stuff I like

Today I was walking to the gym, and observing the passing folk as I always do, right outside ROZH I passed a dude going the other way listening to music just givin' 'er on drums. I mean really jamming. He was walking along thrashing the air as though he was alone in his room, but he was surrounded by people. I laughed out loud to myself after we passed. It made me feel good. On the way back from the gym, as if I was in an episode of some sitcom, this dude is walking the other way, in the same spot - on his way somewhere, and this time he's playing air bass. That's right: Bass. Not just any guitar, his form was good enough to clearly distinguish between instruments. This time we made eye contact while he was in the middle of his set, and he didnt' really let up. The best part is that he knows I busted him, but he couldn't care less.

My friend wes made a blog of lists of things people like:

http://www.youlovelists.blogspot.com/

Wes and my friend couse's are at the bottom. They're awesome.

You win! I mean, He wins! I mean. . . I'm Ron Burgundy?

This is Derek.

He is the winner. The picture was the one of the urinal with the fly in it. I did not take that picture. The google Earth was a good guess, but that wasn't taken with a camera. . .Willsy, I'm disappointed in you. . .

pipes, you win a Beer! and it won't be one of the ones left over from our party that I said you could have. Really those aren't mine to give out anyway.

This is the entry: http://stuffhappenseveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/virgin-mary-is-alive-and-working-at.html

frickin' Graeme

I call his bluff. "Frankly, I don't believe she exists. She's vapourware." apprehensive look on my face.

Graeme's expression grows stern. "You blog this." He inhales comitally. he's tapping an authoritative finger on my desk now. Seven days, and she'll be here. . . .she's coming. She's REAL man! I have pictures of her!" He sounds almost panicked now, voice cracking with emotion - like a man who's seen a UFO and has no idea how to convince the world of it.

I have to laugh. He had a plan but it fell through. He asked her if she had plans this weekend. No. He asked her did she want to get together? Yes. He asked her did she want to meet him in the help room (where he always is, giving help) later? Yes. Did she show? No. Thats where his plan of "Hey, wanna go back to my place?" Fell through. And I laaaaugh and laaaugh. So now we have to wait seven days, till next Friday, when he straight up INVITES her.

Till then, Jess, you are vaporware.

Also I swear to got I will not write on this topic again unless something earth shattering happens. . . I've spent far too much time on it already.

Ladies, just know, we have plans sometimes, WE HAVE PLANS. And you shatter them without knowing it. We have ideas in our head, idyllic utopias where spontenaiety rules all and always turns situations for the surprise best. Just to what you're supposed to and let us pretend we're in the movies!

She had better have a good goddamned excuse for this. "oops, I forgot." Isn't going to cut it.

Well, yeah it is, but it shouldn't.


just dip it.

Tubed! (ing?)

Definitely time for another post. Last weekend was a good one. My good man couse came down from Halifax (or Halifornia as we like to sometimes call it) to play with his band The Darcys - they're ACTUALLY good, I'm not just saying that cause I know them. Listen for yourself, I stake my reputation on their talent. http://itsthedarcys.blogspot.com/ They did a tour, London, Kingston, Guelph, Toronto. Don't ask about the route, it's just the way the sched worked out. Their tunes are here http://www.thedarcys.ca/music.html We had a nice little Kandalore bash here, and it was a blast. Here is Graeme in his element. So the only unfortunate part was I still didn't get to meet the elusive Jess. Here is Graeme surrounded by like 10 girls, and no Jess (large size it so you can read the shirt, Mack made a genius composition with this picture). Maybe it was because when she leaned in to kiss him on thanksgiving he had to puke because he was so hammered. So out of akwardness and lack of a better idea he said "what do I have something on my face?" just to stop her, you know, so he wouldn't toss his cookies all over her face. Unbelievable. This girl must be special because she's still after him. The best part is once we're friends she's going to read this. And I have no idea how she'll react. So here's a message to you in the future Jess - good luck with that Graeme, and I promise I'll stop publicizing your relationship once I meet you and you've read this. Now that that's outta the way .. . We had a blast with all the people here, Will and Mack made it up from down the hill on Gordon, and some folks from camp made it down, like actually from camp. Hi Stu, I know you're reading this. Make your presence known and post a comment for chrissake! So installed the beta version of windows Vista on one of my drives. If you don't get WTF I'm talking about right now skip the next couple of sentences. I'm enjoying the frosty glassiness and smooth responses of it. I also am immensely enjoying the xtras, such as moviemaker. So I decided to take it for a spin and edit/mesh together two of my favourite videos. As you can tell from this blog I like taking pictures, and I like posting pictures. In fact I'm pretty sure there's only 1 picture on here I didn't take. If you want a prize, all you have to do is be the first one to tell me what the picture's of. No hints. I will add one thing, I technically didn't take the pics in this entry, and obviously not any pics that are of me, such as me portaging the canoe in the Gorged! entry. I guess to clarify the little contest is about pictures not taken with a camera I owned. Mack took the picture of himself here and the one of Graeme, and the one of me. Kudos to Mack, he was clearly the paparrazi that night. Anyway you have to be pretty bored to participate in this little competition. Willsy, my money's on you getting this. Anyway, whoever gets this gets a free beer from me. So the video, in the true spirit of Couses' band involves one of the band members: Wes. He's not the star or anything, it's pretty obvious who the star is, and she is nameless. Drunk girl is her name for now. Myself, Yank, Wes and Bob were all out (Wes went here for a year) and this girl stumbled up to us asking "Yo, do you guys have any drugs?" Judging by her Student Council shirt she had never said that sentence before and just wanted to try it on for size, kinda like that yellow hoodie she's wearing. First we said no, and this is where I turned the camera on. Then I, completely unbelievably said "Well, we have marijuana, if that's what you mean" just to try to get her to hang around. . . it seemed to work, but not the way I wanted it to. Long story short this could be the hardest I've ever laughed. . . it's certainly the hardest I've ever laughed on tape. . .

