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30.11.06

ive been talking with grace about the Liberal leadership and who we think should win. we both agree. good. also, someone on their facebook wrote a note saying that the Harper government has provded Canada with an honest and accountable government.
lalalalala let's bust out all the reasons why this statement is shot to pieces:

ethics complaints here and here

failing to include all government officials in the Anti Corruption C-25 Bill

break accountability promises

unethical relationships with corporate lobbyists

broken election promises also reported here

closing support centers for women

illegal fundraising accusations

creating useless environmental legislation and refusal to cooperate with international environment treaties

failing to provide an apology to Maher Arar

confusing what a nation is

and all this with a minority. aren't these just the best examples of accountability and honesty you've ever seen? and don't you worry, if there's ever a Harper majority, you'll see plenty more of these wonderful little benefits he's given us!

more like spaghetTINY

29.11.06

post numero 600. im listening to a lot of John Frusciante because quite frankly he is amazing. his solo stuff is way different that his RHCP stuff but im going to go ahead and say this is a very good thing.

so tomorrow im done my last undergrad classes ever. made it through the long haul. let's reflect shall. we? no, fuck you you're sticking around for this so sit your ass back down and get your hand off the fucking mouse.

actually all i can really think about my entire university career lately is that i was "that guy behind the counter at the campus café" in ottawa. it's weird how you think about this kind of thing and you end up focusing on one of the most stereotypical images of a student you could think of. it's the "ive got no money so im selling baked goods at the café but its not really that bad" image. the funny thing is that i never really thought of it that way til recently.

i can spend a lot of time reflecting on my first two years because they were so influencial but seem really far away now. it's like, hey self, remember in first year when you thought it was cool that you could stay up til 4am making macaroni? or do laundry at 2am? or bubble wrap the whole lounge? or throw all your left over food in the hole in the wall at the end of the year?

or the crowd favourite: getting absolutely blitzed second year and ending up getting a ride home in a firetruck because the firefighters didnt want the cops to drag my sorry ass into the drunk tank.

i think maybe i think about my first two years a lot because they were key in breaking my out of whatever mould i was in before. and now that im pretty well done im far away from that initial group of people. ive always clung to the fact that i was a Page. some might say a little too much but whatever. if it werent fot that i wouldnt have the friends i have now. but then i can think about how after i moved to vancouver the same type of thing happened. yeah i dunno.

people keep asking me if im going to my convocation. it's in june. thats in six months. who the fuck knows what i'll be doing in six months? why dont you ask me in five and a half and we'll see where things are at.

you know what else is dumb? when you start university people ask "what do you want to do after you're done?" and you give some bullshit answer because really, between then and the next four or five years the likelyhood of you sticking to that is rather slim or you say "i dont really know". and now that im at the end of it people are still asking me. and i still give the same bullshit answers. only now i have the added advantage of saying "well i hope to get into any number of grad schools and then we'll see what happens after."

i dunno. like, theres not really any great sense of closure yet. cause now i have to run around asking profs for reference letters and ordering transcripts and spending like $400 just on applications and all i really want right now is to move into my new place, score a job that will let me buy a new guitar sometime in the next three months. ive pretty much got enough money saved up that pays for grad school already. i didnt really know i had it, but i guess i do. apparently thats what investment advisors are for.

it's snowing again. last night at subeez our prof was talking to jeremy and ben and i and he got around to asking what our gpas were cause he wants to encourage us. so i tell him and hes like "good you can go to grad school then." which kind of made my brain sigh in relief cause having the director of the school tell you that is you know...a relief.

i lost my train of thought and now im just singing along to some Frusciante.

The busiest days there's really nothing to do




so im 33.3333% repeating done my last week ever of undergrad. after class today our prof took us to subeez for beer and food. we all signed a card and gave it to him. he seemed super greatful and said that no other class had ever given him a card before ever. weird considering he's the director of the school of communication.
we had really fucked up bouncing type conversations that went from hyper consumerism to how do you ask a person what kind of birth defect they have. yes yes, we're horrible people, we told that to ourselves anyway. and our prof's wife came and we didnt know it was his wife so our table had a poll whether she was wife or girlfriend and it was equally split. this has absolutely no relevance to your life whatsoever. hah! we also tried to figure out if russel peters could step over the line at any point, and if so where that line would be. and we failed to figure it out. i could go for some peanut M&Ms but the closest vending machine is behind locked doors in building D and i dont want to go all the way up to McCow...this weekend i am moving a lot of stuff into my new place.
my mom went home today after staying at the hospital with my grandpa. docs told her that anytime between now and two weeks from now is probly the end of the road. so yeah. im waiting with some trepidation for that call. my mom is also coming out to vancouver for a few days this weekend. helloooooo house warming alcohol.

horizontal scroll bar? what?

