Jun 29, 2005

Camping Trip 2005 ( Part One...)

I'm so freaking excited. One more night shift and an afternoon of cleaning and packing to go, and I'm out of The City. Gonna get the motor running, head out on the highway, and go looking for adventure. And if the rain lets up by tomorrow morning, I may not even be in uncontrollable tears of hatred for Mother Nature when I leave. I'm 45% positive she'll let me have a nice and sunny Canada Day weekend. I fucking deserve it, yes I do.

I absolutely adore camping. Staying up all night, drinking, singing, talking and going for drunken walks in the bush is my kind of fun. You know you are only gonna get 2 hours of sleep a night, because by 7am your tent is as hot as the depths of Hell, but it's all good and fine, because leftover hotdogs and breakfast beers await you when you crawl out of that oven on your hands and knees.

The smell of the campfire on my clothes and the bug spray on my skin makes me feel closer to nature somehow, and for just a few days a year, nothing about the way I look bothers me. My hair is messy and knotted under my drinking hat, I wear my bathing suit with confidence all day long, and wear mismatched clothes at night or whatever is necessary to keep the soul sucking mosquitos off of me. I chop wood and light fires and don't care if the boys think I'm doing it wrong. I brush my teeth and wash my face like a pioneer, with the help of a wash basin or a lonely blue water tap on the side of the road. I eat more meat in one weekend of camping than I do all year, and my body hates me by the end of it, but I know my digestive system will recover.

This is the first year, in all my years of going camping, with pretty much the same group of people, that I actually feel prepared. We have food, not just booze. We have a tarp and towels, and I found the rain cover for my tent. We have utensils and plates and bowls, so we won't have to eat like cavemen. We have many different fire accessories, so if the wood is wet, we can still make fire. We will even have more than one axe, instead of just a tiny hatchet, a butter knife and our fingernails to make kindling. for the first time in my life, I have a sleeping bag, so I won't have to ruin my bedding and pillows from home. Just like the Scouts, we are prepared. Finally. Only took about 10 years to get our shit together, but hey, at least we got it all figured out eventually. Trial and error people, trial and error.

It's going to be an amazingly good time.

Jun 28, 2005

News of the Day, and New Music

Dear readers,

While the United States is desperatly trying to stop it, Canada legalized it in the House of Commons moments ago. No, I don't mean the smoking of marijuana. Gays and lesbians can now legally get married in this fair country of ours. Divorce lawyers will now be busier than ever before, thanks to equal human rights for all!!!

I have been trying to find new (to me) music to listen to lately, and I think I may have stumbled upon a good one. Although some are getting sick of the "High School" video, I enjoy the song, and am starting to get quite fanatical about Jeremy Fisher.

Sometimes you can find really cool music here in the Independent Music Directory.

I seriously can't listen to the lies and the impecably bad grammar coming from this man's mouth anymore. Please, Mr. Bush. Pull your head out of your ass.
If you missed it, here is Big Bad Bushy's Iraq Speech. It's mostly revolting, recycled bits and pieces of other speeches he's made on the subject, but considering the state of Iraq as of today, it's almost comical. In a sick and twisted kind of way.

People tend to forget about Rwanda.

People are now much more interested in the Zapatista's and their mysterious leader.

Well, guess that's all the news that caught my attention today. Stay tuned for a more personal entry ASAP.

Love as always,


Jun 22, 2005

Perfection, relaxation and the beginning of summer

Even though a good chunk of the people in my little world have had a craptastic day, for whatever their reasons, myself, I have had the best day off ever. It has been forever and a day since I have had a true day off. One with no obligations, meetings, appointments, favors, errands or personal chaos to contend with.

Yesterday afternoon, after I awoke from my night shift nap, the great almighty Cookeroo came to retreive GQ and I and we all headed to The Pub patio to guzzle some beer and clam and sweat all the toxins and any other liquid out of our bodies as we chit-chatted with other regulars and bitched about work. It was all wonderful, but was made even more fantastic, by the surprising sighting of my good friend Graham, who has been a tad elusive and hard to find the last few years. We hugged, he joined us for a conversation of catch-up and B-Rock came to join us as well. A perfect patio afternoon. Day turned into night,( but the sun was still out; Hallelujah! Summer Solstice!), and I was drunk and hungry and badgered B-Rock into leaving with me to find some food. After a few blocks of me trying to keep up to him on his bike, we decided on a quiet, eerily friendly Chinese restaurant just a few blocks from my house, where we delved into our dishes, drank water with gusto, and admired the cheesy art on the walls. I still cannot belive I had never been there before. I plan on making it my regular hangout. Just me and a book, in a tiny Chinese restaurant, eating out of a bamboo basket. Divine.

Anyways, that brings me to today. I awoke from a 12 hour sleep, bright and early even, and quickly came to the realization that I had NOTHING to do today. I couldn't believe it. "I must be forgetting to do something", I thought to myself. And then said "Fuck it", and proceeded to make some tea, listen to GQ and retire to the sunny side of the house with cigarettes, Spitz and The Da Vinci Code. And that is how I spent my day, with a speckle of Law & Order and Scrabble thrown in. Marvelous.

This evening, I called B-Rock, and we went for a bike ride around the beautifully renovated lake in the middle of the city, which is another activity I'd like to add to my daily life, along with hanging in my Chinese restaurant, as I quite enjoyed it. Except for all the stairs B-Rock took me up and over, I'm just not cut out for stairs, when I'm on my wheels that is. Otherwise, I really have no problem with stairs.

And that's that. The perfect day off. Now I am home, I am going to chill for a while, and head out for a walk to the Pub, to see who's there. Tomorrow is going to be perfectly planned chaos according to my day planner, so I'm milking this day and all it holds for all it's worth.

Jun 15, 2005

That's the Way She Goes, Folks.

Well, well. Surprise, surprise. Micheal Jackson was aquitted. From the beginning of this carnival, I stood by my opinion, when it came up in drunken conversations, that I wasn't sure if he ever molested anyone, but I was aware of the freak that is the big MJ. I thought, just maybe, since he was robbed of a childhood, that he actually believes that he is this Peter Pan character that he portrays himself to be, and maybe on a deeper level, even thinks that he is a little boy, and not the boy who wouldn't grow up; which would half-ass explain his fascination with the little ones. But I cannot believe that he was innocent on all counts. Sets a nice precident doesn't it? A 46 year old man, who sleeps in a bed surrounded by young children, and shows them pornography and gives them wine, can be aquitted because one of the kids happens to be unlucky enough to come from a family full of liars and frauds. Who knows, maybe he is innocent, but it will be interesting in years to come, in other molestation cases that go before the courts, to see defense attourneys use the case of Micheal Jackson vs. Young Cancer Patient, to get other 46 year old perverts and man-children aquitted of their crimes. Oh well, even though MJ and Carla Homolka have been allowed to run wild and free, at least the welfare moms who write bad checks and those evil pot-smokers are still locked up, just the way it should be. Fuck our justice systems.