This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Thursday, June 30, 2005
I think it is pretty cool when Canada, and America share a long weekend. This is the fact this comming weekend, as it is canada day, and the July 4th weekend respectively.
Since i live very close to the border this means, that all the beaches that I frequent will be filled with Americans,the reasoning behind this is that: here in ontario, canada you only have to be 19 years of age, to buy and consume alcohol. Americans really dig this.
I dont personally have a problems with our cousins to the south. They do know how to have a great time, their accents may be a bit different, and yeah there president is an idiot. But you can not pigeon hole a whole nation for the actions of there elected official. Basically what i am getting at here is: if you see a bunch of americans at the beach this weekend, be nice. Try your hardest to not think about all the stereotypes that surrond them. They are guests in our great country, and we should be gracious hosts(Though i have never been treated nicely south of the border). This country is sometimes so Anti-American it makes me sick. People dont realize with out them, we would be pretty much nothing. Yeah we have tonnes of natural resources. But what good are they too us, if the states isnt buying them??
Same thing goes for most of the fruit we eat in the winter. It is raised on American owned farms in Mexico. All the cool stuff comes to the states first. Then we get it up here. That i do not enjoy. We should all get cool stuff and have one big party.
I think the states should become part of Cananda. Not the other way around. People would be really happy then. I know it.
Wow this post went semi politial. Grounds that have never been really broken on this blog before. I try to stay away from two things while writing. Religion and Politics. Those are also two things you should never talk about on a first date. I should write a book about first dates. How to handle yourself, with some "to do's" and "not to do's", diagrams, and charts. Man i really need a job to keep me busy.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
So after I spent a few hours taking pictures at the parade on Sunday, I decided to Goto this concert my friends were at.
Modest Mouse, Metric, and Broken Social Scene were there just to name a few, i was really stoned at the time but i am pretty sure AOH took the stage with Broken Social. Metric stole the show, as i was expecting. It was on Toronto Island, where I had never been before. Quite a cool venue, directly across from the CN Tower I took a few nice pics that day. But I need to crop them and fix them up to make em look pretty.
While being on the island, some questions were raised in my mind, these questions being about Wakestock. The ferry can only handle so many people per hour/per day. I can see this being a big problem for the up coming Wakestock event. Looking at the line up of people waiting to leave the island as I arrived really got me thinking as to a solution for this problem.
Though this "solution" is a work in progress I think some of my ideas may work.
But most of them (like building a raft for myself to get me and my camera equipment across) will not work, as I don't think that private boats will be able to dock at the island. My other idea involved a helicopter, 2 midgets and a goat. I think that was more of a fantasy then a idea to get myself over to the island.
Here are the logistics of the matter. There will be probably 100,000 people that want to watch the men's finals on Sunday of the event. The problem is that, the ferries can only transport about 35,000 a day. Im not sure if they over looked this problem in original planning, or if they already have it solved and I am totally out of the loop.
Pride was amazing, and I will be using pictures from that day and the concert for the next week or so. I am going to send some pics I took to the bands that were performing cause well, I kinda snuck into the media area and took some great shots.
My internet is going down, all the time, it goes up, then down then up then down. this is why my posts are few and far between. I swear it goes up and down more then pee wee hermans hand in a movie theater.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
apparently when I drink 15 shots of jager, and a tall glass of vodka I am not the ladies man I once believed myself to be. I tried talking to girls at the bar on Friday night, and well, it went a little something like this.
"(incoherent mumbo-jumbo)"
"what are you talking about you drunk?" she kindly replies
I then went on to compliment her shirt, then call her a stinky hippie...I think.
This is when she tossed her gum in the general direction of my face.
I put the ass in class, and let me tell you, that is how you strike out with class.
Last night was a bit of a different story, seeing as I didn't drink, and will probably never drink again after how I felt after Friday night. I went into Hamilton to a street party, where they apparently have Mardi Gras in June now. It was a beaded fiasco. Boobs, beeds, and beers were flying everywhere. It got to be a little to much for my friends and I so we went to a small dive bar off the strip, away from the beads that were being flinged like underwear at an orgy.