28.11.06

A right proper discussion about pirates:

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
So are you as addicted to Facebook as I am?

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
not really
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
i dont have to be if im a pirate

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
No, only landlubbers are addicted to websites
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
hahaha.....lubbers

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
my ship is totally going to have wireless

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
pfft, then there's no need for wenches
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
hellooooo........internet porn
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
god you're a dumb pirate!

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
nono, think about it
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
we could pre order wenches for the next port of entry

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
duh, that's what smoke signals are for
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
totally effective form of communication

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
no, that would just make the indians try to trade beads with us
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
lucky for you indians can't swim

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
no but they can canoe like motherfuckers

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
god, you're right.
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Alright alright...........you can have wireless internet
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
but no more luxuries

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
ok

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
like..............clean drinking water
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
or toilet paper

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
pff
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
thats why you shit off the bow
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
shit off the bow, piss off the stern
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
and you do it like that because when the ship breaks through a wave it washes your ass off

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
please do not use the ocean as a bidet
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
that's so weird...

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
helloooooooooo PIRATE??
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
since when do we care?

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
The raping and pillaging..........sure.
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
but pooing off a boat
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
seems so...............beneath the pirate way of life

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
and where would you expect a pirate to poop?

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
in his hand...and then throw it at someone

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
we're not monkeys, we only have them as pets

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Oh why? Because they're BLACK?

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
no because theyre monkeys and we can dress them up
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
like ninjas

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
or teletubbies!

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
...or that....i guess....
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
weirdo

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
hahahahaha
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
i bet you think it'd be pretty cool to see a monkey dressed as a teletubbie

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
no id think it would be freaky as hell

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
especially on a ship that's full of dudes that are probably on opium

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
touché
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
do you think pirates go commando?

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
No
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I suspect they wear women's panties
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I mean, they wear eyeliner...................so you've gotta kind of wonder how deep that androgyny goes

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
thats more emo
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
fuck
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
now im not sure if i want to be a pirate if i have to put up with emo people in the middle of the ocean

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
they won't be emo
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
vicious rapists, yes
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
emo, no
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
although you should probably learn some sea shanty's and jigs

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
oh those i gots

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
and vertical striped pants
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I think that's sort of part of the uniform
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
But wait.........you have two legs!

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
the captain always has two legs
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Oh you're a captain now
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
that's awfully presumptous

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
yes]
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
it is
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
and a correct one i might add

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
have you interviewed anyone for the first mate position
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
it's highly coveted

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
nar

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
well get on it!

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
you know id offer it to you but since youre being so demanding

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Dude, a first mate has to be demanding. What if there's a mutiny on the ship and the Captain is killed?
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
First mate has to take over

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
true
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
ive got it!
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
best first mate ever
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
Jonathan Frakes

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Jonathan Frakes/

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
yes
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
you DO know who he is right?

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I'm being booted down the pirate totem pole for JONATHAN FRAKES?

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
HE WAS WILLIAM GODDAMN RIKER
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
no one will EVER top Riker

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Oh, there's going to be a mutiny
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
MUTINY!

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
pff no way

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
oh we'll see about that
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I'll just start my own pirate ship
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
And we'll have nicer outfits, and waaay better beer

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
hah
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
yeah right
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
from ontario

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
No, we'll ship it from Germany

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
what kind of pitare ships beer?

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
pfft, what are you offering your men? Moonshine? LAAAAME

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
Glemorangie

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
uhhh....an entrepeneur pirate
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
I think I want some type of stirfry for lunch
...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
mmkay?

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
yar
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
frsh squiddies

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
i like squid

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
yar, i choosed the right choice then

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
it was so much sexier when Johnny Depp was a pirate

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
why doncha just go join HIS crew if you think hes so great

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Because I hate Orlando Bloom with the fire of a thousand suns

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
you could kill him and say it was an accident

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
yeah, but I'm pretty sure him and Johnny Depp are like.....dating....

