Found a new roommate. Insert staples 'easy button' quote here.
Landon is going to move in December first. Substituting one band member for another. I'm pretty excited for the whole switcheroo. It's going to be a little different around here, but it'll be new and exciting for sure.
I had a 180 towards my attitude on Halloween yesterday. I wasn't going to do anything on the 31st, and most years I don't. There's a few reasons why, but I just don't like Halloween that much. This year, like others, my excuse was that I don't like dressing up or looking for a costume.
Well, I was out at value village yesterday, looking for costumes for Landon, Saul, and Jer. I wound up stumbling across an ensemble that I sort of decided to go with. I think it was the oversize swimmers goggles that were the deciding factor. I'm going to go to a Halloween party after all, as an 80's squash player.
Problem is, I don't really know what that even means. I have a squash racquet, and I know some players wear goggles. So I just filled in the blanks. I bought short shorts, a really small athletic shirt, and a fro to go with my big fuck-off goggles. I have knee high socks, and I'm borrowing high tops. If I'm lucky, I'll run across a head band. I think that about does it.
Anyway, I'm not super amped about tomorrow. It's been a few years since I did Halloween, and I'm going to look baaaad. Luckily my bright spot will be saul. It's a gaurantee that he'll look worse than me, which lends me a little more confidence.
Hope you have a good Halloween. My bro is in town this weekend, and it's going to be great to see him.
'I live my life with no pain
Just some rage and three kinds of yes'
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Still Crazy After All These Years
One year down.
I started my blog a year ago yesterday. Reading back to the entries I made last October, I've changed the way I blog quite a bit. I often read back to see what was going on in my life at a certain time. It's kind of neat, and I forget a lot of small things that I had written about.
Anyway, I wrote exactly 150 entries in that first year I had a blog. I had no expectations on how many, or how often I would write. It averages out to one entry every 2-3 days, which I think is fairly dedicated, especially as I was away for a few months. I guess that makes for a benchmark. I like compiling stats in order to create a benchmark to meet/beat. I think it's fairly reasonable to think that I can write 150 more entries next year.
I have these almost rituals that I follow when I write an entry, although ritual sounds too sacred. Mannerisms maybe. I've managed to title each blog entry after a song, and it's either a song that I really like, or a song that pertains to some part of the blog. I haven't named two entries the same, as far as I know. I've had to check a few times, as some song titles just lend themselves to me as really appropriate.
I don't really know why I started leaving quotes at the end of my entries. I think only two entries don't have quotes, and one was just last week. I was unsure if I would have a single quote that would remain the same, or if I would find a new one each entry. I think I like the challenge. That and I can't think of one quote that defines me all of the time. More than the titles, the quotes I leave definitely mean more to to nature of the entry or the way I feel rather than just being a quote I like. Every quote I leave is from a song, and it usually isn't from the song in the title.
I'm looking forward to blogging as much as I have at any time over the last year. It's still fresh and fun for me, and significant to my mental health. I have no idea the extent of my readership, but I can guess that I only have a few regular readers. I imagine that many people have looked at this a few times over the last year. I also didn't start a blog with the idea that I'd lure readers, or win people over with my writing. If people do read, then I'm stoked.
I do tend to write more outside of the warm months, so I can expect the bulk of my entries to come in the coming months.
Well, have a good week, and thanks for reading.
'We barely remember, who or what came before this precious moment'
I started my blog a year ago yesterday. Reading back to the entries I made last October, I've changed the way I blog quite a bit. I often read back to see what was going on in my life at a certain time. It's kind of neat, and I forget a lot of small things that I had written about.
Anyway, I wrote exactly 150 entries in that first year I had a blog. I had no expectations on how many, or how often I would write. It averages out to one entry every 2-3 days, which I think is fairly dedicated, especially as I was away for a few months. I guess that makes for a benchmark. I like compiling stats in order to create a benchmark to meet/beat. I think it's fairly reasonable to think that I can write 150 more entries next year.
I have these almost rituals that I follow when I write an entry, although ritual sounds too sacred. Mannerisms maybe. I've managed to title each blog entry after a song, and it's either a song that I really like, or a song that pertains to some part of the blog. I haven't named two entries the same, as far as I know. I've had to check a few times, as some song titles just lend themselves to me as really appropriate.
I don't really know why I started leaving quotes at the end of my entries. I think only two entries don't have quotes, and one was just last week. I was unsure if I would have a single quote that would remain the same, or if I would find a new one each entry. I think I like the challenge. That and I can't think of one quote that defines me all of the time. More than the titles, the quotes I leave definitely mean more to to nature of the entry or the way I feel rather than just being a quote I like. Every quote I leave is from a song, and it usually isn't from the song in the title.