After we had, had our fill of the bar we all decided to further into the beast of the belly, and went to my friends house party which was conveniently in Hamilton also. It was a bunch of Italian dudes cooking lamb, while the girls waited gracefully in their lawn chairs. I was actually in heaven for about 14.5 minutes.
This past week has been Pride in Toronto. Gay pride that is. It is all ending today at the Pride Parade, this is a great means for entertainment while supporting a good cause. If you are in or around Toronto, I suggest you pop in and check it out.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Last night i went to the bar. The local bar, where all the locals go on a thursday night. There was this huge line. And for those of you who dont know me, i dont deal with lines too well. So i walked around back. Talked to the dude working the back door, and explained to him that it was absolutly urgent that i get inside, since my pregnant girlfriend(dont ask me???) was in there. Obviously it worked. I will now grace you with some pictures from a few months back, when i used to be good at photography.And since i love you all, and dont care about this myth called bandwidth, here is an awesome video you all should enjoy. So if i take the time to upload it, you all should take the time to watch it.
WATCH THIS
Thursday, June 23, 2005
that flick noise the switch of my camera makes when i turn it on, makes me feel good.A couple of me
i just used up all most all my pics. that makes me want to take more. Which i will do tomorow.
I posted this last night, but decieded this morning that i actually had something to say.
This blog is starting to die. Slowly yet surely, it is going, and will be gone soon.
I dont know if i will start another one, and keep it to myself. Or start another one and share it with the world again. It has been fun. I don t think this will be my last post. but it is forsure one of the last.
All of the people that have come here and commented, and sent me emails rule.
I never really knew much about this whole blog world. Then i all of a sudden had a blog. Strange eh? It has opened doors for me, i never could have immagined.
I like blogging. Yay bloggers.
But i feel like i have out grown this site. Like a snake out grows its skin. Over a period of a few weeks, you can start to tell when a snake is about to begin shedding its skin. it shows warning signs in its eyes. Take this as a warning sign. Im about to shed my skin.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Sometimes my life is so eventful, that it seems uneventful.
Usually while I sit here, I bang my head off my monitor, trying to think of something to write. But today I am just going to let it flow, from the front of my brain, right through my shoulders, down my arms, and through my fingers. Today, I feel like I am free.
The constant cloud of confusion, that has seemed to float around my head forever is now gone. I have a feeling of being. Almost a feeling of a human being. On the bad days I used to think I wasn't human, I'd think that I was an alien, or some sort of the second coming of Christ. I was an unhealthy, and unstable boy.
Though I don't believe in God, or Jesus for that matter. I still believed that I was him. Could it have been the years of religion class hammered into my head/heart, that made me feel like there was an actual God, and that just maybe, I was gods gift to the world. Talk about delusions of grandeur.
I had done too much acid as a young teen. I think that is where most of these thoughts had come from. I abused my mind, body, and soul to the point of delusion. It totally warped me and my latter teen years. I think it probably fucked with me until now, when I had this ultra realization that: "I aint shit". Which I am not, I am just a speck of dust on this lint trap we call life. But as insignificant as we seem, we all have the power to make a difference in this world, but the problem, is that none of us believe in ourselves enough to realize how much power we actually hold. I shutter when I think about what I could have accomplished if I had stayed away from drugs, and the lifestyle that they bring. I am so accustomed to getting what I want, when I want. I believe that I have spoiled myself rotten.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Montreal is a city that can take a lot out of you. You would be surprised at the amount of partying you can fit into 96 hours. Especially if you have problems sleeping like I do.
I got into the city at about 1 am, on Saturday morning. The had closed off most of the main streets as so people could party like maniacs. Montreal is so different from Toronto it is almost unreal. They would never close off King St. And let people just run from bar to bar, with beers in their hands. This is one of the reasons I like Montreal. The Lax police force makes me smile every time as I see them checking out the girls in the tiny skirts that are so short, you could mistake it for a belt.
Saturday night I went to a loft party, it was a release for the new Drum and bass/breaks website in Montreal.
Its storming outside right now, and i wish i had photoshop on this piece of shit computer. its killing me.