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
ew

...love hurts sometimes when you do it right... says:
Oh..."ew" says the guy that's going to be aboard a ship with dudes for a few months at a time

•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
hey you never said you werent going to the the only girl on your ship
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
so
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
ew like
•Þa±z• - she nexted the mexican? isnt she mexican? says:
sloppy 10ths


In other news, Residence Administration is sending out emails giving false hope to everyone:

CONDOMS! CONDOMS! CONDOMS!
The Condom Club! On Tuesday November 28th from 6:30ish-8:30pm, SHAG (the Sexual Health Awareness Group) will be in the Rez dining hall! Existing members, pick up your condom packages before the holidays! Interested in joining? For just $10, you can receive 40 condoms, 20 lubes, a condom pal, and take away loads of sexual health information each semester! Stop by on Tuesday, or email shag@sfu.ca for more info!
Also, tonight marks the first game the Oilers will play on home ice against fuck nut Chris Pronger the traitor. sadly i will be in my last Applied Comm classafter which our prof is taking us out for drinks and the likelyhood of seeing an Oilers game on any tv at the bar is bad cause the fucking Cansucks are playing columbus. seriously, who wants to watch a shit game like that when you could watch the biggest show of angry fans until playoffs start? perhaps during my final presentation in class tonight i will kindly remind the class of this.

*coughcough*prongereatsgoatass*coughcough*

27.11.06





im at everetts because we still have no internet in rez. it is annoying. if i had a lap top with wireless i could go to the AQ and sit there but i dont.
we might order pizza.
um.
i kicked a big icicle on a chain outside our front door this morning. it didnt shatter as i thought it would. instead, it hurt my foot and broke the chain off whatever it was attached to on the ground so now we have a free swinging chain of ice at our front door. awesome.

more like winter annoying as hell land

26.11.06

i am in the library right now. why am i in the library when i have a perfectly good computer of my own in my room, all turned on and ready to go? because. snow.
you see, the wonderous invention we call reznet likes to cease all functioning when it snows up here. and seeing as how there is a lot of it...i dont expect to get any internet back anytime soon.
so im in the library on my way to everett's to give him a bag of all dressed chips ive owed him for like a month or more and to watch clockwork orange.
also, i had to get to me email so i could email things over email to people who needed to be emailed.
i will get pictures up at some point i swear.
i totally busted out the whole nine yards just for this trek to deliver chips. im talking toque, scarf, coat, and hiking boots. i thought i had gloves, but apparently i was wrong. or i took them home and convienently forgot them there telling myself what use could they possibly be in Vancouver where we dont get snow like in the prairies. what use indeed.
i also phoned translink this morning to see if the busses were running cause last night i guess they stopped coming up here, so this morning wheni phoned they said no the busses are not making it up to the top and lo and behold i walk to the library and what do i see is two large busses making it up the nice freshly plowed road. fuck you translink, im missing a leather couch and apple crips right now because of you.
anyway.
im going to finish my trek now. hopefully i will not slip and get soaked. thats for later with caf trays.

wikkity wah wikkity wikkity wah

25.11.06

there is snow up here. and when i say there is snow up here, i mean there is a lot of snow up here. and when i say theres a lot of snow up here i mean theres anywhere from two to five inches of snow on the ground depending on where you step. its deep enough so that when you step in the higher piles you immediately regret it because it gets in your shoe. i went up to the dining hall to get a snack. its cold out. and for some reason, there are an oddly large number of asian people out in groups of threes, two girls on one guy, and the girls are all face washing the guys like some reverse bukkake movie. really. must be a cultural thing...
i have yet to see or hear any little mexican run outside yelling "ees snoweeng! ees a meeracle!!"
i also have yet to hear any of the exchange students from ehtiopia run outside and yell "click click click white stuff click click sky!!" and then scramble to find a warm building.
hey come on. if russel peters can do it, i can do it.

he gave santa a ransom note?

im bored and i cant think of anything to do.

please someone give me an idea.
it's funny how you go to bed buzzed and all pissed off, but youre not sure about what, and then you wake up in the morning and everything just seems out of context.

the blooger in new brunswick who was arrested at a protest last year for no good reason was aquitted today of any charges. good. far be it for me to cast judgement on our police officers, but simply arresting someone because they look "scruffy" should be grounds for dismissal, or if not dismissal then an unpaid leave of absence.

