Yo! Had another fantastic sesh yesterday. Met up with saiokan at the Menno bank again. Finally stomped a solid 50-50, instead of just getting into one and apologizing my way off the box like usual. From there we hossed it to the Catholic high school down on Moore to snap some crispy ollies on the bank, and then off to the Parkade to meet Damien and Matt. ( Read more... )

Last night I had the singular pleasure of dreaming that I was shitting my pants on the train in Vancouver. What the fuck right? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I spent last night eating wings and drinking Quebec stout ( Read more... )

So. Went down to London yesterday with my mom dukes to find an apartment. I ended up finding a fully furnished basement unit in a middle-aged couple's house with a separate entrance, laundry, TV, wireless internet, kitchen, bedroom, dining room, living room, etc. for $500 inclusive. Yes. It's in North London too, which is nice. After seeing the ( Read more... )

I've been running 6kms a day for forever. One look at my Grover body (skinny with a gut) and butter tits would suggest that the only exercise I've seen lately is lunging for the Kleenex after "challenging myself", but it's true. I run like a motherfucker. But I was hit with ghastly shin splints yesterday, so I took the day off. I was gonna hoss it ( Read more... )

I think I've impressed enough people with my tombstone-sized Japanese cell phone, which is completely unusable in Canada for anything other than a camera. So I'm probably going to cop a BlackBerry today. $50 plus $30 for a new sim card. Like the farmer says in Babe, "that'll do pig, that'll do ( Read more... )

I am a shitty drunk. Sorry to anyone who ran into me last night.

A numerical breakdown of last night's Shinshiro Brodown:

1: number of Yebisu "Sparkling Hop" beers stolen from the Circle K
7230: cost (in ￥) of my personal bar tab at Daimonji
3: number of national anthems sung at Jinchan's bar by us (an Irishman, two Canadians, and a Swede)
8.5: alcohol percentage of the Belgian cherry beer we were drinking
7: ( Read more... )

So after a hangover of stomach-and-ass-shattering proportions, I formulated a plan to only drink one night a week from now on, and even then at a rate which wouldn't cause burnt chicken to fly out of my mouth like there was a catapult in my gut. This plan was blown out of the water on the train to Ichinomiya by a torpedo from North Side Brian, who ( Read more... )

Brief update. I live in Japan now. I like it but the heat is almost oppressive enough to warrant coating my balls in baby powder every day. That's it.

stress man

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