Ivana Santilli and Beady Belle were well worth the two hours of sleep I'm going to get before work tomorrow.. It'll be like my second nap of the day. A writeup of this concert will appear later in website form. For now, pictures that were poorly edited and fixed because it's almost 4am. There's more too but I'm too tired to put them up, blah, blah ( Read more... )

Last week, my grandmother asked me how my writing is going. She'd believed that I could be one since I was a bunch younger, and here we are, actively making things. Anyway, she wanted anything I'd written since the last time I donated a cd and a bunch of scrambly written papers. So I meshed up my current project [that only a few people have access ( Read more... )

April Eight, Two Thousand Four: 173LBS ( Read more... )

I've decided on my plan for voting for Canadian office in the upcoming election ( Read more... )

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Note: This is BEFORE I moved in:
==============Wed, January 14, 2004
Keen cops spot weed; Burglary bust turns up grow-opIt was a bonus bust for a couple of eagle-eyed cops. Police were patrolling East Kildonan early Monday morning, when they spotted a burglary in progress -- at a home they later discovered was being used to grow marijuana ( Read more... )

I've been battling being normal in this journal. I tell you, every few days or so I wouldn't mind deleting everything and then lying in bed and becoming a Rainbow Brite hermit, but then I get bored. I think one of the only reasons I really keep the internet other than keeping in touch with people I've known for years, is for the writing. It's the ( Read more... )

Happiness. What's the meaning of happiness? Some people say it's a fish you can never catch. Some people say it's a pill you can't swallow. Denis Leary once said:

"Happiness comes in small doses folks. It's a cigarette butt, or a chocolate chip cookie or a five second orgasm. You come, you smoke the butt you eat the cookie you go to sleep wake up ( Read more... )

For two minutes, I jumped into Hunter Thompson's body. ( Read more... )

I have gone by the Idea that every generation has a name. There was the X, the Baby Boomer, and many other names, but yet to be determined is a name for our current young teenage wasteland slackers growing up. How could we not name them? How could this be forgotten? Through careful consideration, I have picked the following for the ages 13-17, ( Read more... )