For some reason I feel like going on a semi intelligently based rant. im not providing any supporting documentation though, this is based simply off personal opinion as a Communication student facing the lat week of his undergrad down.

in my opinion digital technologies are blurring the lines of what can be thought of as professionalism in any field dealing with the media. Can you really tell the difference between a professional photographer and someone with a nice nikon who goes and takes pictures on weekends for a hobby? I doubt that 99% of people could. Professional photography is as artful as amateur photography.
This lies along the same vein as journalists. Many classes i've taken point to a larger number of people growing to distrust what they read in the newspaper or see on tv and turning to blogs and the internet for better information. obviously most bloggers arent professional journalists. Charles LeBlanc is not a professional journalist. he is a guy with a camera who takes pictures and writes about what he sees going on, yet the RCMP saw fit to use his blog as a source for information. most certainly blogs are skewing the reality of what it means to be a professional journalist. even major news hubs have turned to blogging to provide content because of the onrush of people trusting blog content more than television content.
Albeit, the majority of blogs and digital technology provides information for alternative media sources, but who's to say that these people dont do as good a job or better than those with the professional accreditation? Were i to think of an example it would be a few years ago when the teachers in Alberta went on strike. I went with my mom to one of the rallies at the Legislature and took my camera along. at the time I was using an old Canon AE-1, so it looked like I worked for a newspaper. it was interesting to see the kind of reaction I was given simply by holding a piece of machinery that could capture images. people were ushering me to the front of the crowd to get the best possible shots of the strike leaders speaking. I wonder if they're reactions would have been different if theyd known I was just a student there to take pictures for fun?
After the speaking was over I just sort of wandered around, yet more of the same greeted me. People see a way for them to be recognized and they jump for it. Of course what greeted everyone in the newspaper the next day was pittance compared to what I had taken pictures of. of course at the time I had no idea what blogs were, nor was i aware of any electronice media whereI could put these pictures up for public scrutiny.
fast forward to now. I have a blog. if the same kind of thing happened today, woudl my journalistic entreaties be treated as a worthy source of information? I should think so. I dont say this in any egotistical way, but i sincerely believe that any profession that deals with electronic media is going to suffer an identity crisis in the near future. anyone with a camera can be a photographer now, anyone with a blog a journalist, anyone with a decent set of speakers and garage band can make a professional sounding cd. digital professional is fracturing the current technological atmosphere into millions of little pieces, all comprised of normal people who have taken an interest in something and arent afraid to share it.

there. theres my morning rant.
crayons taste like purple.

its too early to be intelligent

tonights final episode of band of brothers, number 9, served two cruel purposes.
1. remind me that my family is now with my grandfather on his deathbed.
2. grade 12, playing cards in the common room, Kelly grabill and his ignorant fuckhead mouthing off and me jumping over the table to kick this shit out of him and i wish that lady had never come out of the office to stop me so i could have beaten him into unconsciousness or near death.

24.11.06

ive taken to watching James Bond movies in my spare time. right now im watching From Russia With Love. a lot of people think this is the best bond film, but i have to disagree and cast my vote for thunderball.
opinions? best bond film?

it totally snowed here this morning and it was awesome. i felt like i was at the north pole on it wasnt that cold and not on a polar ice cap that was melting and causing sea levels to rise.
i also bought a bunch of granville island winter ale but i cant drink it yet cause i have to wait til Band of Brothers is on.

my camera is going through its death throes. so i went and looked at a lumix today. its way smaller than i thought it was, and when i can afford the 500$ price i'll probly end up getting one. i wouldnt mind a nikon d70 but the lumix is way more practical.