I'm looking forward to blogging as much as I have at any time over the last year. It's still fresh and fun for me, and significant to my mental health. I have no idea the extent of my readership, but I can guess that I only have a few regular readers. I imagine that many people have looked at this a few times over the last year. I also didn't start a blog with the idea that I'd lure readers, or win people over with my writing. If people do read, then I'm stoked.
I do tend to write more outside of the warm months, so I can expect the bulk of my entries to come in the coming months.
Well, have a good week, and thanks for reading.
'We barely remember, who or what came before this precious moment'
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Rhyme And Reason
I have been playing my bass a lot the last few hours, and I'm in love with 3 lines that I just have to share.
The three lines, from three different songs, are all pretty different. But the songs are fundamentally similar in their dominant bass presence.
The three songs are:
Muse - New Born
Metallica - Orion
Interpol - The New
I start learning a really tough line by modifying it down to a skeleton that's easy enough to play. Then I'll play the full line at a slower rate, and finally I'll rock the whole line at game speed.
The New - Intro
G|--------9-----10-9---------7---9---10-9------9---10-9-------7---9---10-9--| D|-10-10---10-------10-9-9---9---9-------7--7---7------7-0-0---0---0-------| A|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
'The New' is the easiest line, but it may sound the coolest. This is a line that I just picked up tonight, and I learned it in about 10 minutes at full speed. The rest of the song is similar to this line.
Orion - Excerpt from bass solo
G|---------11-----9-----|-----9--------------|---------11-----9-----| D|------11-----7-----7--|--9-----9-----9-----|------11-----7-----7--| A|--9-------------------|-----------7------7--|--9-------------------| E|----------------------|----------------------|----------------------|
G|--9-9-9-9-9-9-9-6---------|---------11-----9-----|-----9--------9-----| D|--------------------9-7-----|------11-----7-----7--|--9-----9-----------| A|------------------------9-7-|--9-------------------|-----------7-----7--| E|-----------------------------|----------------------|--------------------|
The bass solo in 'Orion' is like 3 minutes long, and it's like this for the most part. There's a loop that Cliff Burton plays, and at the end of each loop is room for improvisation. The 4th bar of this excerpt is an example of that, before returning to the beginning of the loop. It's neat and allows for some creative wiggle room. And it sounds rad. It took me an hour to learn or so.
New Born - Main Line
G---9---- | G ---5-------5-------4-------4-------8-------8-----|
D-----7-9 | D -----3-5-----3-5-----2-4----2-4-----6-8-----6-8-|
A-7------ | A -3-------3-------2--------2------6-------6-------|
E-------- | D ---------------------------------------------------|
While all these lines may look standard, they're all played really quickly. 'New Born' is the fastest, and I've been trying to master it for the longest time. I've known the line for about a year, and I leave it and come back to it periodically. This is easily the toughest line of the three, if you listen to it, you can understand why. I still don't have it down.
Link:
New Born @ 2:04
Orion @ 4:00
The New @ 0:05
Comparing these three songs, the bass line spends a lot of time on the 7th and 9th frets of the D and G string. I've found that this area of the fretboard sounds really aurally attractive for some reason. Why is that?
Anyway, thanks for reading.
'Guess you could say I gave you my edge'
The three lines, from three different songs, are all pretty different. But the songs are fundamentally similar in their dominant bass presence.
The three songs are:
Muse - New Born
Metallica - Orion
Interpol - The New
I start learning a really tough line by modifying it down to a skeleton that's easy enough to play. Then I'll play the full line at a slower rate, and finally I'll rock the whole line at game speed.
The New - Intro
G|--------9-----10-9---------7---9---10-9------9---10-9-------7---9---10-9--| D|-10-10---10-------10-9-9---9---9-------7--7---7------7-0-0---0---0-------| A|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
'The New' is the easiest line, but it may sound the coolest. This is a line that I just picked up tonight, and I learned it in about 10 minutes at full speed. The rest of the song is similar to this line.
Orion - Excerpt from bass solo
G|---------11-----9-----|-----9--------------|---------11-----9-----| D|------11-----7-----7--|--9-----9-----9-----|------11-----7-----7--| A|--9-------------------|-----------7------7--|--9-------------------| E|----------------------|----------------------|----------------------|
G|--9-9-9-9-9-9-9-6---------|---------11-----9-----|-----9--------9-----| D|--------------------9-7-----|------11-----7-----7--|--9-----9-----------| A|------------------------9-7-|--9-------------------|-----------7-----7--| E|-----------------------------|----------------------|--------------------|
The bass solo in 'Orion' is like 3 minutes long, and it's like this for the most part. There's a loop that Cliff Burton plays, and at the end of each loop is room for improvisation. The 4th bar of this excerpt is an example of that, before returning to the beginning of the loop. It's neat and allows for some creative wiggle room. And it sounds rad. It took me an hour to learn or so.