Jay Jorge is the man. He is the photoshop ninja.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Chapter 1
As most Saturdays' began John woke up on the couch, once again to
drunk the night before to make it to his bed. Looking out his living
room windows that glared out on the street he look down at his new
phone to see the time. John was so proud of his phone, state of the
art technology, a keyboard, video and picture capabilities and
internet access. However the effects were beginning to wear off.
Just as he was trying to read the time his phone rang abruptly.
"Kitty Home" showed up on the call display, John immediately turned
off the phone as he did not want to inflict anymore pain upon himself.
Bunny's real name was Lara Decarchier, but for some reason no one had
ever called her Lara it was always Bunny. She always called John when
she needed something; she was probably calling for a drink from the
local depeneur in order to combat her hangover from the night before.
Bunny's voice was just not something that you wanted to hear this
early in the morning.
John went to school in Montreal, called Concordia University. He had
chosen the school because of its location not because of the school
itself. He was originally from Toronto and had always wanted to come
to Montreal to study ever since his first visit in Grade school. But
for some reason this year was different, he did not have the same
excitement or enthusiasm for the city. What had gone wrong. The
first two years of his University experience had been so full of fun
and excitement, everything he love about the city last year, irritated
him this year. His once love for the French and their culture turned
to hatred from their lifestyle. Of course drinking helped, either to
drunk or too hung over to have any thoughts like this.
John had finally gotten up off the couch and stared out his windows.
John lived in a half basement apartment with his roommate Sammy. The
apartment was in the heart of the "Student Ghetto" for McGill
University, the Ivy League school in the city. The walls were falling
apart, the hot water was always questionable and Hydro Quebec had just
sent a $900 bill in the mail. Maybe it was time to start wearing
jackets inside instead of cranking up the heat, during the cold months
of January and February. The two large windows were the best and
worst feature that the apartment had to offer. The two large windows
that were located on the street level allowed for the tenants to live
in a fish bowl apartment where everyone walking by can see everything
that is happening. The boys were quite fond of this as, weather
permitting they could leave the windows open and was a great way for
them to meet females on the street. They would simply walk through
the windows and introduce themselves. However come winter time and
these once great windows full of life and lays became wind tunnels
from the cold streets of Montreal directly into the apartment. This
might also explain the rather obscene hydro bill.
John walked in to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He seemed
particularly pale today making his brown hair and eyes look even
darker. He splashed water over his face and brushed his teeth trying
to alleviate the taste of alcohol from his mouth. As he brushed, for
the first time that morning John attempted to remember what he did
last night, a task that was proving to be quite difficult. He
remembered "pre-drinking" in the apartment before the big night on the
town. The Lodge followed after that a shitty bar located on St.
Laurent, in the heart of the city. Bunny worked there and John
usually got pretty dam hammered anytime he would go. However after
that John could only remember images as if someone had taken pictures
of his night and planted them in his mind. That was usually the sign
that he had drank far too much...then suddenly out of nowhere he had
remembered meeting someone last night. Had a great conversation with
a very attractive girl at, well that wasn't coming back right now.
John spit out the toothpaste from his mouth and ran to turn his phone
back on. He proceeded to scroll down the list of names looking for
any new name that could possibly be a new number. A,B,C,……M,N,O they
were all the same old names John was beginning to wonder if this
encounter had actually taken place. And then out of the blue
"Rebbeckaa" the spelling was so off that John could have only typed it
in when he was in last night's state of drunkenness. Rebecca, maybe
this is John's new love the one that will turn this year around for
him, the one that can get him back on track, he can stop drinking so
much, maybe join the gym, maybe even take part in some social clubs at
his school. For the first time in as long as he could remember John
felt something, he didn't exactly know what that something was but it
was there. BUT DID HE EVER FEEL HUNG.
Friday, June 10, 2005
It seems that when ever i plan to go away i get sick. As soon as i make plans to leave, i can feel the sickness comming on. Its totally unfair. I just want to go away, have fun, and not be sick. I will probably make it through the weekend without getting totally sick, but come monday/tuesday, i am going to be totally effed up.I never ever get sick, and when i do. Its bad news.
