Archive for May, 2008

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shredz64

May 30, 2008

oh my god! this may be the best thing ever! i am in love with this huge huge dork!

that is right… GUITAR HERO MEETS COMMODORE 64. well, i guess to me, anything meeting commodore 64 is GOLDEN!

i wish i was smart like this!

*a small portion of my giddiness may be attributed to a work friend picking me up a caffe latte from starbucks… i was so grumpy today i had to break my no coffee rule!

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home sweet trashhole.

May 29, 2008

so… i was GOING to go to yoga today, finally, but then keith offered the option of chinese buffet. regretfully, i chose the buffet. we did vow to never go there again anyway, due to the fact that there was nowhere to look that wasn’t depressing. it reminded me of america [or what i presume america to be having barely been there.] plus be going to a buffet is a pretty big joke because thankfully i get full in about two minutes. actually, being ‘out and about’ in langford today reminded me why i had such negative associations with it from when i lived out here in grade 10. i may have committed suicide if i had to spend grades 11 and 12 here! even as we were in the elevator back to our condo keith said ‘i just want to get out of langford and into our house!’ haha. it serves it’s purpose anyway, and generally when i go out i am pleasantly surprised at the general friendly, non-trash i come across.

in any case, i HAVE TO go to yoga on saturday. tomorrow night i have to go to my mom’s for dinner and sunday i will hopefully be hung over for the first time in quite a while, after brittani’s boyfriend’s birthday. i hate how i am starting to feel like ‘i am so fat, wah wah’ when i have been feeling generally good about myself in recent memory. i blame it on beginning to be aware of my body, as well as seeing all the perfect naked yoga ladies in the change room! in any case, it is really unfortunate, because i seem to be fairly unable to maintain good habits. i will keep trying though! even though i don’t actually control very well what i put into my body, i do think about it, which is strange in the sense that i never did at all before a year or two ago, and now i really think about it.

here are some old pictures [i just unpacked the cord.]

brother

at ferris’…s…s… goddamnit, that is one of those easy grammatical things i will always forget how to do properly and feel like an idiot for. anyway, that soup was amazing, except for it being entirely cilantro-ridden… i hate cilantro so very much. but it has these rice dumplings that were so effing good. that’s right, so good i have to be vulgar and say effing. also i love the mayo sampler you can order with the fries, three different mayos, the thai peanut one is good.

i had to capture the awesomeness of this at the metchosin farmer’s market… because i am mean.

yes, only go out on the strongest note.

the height of entertainment in the…. when is this from? 19th century?

buck 65… before the show started, just before my camera ran out of batteries! so sad.

oh, and in a good note:

Touring musician Buck 65 was ecstatic when he learned yesterday that nearly 100 hours of video footage stolen from his May 8 concert at Alix Goolden Performance Hall has been recovered.

[His manager] said she had almost given up hope the mini-DV tapes would ever be found. Then someone called the office to let her know someone had posted an ad on a Victoria buy-and-sell website for the missing footage.

That someone turned out to be post office employee Steven Sanders, who found a manila envelope filled with the concert footage beside a mailbox on the side of the highway in Colwood. Across the envelope was written “Missing Buck 65 Footage.”

Not knowing who Buck 65 was, Sanders placed the ad with his e-mail address. He also made posters with his son, which he was going to put up around the neighbourhood. Before he had a chance, Sanders got an e-mail from Buck 65’s friends.

“He e-mailed back: ‘Tell me what’s in the envelope and it’s yours,'” Persley said. She then sent him a photo of tapes similar to the stolen ones.

“When the footage was stolen, it was a huge blow against a big effort,” said Persley. “It was big money-wise. There were props, sets, lighting visual effects to create a great show so we could shoot this DVD. It was absolutely irreplaceable and invaluable.”

source: tc

i swear, they must have spent at least like… $350 dollars on that equipment. :P

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people getting punched in the face in slow motion.

May 29, 2008
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ah, guilt, my old friend.

May 28, 2008

i am feeling horribly guilty this week. i just haven’t had the motivation to go to yoga. it is not even as if there is anything i would rather be doing at home. i just haven’t had any energy as of yet… or i am telling myself i don’t have the energy. last night i went to bed at 9.30 with a bad headache and had nightmares. i blame this all on cutting out coffee this week as well. not really but it’s nice to have an excuse other than sheer laziness.

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kalimah

May 26, 2008

upon bitching about the most likely cg-riddled new indiana jones, randy sent me this genuine display.

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May 26, 2008

today is the day i stop eating garbage, so to celebrate last night i ate some extra chocolate cake. also i now know how to park in a parking stall and do a three point turn. more on driving developments later!

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why get my hopes up?

May 25, 2008

let us be lovers well marry our fortunes together
i’ve got some real estate here in my bag
so we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
and we walked off to look for america
cathy, I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh
michigan seems like a dream to me now
it took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw
Ii’ve gone to look for america

laughing on the bus
playing games with the faces
she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
i said be careful his bowtie is really a camera

toss me a cigarette, i think theres one in my raincoat
we smoked the last one an hour ago
so i looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
and the moon rose over an open field

cathy, i’m lost, i said, though i knew she was sleeping
i’m empty and aching and i don’t know why
counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
they’ve all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america

what did i say?