New Born - Main Line
G---9---- | G ---5-------5-------4-------4-------8-------8-----|
D-----7-9 | D -----3-5-----3-5-----2-4----2-4-----6-8-----6-8-|
A-7------ | A -3-------3-------2--------2------6-------6-------|
E-------- | D ---------------------------------------------------|
While all these lines may look standard, they're all played really quickly. 'New Born' is the fastest, and I've been trying to master it for the longest time. I've known the line for about a year, and I leave it and come back to it periodically. This is easily the toughest line of the three, if you listen to it, you can understand why. I still don't have it down.
Link:
New Born @ 2:04
Orion @ 4:00
The New @ 0:05
Comparing these three songs, the bass line spends a lot of time on the 7th and 9th frets of the D and G string. I've found that this area of the fretboard sounds really aurally attractive for some reason. Why is that?
Anyway, thanks for reading.
'Guess you could say I gave you my edge'
One More Pill
Almost Halloween! Woooo.
I don't really like Halloween actually. I'm not doing anything so far, and I'll probably just hang out at home.
I played in a live poker game last night. It's been a long long time since I've done that. I played fairly well, and got fairly lucky over the course of the night. There were 14 people, and I only knew Blake. It was a friendly and fairly amateur game, so no one took things too seriously. It's so much more fun when you don't hate the arrogant guy across the table.
After cards I went downtown with a pile of friends that had been congregating at my house. The girls cabbed, while the rest of us walked down to the old city. It was a decent night, nothing spectacular. I imagine if I had drank as much as my friends, it would have been better. Oh well.
So I'm going to be down a roommate in a month. Saul is moving out of the house, and leaving indefinitely for Europe. It is definitely going to be a little different around here. Me and Jer are much more introverted than Saul, and it is going to be much quieter around the house. I don't mean to say he's loud, but let's just say his milkshake brings all the girls to the yard.
It's been a pretty fun ride living with Saul. From my experience, quality roommates are a valuable commodity, and hard to find in many cases. Saul and I have lived together now for 50 months. It'll just be one more.
'What a fool I'd be to start complaining now'
I don't really like Halloween actually. I'm not doing anything so far, and I'll probably just hang out at home.
I played in a live poker game last night. It's been a long long time since I've done that. I played fairly well, and got fairly lucky over the course of the night. There were 14 people, and I only knew Blake. It was a friendly and fairly amateur game, so no one took things too seriously. It's so much more fun when you don't hate the arrogant guy across the table.
After cards I went downtown with a pile of friends that had been congregating at my house. The girls cabbed, while the rest of us walked down to the old city. It was a decent night, nothing spectacular. I imagine if I had drank as much as my friends, it would have been better. Oh well.
So I'm going to be down a roommate in a month. Saul is moving out of the house, and leaving indefinitely for Europe. It is definitely going to be a little different around here. Me and Jer are much more introverted than Saul, and it is going to be much quieter around the house. I don't mean to say he's loud, but let's just say his milkshake brings all the girls to the yard.
It's been a pretty fun ride living with Saul. From my experience, quality roommates are a valuable commodity, and hard to find in many cases. Saul and I have lived together now for 50 months. It'll just be one more.
'What a fool I'd be to start complaining now'
Saturday, October 25, 2008
If You Keep Losing Sleep
Back into the bush Thursday.
I was just finishing my last blog entry when the boys came knocking on my door. They were driving back in to get the two stuck trucks. They needed a third driver to drive a truck home. We stopped by and picked up cherish as well. If I had known that she would be going, I would have stayed home. I was under the assumption that I was needed as a driver.
But I went, and I really didn't want to. I was not feeling so hot. I had slept poorly, and I'd barely had a chance to eat in 24 hours.
I don't really care to detail the entire trip back into the bush. Main points:
When I have closure on this nightmare, I'll post the denouement. What a carry on.
I spent some time on google earth today trying to figure where we were at. I found out how deep we had gotten, and it was pretty astonishing from the aerial view. When we drove back in yesterday we measured the distance.
We covered 2 km's in JC's Jeep from where Jeff's truck got stuck, and where JC's jeep eventually got stuck.
We covered close to 17km's on foot. This took us down ~13km's of logging road, and the rest was dense brush.
We were picked up 2.8km's from the entrance/the wastelands. We had estimated 3km's.
That's all for now. Have a good weekend.
Thanks for reading.
'You don't want no drama, no, no drama'
I was just finishing my last blog entry when the boys came knocking on my door. They were driving back in to get the two stuck trucks. They needed a third driver to drive a truck home. We stopped by and picked up cherish as well. If I had known that she would be going, I would have stayed home. I was under the assumption that I was needed as a driver.
