fucking stop signs and traffic lights apply to you as well, you fucking peasant. and they're certainly not put there to save the paint on my car from being scratched and dented by your empty skull when i crash into you.
stay OFF the main car arteries into town, remember that you may be ever so within your rights, but 4000 lbs of steel defeats 300 lbs of lardbutt every day.

i do not need your brain on my windshield. that would, like, bum me out for a couple of days, and maybe even ruin my appetite for a while.


Wednesday, July 25, 2007

ack! ack! ack!

well, da big letter o'doom is sent. hoooooo boy, do i ever have the anxiety sired by uncertainty.

it's like i explained to my father, when he questioned why i have the ol' sweaty palm thang going on...it's the same sort of anxiety that i would have if i were to stumble onto someone who broke into my home and was threatening SWMBA. yeah, i'd definitely kill him with the fourth bullet and make the body disappear, but that doesn't mean i wouldn't still feel a little trepidation beforehand.

Ye Gads! i long for friday evening's martini something fierce!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


wow. spent most of the day yesterday composing yet another Letter of Doom. this one has me concerned. i wish i had the free time to do this for pleasure; writing, that is.

round 2 commences shortly.

Monday, July 23, 2007

i'm still laughing

there are giggle aftershocks remaining since the Eddie Izzard show on saturday night.

the bbq at Ffej's place yesterday was really fun too, surprisingly. i didn't expect to be comfortable in such a crowd, but the layout of his apartment kept a few of us on either balcony, rather than clumped together. Shannon and i kept the grill a-cookin' for the teeming masses. 'twas most entertaining.

well, off to the unpleasantness that will be my work day.

Friday, July 20, 2007

tic toc tic toc

raining pretty hard today. i've got a decent idea for tonight, if'n da wedder holds fer a while...

oh, and the decent idea carries over into tomorrow.

Thursday, July 19, 2007


bored bored bored.

i could use a challenge right about now.

oh, and i've got to bend my not-so-considerable brain power towards tomorrow night.

looking forward to it! should be quite amusing.

oh, and saturday night will definitely be filled with mirth.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

you damn dirty ape!

ayup, ffej. a drink at the club sounds so far beyond spectacular that it sucks all over again, and upon arriving at sucks, it ascends everything around it, rendering suck awesome and tipping the scales of perspective forever. chaos ensues, cats and dogs sleeping together, the dead walking the earth, which i think would cause the majority of folks (you and i are NOT majority, butch) to utter "This sucks!" and Lo, there was balance again.

all that from a harmless little martini.

harmless, you say? indeed, when encountered singly. but be most WARY, young imbiber, of stumbling onto the dreaded pack martini. oh, the danger.

little, you also say? may the ghost of sir winston churchill poop in your kharmic cereal for such obsenity! the only time "little" can be used to describe a martini is when referring to the effect it had on you as pertains to justifying to She Who Must Be Adored that you really really could, and therefore should, order another one.

i, kind readers, am a very very odd duck.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


i sound so cheery sometimes, don't i?

complain complain complain.

yeah, yeah. perspective. blah blah.

Monday, July 16, 2007

where is the reset button, ferchrissake!

again, i spent the majority of the night dreaming those ever so unfortunate dreams. how much longer is my subconscious going to rip the scabs off those debilitating old wounds.

it's been ten years, after all. ugh ugh ugh. last night was the icing on the cake on what i believe may be the worst week of my life thus far.

all this to begin my Anno Di Cristo...

i woke up with the most exquisite pit-of-my-stomache ache, without a doubt as a consequence of my nightly excursion into the forbidden.

meh. i should just keep on truckin', i guess...

i'll speak to the only person i trust here at the office in order to start figuring out how to fix the work-related garbage. i guess that's as good a place to start as any. after all, that's the issue that i have a shot at fixing anyway. my dreams proved that there's nothing to be done about the other crap anyway.

Friday, July 13, 2007

c'mon, man!

this is ridiculous. i managed to get through 3 hours at the office upon my return from europe before my capacity to cope was destroyed...

got my yearly happy birthday song from marcmarcmarc last night. that was awesome.

tonight is going to be a very pleassant and familiar excursion. y'know, the three of us for dinner, followed by the usual childish activities...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

that was nice

to receive singing birthday wishes from alan and Ffej, and a text from whom i assume is the cutest elf in all of california.



*longing sigh*

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

i am pleased

as a birthday present to meself, i've bought us 2 tickets to Eddie Izzard's show on saturday the 21st.

oh, happy day.

i intend to surprise her with this.


miss me?

nah, i didn't think so.

well, back we are, and busy i am.

incidentally, i'm 33 years old today. ugh.

well, i feel great and things are more or less going exactly according to plan, so far be it for me to complain about this one. it's just that i'm acutely aware of the fact that there is most definitely NOT ENOUGH TIME.