here take this, it's only tear gas

so i made instant mashed potatos from a box. not the cheap kind neither. no sir. Idahoan. fuckin idaho spuds all the way. PEI potatos aint got SHIT on idaho spuds. not only are the real potatos better, but in idaho you can get idaho spuds the CANDY version and i shit you not they are one of the greatest fucking inventions in the history of candy thats named after potatos. when my family used to go camping during the summer and we were in idaho we'd get them.
actually, it's kind of funny how we found out about them. i think we were on our way to Billings, Montana and there was mucho road construction and there was this one part of the highway where traffic was stopped for like an hour and we were stopped behind this little camper from idaho. and you know the funny thing is that no one on the highway who was stopped really seemed annoyed. anyway. so the dad driving the camper was this fat dude with a beard and btw i think i was like 10 and my sister was 9, and he had two sons about our age and so our parents were talking and then hes like "do you guys want a spud?" and we're all "a potato?" and hes all "no no, an idaho spud!" and we're thinking "arent those potatos....?" and he goes in the back of the camper and comes out with these two things in wrappers and gives us each one and we were like "A STRANGER WITH CANDY AWESOME!" ok we didnt reeeeally think that but whatever.
they were the most delightful potato looking candy i had ever seen or ever had the possibility to imagine. they were also the most delightful candy ever. repetitious, i know, but i have to drive this home about how fucking good they are.
so anyway, idaho spuds. get them in idaho. makes sense. never ever saw them anywhere else except for idaho. so then we didnt go to idaho so much and my intake of them dwindled and eventually i sort of forgot about them.
so then when i moved to ottawa and discovered the sheer sugar bliss that is sugar mountain naturally i had to go explore the wonderous innards of a store that only ellicited mental images of piles and piles of sweet sweet pixi stix sugar. lalala look at all the bulk candy lalala look at the neat figurines lalala look at the candy bar right here thats right next to that wrapp- OH MY GOD YES! who'd have figured on finding a long lost childhood candy far the fuck away from Coeur d'Allen? so every time i went in there i would make sure to purchase at least an hour's supply which was usually three which usually lasted all of ten minutes.
and then i moved to vancouver. much closer to the spuds. so i find candy stores in vancouver. and you know what? AINT NO GODDAMN SPUDS HERE!!! how does that make any sense at all? it doesnt. it's just plain wrong thats what it is.
what brought all this on?

•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
maybe i will make mashed potatos in a box...
me. says:
ya?
me. says:
do u feel like that
•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
a bit
•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
brb then i go make my taters
me. says:
k
•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
baaaaaaack
me. says:
hopw was it
•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
they is tasty
•Þa±z• - the face in your dreams of glass says:
like eating playdough only good

yes it's a post about potatos.

23.11.06

we had a guest lecturer in class today from the DeSmogBlog. holy comment wars batman.

im hungry but i dont feel like eating. much like i want to write but i dont feel like writing.

so i think i'll just sit and watch the robins in the tree outside my window.

im the face in your dreams of glass

22.11.06

so...my grandpa is dying...my family is leaving to go see him friday morning and my mom is going to stay with him til whenever. and im here. life's real fair...

i dont care if she fucked James Bond, Pussy Galore is totally a lesbian.

look im mimicking people:

a year ago today...

everett and i went up the the roof of Shrum to take some pictures.
it's fun living on the top of a mountain where the fog doesn't come and gives you the most spectacular views in the world.
i'm also feeling a lot less insane in the memBrain lately. which is good. this is more fun than wanting to throw and break shit.

current mood: "Production" by I Mother Earth


you mean it hadnt been raining for a month straight this time last year? fuck. that's not fair at all.

i finished my essay so now i have no more undergrad essays to write ever. i am done with the essay writing. 5 years worth. and then i cleaned my room. exciting. i also made more dead bird for dinner i cut it up small and added it to my spaghetti sauce and it was awesome and there wasnt any buckshot in it.

show Mr. Bond to his quarters



it's real life Talking to Americans. it kind of makes me want to sit them down, give them a popsicle, pat them on the head and say "it's ok, it's not your fault that your collective IQ is reflected by your country's leader."
i kid, i kid. ok, only a little. but seriously, please elect Keith Olbermann as your next president.

you know what would be funny? if someone in the US made a "Talking to Canadians". no real reason, im just curious as to see who would end up looking dumber.

oliver is a quitter

Gate

To see or pass through a gate in your dream, suggests that you are walking through a new phase of life. It also represents new opportunities and possibilities.

Fence

To see a fence in your dream, signifies an obstacle or barrier that may be standing on your path. You may feel confined and restricted in expressing yourself. Are you feeling fenced in? Alternatively, it may symbolize a need for privacy. You may want to shut off the rest of the world.

To dream that you are climbing to the top of a fence, denotes success. If you climb over the fence, then it indicates that you will accomplish your desires via not so legitimate means.

what about climbing to the top of a gate to unlock it? huh? ever think of THAT dream website thingy? didnt thnk so.

able5

21.11.06

my grandpa is sick and in the hospital and it doesnt sound all that great so yeah.

there's that.

had an interview this morning. i think it went well.

im feeling a bit funky, so im going to eat, and then maybe put on a movie and fall asleep.

tomorrow isnt home

20.11.06



i swear im going to unplug my phone. 4 days in a row of phone calls from home. this is an on going occurence. fuck.
i just caught myself before i yelled "WHAT?!?" when i picked it up.

im also hitting a good stride with my last essay now. got through another 5 pages in the last three hours. not the fastest time ever but it pushes the essay past the half way mark. 12 more pages to go.