The part I'm so excited about is that movie maker, in conjuction with Wes' request to me at our hungover breakfast last Saturday morning ("yo, can you send me that video?") has inspired me to post this video (my first) on one of my new favourite websites: YouTube. I'm sure it will get a few laughs and more than a few slanderous comments, but for every "that was fuckin' stupid" out there, there's a hundred unspoken "thank you for improving my quality of life" 's. Akward sentence - akward encounter. Enjoy. It's a little dark, I know, just crank the volume and laugh.

I dedicate this video to the Darcys. Thanks for making it all the way to Guelph. Just dip it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v8DZ59I5Mw

I know it's dark, just crank the volume and laugh.

alright let me clarify this, cause Willsy, you're right, but that's not what I meant. This is a picture not taken by anyone I know or of anyone I know. That should do it. . .

Gorged!

Adventure abounds. . . I’m writing this entry in word to protect myself from the travesty that is the ‘select all’ function when it jumps up and bites you in the ass. So my parents bought my mom a new TDI Golf, which is awesome. They decided to give me the old Golf, which I didn’t want at first, but I gave in. So the first order of business was to get a roof rack for that beast, which we did. The second order of business was to put my boat on it, which I did. The third order of business was to put our 16’ 4” boat in our living room, where we thought it would easily fit, and it barely fits. But it looks awesome in our house. Of course the fourth order (I’m starting to lose track) of business was to take that bitch for a spin! So running on some tenuous rumours and a weaker memory of a scouting run I did last year, Pipes and I headed to Elora to check out the gorge. My scouting run consisted of looking off the bridge and going “Yep, that’s the gorge”. “Water looks low. . .” So off we headed to the Elora mill restaurant and found some free parking across the river from it. We got looks from hikers and so forth as we portaged through town and down to the river, past the waterfall. Then we had our picture taken a few times as we warmed up in the washout of said waterfall. The Elora Mill restaurant has a balcony high above the river in that spot. So after working the bugs out and some optimistic comments about our paddling and the hot sunny weather we were having, Pipes and I gave ‘er. We laughed all the way. It felt good to be back in a boat, with someone who knew what they were doing, no less. Derek rocked the bow while I worked the stern. It was fun to get out and scout, as we had no maps. We had to be extra anal about the whole thing cause the sun was going down in our faces, and many times all we saw was a drop in altitude as the river wound elusively around a corner away from us. The rapids were great. CII to CII tech, with the tech coming from the fact that there were some inconveniently placed boulders, and then there’s always the river washing against the canyon wall as it takes a turn. We kept looking around in disbelief that we were in a gorge, 15 minutes from Guelph no less! Very odd feeling. The stretch was only about 3 K, but it took us a few hours as we played in eddies and practiced our ferries and turns. I am pretty happy with my boat, as it lends itself to tilting which means you can make some pretty rad looking peel-ins and outs of eddies with it. We bounced down, enjoying the fall colours and sunshine, but after awhile the sun set in the gorge. We picked up the pace as it got chillier, and it seemed like 2 turns later, there was the low level bridge we’d heard so much about, the sign that it was time to take out. So there we were in the middle of the Elora Conservation area, going “How the F do we get out of here?”. I brought my phone, which apparently had been fake plugged in for the last month or so, since I found out it was actually about to die. . . I walked 30 ft to get reception, and when I finally got 2 bars, enough to call Elora Cab for the $6 cab ride up to my car, the phone did die. BALLS. So I ran a K and a bit up to the front gate, called from there. It was pretty painless to get a ride up, and I feel like the turnaround was under 20 minutes. I drove in without a word (didn’t want to get charged by the park) and found Pipes. After loading up and getting out we were home fairly quickly. Successful scouting run! We will be doing that again. We were lucky with the water though, it was up due to rain, so I don’t know how long that will last! The next day I got out with my neighbour Jocelyn on the Speed river for a paddling lesson (river, I know, but still flatwater). Jocelyn picked it up and is very proud, hence her new nickname, changed from J-bone to J-stroke. It was nice to get out again, and once she had it down I let her paddle me all the way back to where we started as I put my feet up in the front and took pictures of whatever struck my fancy. Good afternoon. So yeah, now that I got that out of the way, it’s back to the grind. Believe me, I got stuff to do, I just don’t like to talk about it.

ARG

Well I had about 5 paragraphs of bloggy goodness here. First I was a little miffed that blogger wouldn't let me post more than 2 pictures for absolutely no reason, but I'd have to say my current anger trumps that feeling. As I was typing (tell me if this has ever happened to you) my fingers were racing along, spewing the contents of my mind out into cyberspace, and in the fray I saw everything get highlighted black (possibly by a slip of the fingers over the keys Ctrl+A at the same time) and in the next split second, with the next key I tapped, everything that was selected was replaced by that one character, which I'm pretty sure was an empty space. So there goes my entry. I will have to cool down a bit before I feel like rewriting it, since I have a really busy day, and was already wasting some time writing it. Die little toad, DIE. . .