Sometimes you`re the asshole, sometimes you`re the ninja diarrhea.

F-me. Is anyone out there? There is no excuse for that hiatus, and I won't make any promises anymore on posting, because we all know I can't keep them. However you could say that life has been so unpredictable since my last post that I didn't want to type anything for fear of looking like a liar. .. and to some extent that would be true. Which makes it somewhat of a lie also. Well refer to last post: Marcus gets girlfriend. Then there wasn't time for blogging anymore. Then there was girlfriend that called blog 'the gayest, most nerdy thing ever. That was discouraging. Took me till about now to realise I didn't care. . . Also vic said she didn't want her name "all over the internet" but she has facebook, so WTF? Well what has happened? Lots of things. We decided to go to India, where Vic's parents live. That was an eye opening christmas. This is what it looks like in India. I can't explain what it feels like in India unless you have had ninja diarhhea. That's diarhhea so stealthy that it a) sneaks up on you with no warning. b) is so liquid you can't hear it come out, it's no farts with a small foam component (I've become comfortable with poo to this point now), and c) persists for 2.5 weeks STRAIGHT after your return home.
While in India we flew south to Goa, and this was after Vic acquired a case of food poisoning (it`s supposed to be the opposite, come back from hot region with food poisoning.). The people we met were amazing, so welcoming and friendly, and the food unbelievably good. . . I have a thing for curry. It hasn`t been all milk, honey, and ninja diarhhea though. 2 Sundays ago one of our dogs, a big beautiful golden retriever named Ollie, was hit and killed by a car. Worst day of our lives. Without going into detail he died in our arms. the blood coming out of his ears and his paws cooling down will forever be in our memories. Never mind the 19 year old kid that hit him. Ollie was the silliest most beautiful dog ever, and we miss him sorely. This is what Ollie looked like. God he was silly. Just 1.5 years old. So anyway we`re trying to re-evaluate the meaning of life right now. I finished my master`s the other day by slackingly grinding to a halt on a final paper I was working on and then sending it in as is. Real good. Just don`t care anymore you know? Rather than sit around and wait for job offers and live alone in our new apt. we decided to get the F shot out of here. We`re going to spring camp on the 22nd, and working summer after that. So getting out of Guelph for 4 months should do us some good, and getting on the river should soothe the old soul a little bit. RIP Ollie, you were ridiculous and that`s why we loved you. You grew a fur cape over christmas while you stayed with my parents, and you wore your ears like a mullet. Also whatever I was doing you had to make sure you had anywhere between minimum 1 paw to maximum your whole self on me somewhere at all times. Thanks for that, I loved you. So in closing, next post I hope will have more of the ranting that we have all grown to love, but in between here`s a reminder of the fragility and transience of life (philosophical I know). It`s the Taj Mahal. Hundreds of years ago the king that build this hired the best craftsman in the land to make the most beautiful and ornate palace tomb for his wife, sarcophagus included. They made the whole thing of white marble with inlaid stones of different colours that formed delicate images that would never fade since they weren`t paint. After these 500 workers finished, he cut off all of their hands at the wrist to make sure they never created anything in the likeness of this again.

Also yesterday I turned 27.