-e-d-i-t-

so...i have 10 pages to go. if i didnt have an interview tomorrow morning i might try to blitz this and get it done tonight. however i dont want to do that seeing as how i have to get up early and look nice. so yeah...looks like i'll be finished my last essay of my undergrad by wednesday night. that leaves me two weeks until they have to be submitted. wow. weird...

im also taking a page from the alcoholic's book and drinking scotch while writing...fucking influencing bastard...

panini phone



the comments going back and forth for this video are priceless. i think american banter should somehow be transformed into a sitcom for the rest of the world. i'd say it could be called Blue vs Red but then the guys who make Red vs Blue might get upset, even though the name is the other way around. and Red would run around waving a bible at Blue and then Blue wold say "im going to the store to buy some hay." and Red would ask "why do you need hay?" to which Blue would respond "for your global warming horse and buggy silly!" and then the laugh track would go off and thered be that one woman's laugh that always somehow is louder than all the others and her laugh sounds so stupid it makes you laugh at the laugh track. and then when Blue walks out the door, Red falls to his knees and yells "Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinstooooooooooooooon!!!" hey i never said the show would make sense. or be good.

because we roasted marshmallows

19.11.06

dear everyone who chose to badmouth the class A shit background i had up to see what would happen.

thanks for proving that it would cause such a reaction.

sorry to tell you i'm fresh out of gold stars for "Pointless Bitching".

now go kindly fuck your faces.

it doesnt run like a deere if you run it over

i made a new song. it has two names depending on how i feel about it. it's either "Plastic Pills" or "Plaztik Pillz".
maybe it can be one title with both names. so like... "Plastic Pills(Plaztik Pillz)".

it's about a robot who goes crazy but doesn't know it.

the tin man cant sing

18.11.06

so after a marathon writing session today i finished my sociology paper about blogging. it's 30 pages long. now knock off say 7 pages for appendices and title sections and youre down to about 23 pages of actual text. whatever, this essay looks spec fucking tacular. and really, if i onyl get like a B on it, who cares, ive gotten A on every other assignment, and its only worth 30% so it cant like gimp my mark that bad.

two projects down, one to go.

meg and i went and gave our damage deposit to our new landlord and signed out rental agreement today. sweet shit i have a place to fall alseep in! we will decorate with fury!

i found this new coke drink. it's like coke's version of red bull i guess, except its more like coke coffee. i say this because it has coffee extract in it, and it pretty much tastes exactly what i thought putting coke in coffee would taste like, which isnt half bad actually.

fuck you know what, now that ive written that paper i dont think i'll be able to post anything for a while without like self analysing everything. goddamn academics. it ruined my movie watching for a while too when i was learning visual theory stuff like Gaze theory and post modernist approaches to media interpretation and Barthes and signs and signifiers. dont get me wrong, i heart Barthes writing about signifying objects or text as much as the next comm geek, but when youre learning it and go to a movie youre inner geek wont shut about "oh you enjoy this because blah blah fuckity blah."

youd think after finishing 30 pages id want to jump around...nope...must be because i had a radiohead song on repeat the whole time.

after years of waiting

so i got 17 pages of essay done. its not done, but i'll finish it up tomorrow.

I GOT A PLACE TO LIVE!!! WEEEEEE!!! the whole place is like lime green. i know, fucked up hey? whatever, it has character and its cheap. and it has furniture.

went to see The Departed. i was hesitant about this one cause fuckin Leo is in it. but to my surprise it was actually pretty killer. highlights include Leo having his broken hand rebroken by his own boot in Jack's hand, Leo going crazy and start pill popping, and Leo getting shot in the face. its good. go see it.

wait he's not irish

17.11.06

you know what's a good feeling? nine pages of essay in under two hours. in class last night our prof said that the guidelines said 12 to 15 pages, but that we could go over 15 if we want to. which is good because im totally going over 15 for this one. no clue by how much, but my intro, presentation of research question and literature review are 9 pages long. ok well 7 cause ive got seperate title pages for each section but whatever.