I am taking one of those "i need a vacation" vacations.
at the risk of sounding repetitive i need to take this vacation. Need some R and R you know what i mean. Ill prolly find a computer to upload some pics from.
Not going far.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
He quickly starts pushing through people to get to the escalator. He cant see them yet, but he knows they are chasing him. "you have at least a 2 min head start" he thinks to himself as he reaches the top of the escalator. He untactfully pushed his way through the crowd, towards the door. "home free" he thinks to himself, as he can finally taste the non-recycled, cold, crisp winter air. He looks back to see his friend right behind him, worried and now, almost running.
They begin to cut through the parking lot, towards the rented truck.
"fuck that was close" he says to his friend, while looking over his shoulder. "we could have been up shit creek, with no paddle, and no boat" As those syllables leave his lips, he notices something, some thing disturbing. He begins to walk a bit faster, and a bit further away from his friend.
"walk past the truck" he whispers to his friend "we don't need them finding that"
Now the security is running right for them. He then turns and begins to walk right towards them, with a James Dean esque coolness running through him. As he passes his friend, he motions to him, to run.
His friend begins to run, the security begins to chase.
The guards are headed right for him. "play cool, play super cool, like James dean, but cooler" he thinks to himself. The security is heading right for him, only a few meters away. At this point he has two choices: he can hope his playing cool will work, or he can start running. The ever aging battle of 'fight vs flight'. A million things are running through his thoughts, the synapses in his brain are firing off like fire works on the 4th of July. He reaches for a smoke inside his jacket, as the security rushes by him, chasing after his friend.
He wipes his brow, and looks over his shoulder, as he watches them chase him.
"I gotta get the fuck out of here" he mumbles to himself.
He walks back into the mall, turns his jacket inside out, and carries it under his arm. He slowly starts walking to the cab stand. Trying not to attract attention to
himself.
He can picture the aerial shot of the parking lot. He thinks of it like a video game. "avoid all security, and get your ass to a cab" He is just a few feet away from his safety, his cab driver being his knight in shining armor.
The sound of the mall door opening will haunt him forever, because immediately following that noise out the door, was a rather, big, flustered, and angry security guard.
"I was so close" he thinks to himself as the security is walking towards him, looking him up and down. He stands his ground, he wont run, when he has come this far. Just as he is thinking this, the security guard, bumps shoulders with him, and apologizes. He gets into the cab. and tells the driver to step on it.
Another narrow escape.
Another day to try again.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Today i woke up as a super grump-asaurus. I felt like the Hulk on the way to the varaity store. I then got my first cig of the day, and i shrunk down, Hulk to Dr. Banner styles. Most people dont trust me, which is understandable. i dont trust anyone, so i dont take any offence to people not trusting me. To be honest with you, most people have no reason not to trust me. Trust is a very fucked up thing.when ever someone says "trust me" never trust them. That should be the golden rule, instead of this "treat others how you would like to be treated" stupid J.C. bullshit.
I once trusted people, before i had my brain/heart ripped out and re-programed to be smart. Im not cold, or mean to people because i dont trust them. I just try my best to not let them too close. Like a wall. a wall that mongolians couldnt fuck with.
written yesterday morning.
and i left my camera somewhere.
i should find it.
Monday, June 06, 2005
"I'm Lonely(but I aint that lonely yet)"So this past weekend was the long awaited release of Muskoka Militia's Vol III.
The Militia Maidens were there in full force(except for one, that now is in Montreal), handing out stickers, helping people fill out raffle tickets, and selling DVD's . What a dedicated group of women.
Im sure their website will be up soon, so any of you prospective clients can hire them at will.
The minibike(pictured above), and some other prizes were handed out through out the night. A bunch of sponsors and others showed up to advertise their products.
I will have to watch the DVD again, before I give a full review. Once I get my copy, I will but a scene on here so everyone can watch.
The past week of my life, has been filled with
I forgot to bring my camera to the DVD release, and totally blew it, cause I don't think anyone took any pictures of the event. IDIOT.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Some Dizzee, for ya'lleveryone watch this video please
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