16.11.06
















so we're packt like sardines in a crusht tin box in class and everyone thinks dont pick me for the examplz. and then we take a break timeout and i got to get a bagel at the tim hortons and they tell me that theresz been a cross contamination with the cream cheese so its all boxdt up and they woodnt give me my baygull with creeme cheez and i stopdt and askdt myself how do you cross contaminate creeme cheez and water? this is this is this is so strange to be sitting here thinking thinking what should i could i would i do about that if i wanted needed that creeme cheez but i couldnt cant wont do anything about it so i guess i'll think i'll know i'll turn around and go out the door in the door up the street down the road and listen and listen and see the little chiming bells chiming whistles chimes in the windows and tell myself tell yourself i havent seen enough you havent seen enough.

what do you mean you arent allowed to sell it?

so there's a water boil advidory for the whole lower mainland on right now. either that or buy bottled water. and seeing as how bottled water is too expensive simply because Coca Cola decided to put a natural resource in a plastic container, i'll stick with the boiling.

i pretty much finished one project last night, which is good because now i can focus on the other two more. initially this might sound like i have a lot more time to put in to the others, but once you consider the fact that theres only two weeks of class left...theeeeeen...not so much. whats worse is that my big huge worth 75% of my final mark paper is looking like its circling the drain in a bad way. response to it has been virtually non existant which is not so good. so i think my plan will be to start and finish my blogger paper this weekend leaving me pretty much two weeks to go into crisis control with the last one. im not panicking yet. i'll only panic about that one if in a week im still no where. and then it will be bad. bad bad bad. ive got a few different approaches i can try out to see if i can get any more info for it at all. and no they do not involve me selling my body.


you know what i was thinking about earlier? you probly dont because i dont tend to think out loud. anyway. in university, rez especially you're on a first name basis with pretty much everyone. everyone knows what everyone's first name is and most of the time you have no idea what people's last names are. like i'll be on the phone with my parents and they'll ask who i went for dinner with or something and i'll tell them and they'll be like whats their last name, and then i think a)why do you need to know, and b)ummmmmmm...thats a good question.
contrast that with high school. in high school everyone is on a last name basis, but in a way where your last name sort of becomes your first name. kind of like we're all japanese i guess. maybe that happened more with guys than girls though. everyone knew everyone's first names, but no one really used them. you'd walk in in the morninf and people would be like "zaph, football at lunch?" "yeah who's in for sure?" "hammond, werstiuk, yanitsky, sakowsky,..."etc. you get the point. even some of my teachers did that. i have no idea what the point of brining this up was, but i just started thinking about it all of a sudden on the bus on the way to safeway.

by the by, $2 each for a pissant little stem of kale is bullshit. i like it, but not that much. fucking growing seasons...

prognosticate this

15.11.06



we're supposed to get 100mm of rain today.
fun.
IM ALMOST DONE MY GUN CONTROL PROJECT AND I AM SO HAPPY!
also, static x is good to listen to when you blitz a project.

was there lightning last night?

14.11.06

so those two places i had interviews at in early october and i decided they were a waste of time and they never really phoned me back anyway both phoned me again today and i was like "didnt you already interview me and i said no?" long pause......"oh...right...nevermind..." click. s m r t.
meg and i are going to check out a place to live tomorrow. my aunt also called me to let me know that someone she works will has a place up for rent too thats fully furnished. score.
i got an email from a PR firm in town for a graphic design internship i applied for like two months ago just for the hell of it asking me for samples of my work. uuuuum. right. sorry, i dont actually know how to do that...here's my friends name...give him a job so he can buy me lunch.
im crossing my fingers that this will signal the start of more interview offers which i would really like at this point k thanks.
one of the groups in class today did a presentation on their project about having a sustainable food program and resources up on campus. they said that they'd contacted chartwells and that they had a plan with them in place already pretty much and that chartwells would start to offer locally prodruced organic food choices on campus.
k, so these two girls never lived up here.
and three of us in class who do/have lived up here ripped that idea to pieces just about. you know it's all well and good that people you talk to who commute to campus tell you they dont think theres enough food optins up here, but seriously, when you dont even bother to contact the RHA or talk to people in rez or find out exactly what the university's contract with chartwells means, go do that before you start telling us that you suddenly made them realize that they should be offering healthy food to us. i think the point about how theres a no competition clause with chartwells and that if they started a farmers market they could be shut down or sued kind of made them go "...oh..." as well as our prof saying that there's really no way they're going to change chartwells attitude towards money which i so eloquently offered the example of the fresh organic apples the handed out to the class as costing me $2.50 each as opposed to say 99 cents if chartwells sold them as their own organic produce.
fucking chartwells.

oh and then there was also a presentation one group did on something about targeting religious stereotypes in islam and catholicism. and as soon as the title came up i was like "rage..." so what's the main strategy of their campaign? to introduce a unit in schools about learning to be tolerant about other religions. WTF??? HELLO? I WAS TOLD THAT FROM LIKE GRADE 7 THROUGH 12 ALREADY. so your big plan is to not educate students about the faults of their own religions and simply repeat rhetoric? so of course me being me and not a big fan really of organized religion suggested that maybe they should put some focus on that or kids might not grow up knowing that, say...i dont know...that up until the mid 1960s the Catholic church was openly anti semitic, or that the church was aware of what was going on during the holocaust and did nothing to stop it, or that after that the vatican provided nazi war criminals with fake passports to travel to south america to avoid being tried for war crimes, or how christian and catholic missionaries destroyed countless tribal religions and societies in the name of god, and stuff like that. i like it when i bring stuff up like that and then other people in class agree with me vocally. especially when one of those people is my prof.
so i should get some work done. or watch more scrubs. or both.

gimme gimme shock treatment

13.11.06


it was bright in here a second ago and now its not so bright but i can see blue sky over there, you cant see me pointing but i am pointing over there to where there's blue sky, and i pulled the curtains the other way for once to open up the corner of the window and i like it better.
i think i feel that my room is messier than it really is. i have a collection of empty coke bottles that just keeps growing.
ive been working on my gun control project for a few hours and ive managed to go from just over four pages to just under thirteen pages and i have one more section that i need to do and that should get me close to 15 pages and i think i'll leave it at that for now once i get there. not bad for not having done anything with this project in over a month. i could probly put in ten hours on this one today, but ive managed a lot in four hours so i probly wont need to and plus i have some filler to put in my big fucking paper cause i feel bad for not having worked on it in like a week and i think on wednesday i'll start putting together my blog paper but just bits at first cause we're going over how our prof wants us to write it this week.

did you know that glass isnt a liquid? in high school one of my science teachers taught us that glass was liquid with almost infinite viscosity. that's wrong. i feel cheated. actually, no i dont. i feel mad at glass for not being a liquid of almost infiinite viscosity because that would be fucking cool.

i've got a purple post-it

"I'm Falling"

Falling dreams are another theme that is quite common in the world of dreams. Contrary to a popular myth, you will not actually die if you do not wake up before your hit the ground during a fall.

As with most common dream themes, falling is an indication of insecurities, instabilities, and anxieties. You are feeling overwhelmed and out of control in some situation in your waking life. This may reflect the way you feel in your relationship or in your work environment. You have lost your foothold and can not hang on or keep up with the hustle and bustle of daily life. When you fall, there is nothing that you can hold on to. You more or less are forced toward this downward motion without any control. This lost of control may parallel a waking situation in your life.

Falling dreams also often reflect a sense of failure or inferiority in some circumstance or situation. It may be the fear of failing in your job/school, loss of status, or failure in love. You feel shameful and lack a sense of pride. You are unable to keep up with the status quo or that you don't measure up.

According to Freudian theory, dreams of falling indicate that you are contemplating giving into a sexual urge or impulse. You maybe lacking indiscretion.

Falling dreams typically occur during the first stage of sleep. Dreams in this stage are often accompanied by muscle spasms of the arms, legs, and the whole body. These sudden contractions, also known as myclonic jerks. Sometimes when we have these falling dreams, we feel our whole body jerk or twitch and we awaken from this jerk. It is thought that this jerking action is part of an arousal mechanism that allows the sleeper to awaken and become quickly alert and responsive to possible threats in the environment.

five nights in a row

12.11.06








































met sunshine and van nasty tonight at the cambie. other people showed up. and by other people i mean the drummer, the bassist, mr. and mrs. p, ophelia, foXXy, and D man.

there was much air guitar and singing and yelling and good times and night buses home and keeping people upright and i had lots of fun and so did everyone else.

and now im going to bed cause its almost 4am.

check out the hook while my DJ revolves it