But I went, and I really didn't want to. I was not feeling so hot. I had slept poorly, and I'd barely had a chance to eat in 24 hours.
I don't really care to detail the entire trip back into the bush. Main points:
- We went in with truck #1, carrying a quad, to free truck #2, and change the spare on jeep #1.
- We successfully freed truck #2.
- The spare tire didn't fit, so the jeep stayed in the bush.
- We decided to take the quick way out with truck #1 and #2, rather than the easy way that we came in through.
- Truck #1 got stuck, and damaged severely, trying to get through the 'quick way'.
When I have closure on this nightmare, I'll post the denouement. What a carry on.
I spent some time on google earth today trying to figure where we were at. I found out how deep we had gotten, and it was pretty astonishing from the aerial view. When we drove back in yesterday we measured the distance.
We covered 2 km's in JC's Jeep from where Jeff's truck got stuck, and where JC's jeep eventually got stuck.
We covered close to 17km's on foot. This took us down ~13km's of logging road, and the rest was dense brush.
We were picked up 2.8km's from the entrance/the wastelands. We had estimated 3km's.
That's all for now. Have a good weekend.
Thanks for reading.
'You don't want no drama, no, no drama'
Thursday, October 23, 2008
40oz. To Freedom
This is going to be long.
My day yesterday was maybe the silliest, craziest day I've ever had. Here's what happened.
1100am: JC comes over to my house to visit. He wants to go 4x4'ing.
1130am: We leave my house to grab a few things and head towards Doumont, which is the place to 4 wheel apparently. Just me and JC are going.
1230pm: We have everything, and are planning on getting into pretty thick brush. This is turning into an amazing day. The sun is nice, we'll be exploring some really neat terrain, and it's basically boys being boys. Although Jeff couldn't make it, he promised to meet us up behind Doumont at 430PM. We set the radio clock and keep an eye on it, afraid that the day might fly by.
200pm: We've been driving for around an hour into the bush when we hear a loud hissing coming from a back tire. A quick check confirms a small rock in the rear left tire, and another check confirms the bad news. No spare.
230pm: We are frantically driving back to Nanaimo, trying to get back while there is still some air in the tire. We are both too afraid to check the tire periodically. We drive over some rough terrain pretty quickly, and this is what probably forced the air out of the punctured tire so quickly. We make good time, but by the time we get back into cell reception range, the tire is pretty pooched. We're driving on the rim, and the smell of burning rubber is getting pretty bad.
245pm: We drive on the rim another 2-3km's to get to fountain tire. The tire is mangled. Driving on the rim carved up the tire in numerous spots, and our vision of getting the leak patched is long gone. JC opts to change all 4 tires, as he was shopping around for that anyway. The tire technicians are shocked at the state of the tire, and give us the good news that the rim is not damaged. This would wind up being the last good news of the day.
400pm: The new tires are on and JC is ultimately happy that he has new tires, and that the situation worked itself out. THIS IS WHERE WE SHOULD HAVE CALLED IT A DAY.
430pm: We meet up with Jeff. He still wants to go 4x4'ing. So 4 of us - JC and I in the jeep with new tires, and Jeff and Cherish in Jeff's truck - take off back to Doumont.
445pm: We have more supplies (check: beer) and some food, and are set to go back into the bush.
545pm: We are an hour into the bush, JC and I leading the way. While earlier in the day we were also an hour in, this time we are much deeper in the woods. Outside the window, we hear a familiar hissing sound. A stick has punctured the side wall of JC's rear left tire. This time there is no slow leak, the tire is already flat and on the rim.
600pm: We have decided now to make a fire by where the jeep is temporarily stuck, and think out a game plan. We decide that we will drive JC's jeep out as far as we can, then jump into Jeff's truck, and all get back home safely. I eat a hot dog, and aside from the pear I had for breakfast, this is all I've eaten all day.
615pm: We head back. Me and JC in the now 3-wheel drive jeep, lead the way. Through the clouded plexiglass windshield we fail to see a pit as we drive by it, and luckily avoid it. In hindsight, I have no idea how we missed seeing it. Jeff's truck, which is wider and much more cumbersome in the bush, drove straight into the pit, which was about 7 feet deep in some spots.
620-820pm: We try desperately for two hours to get Jeff's truck out. Neither truck has a winch line. We have a few ropes, and a chain come-along. All of these options wind up snapping, ripping, or failing in some way. We need to revise our game plan.
There is no cell reception during any of this, so we cannot call anyone. Our phones, each searching for service, are dying quickly.
It is becoming a realistic nightmare that we might have to walk out.
830pm: JC's jeep still runs. The four of us pile into his disabled ride, and slowly try to cover as much ground back as possible. We make it about 5 minutes before his jeep gets stuck, as driving on only 3 good wheels is very difficult.
830-900pm: If we don't free the jeep, we are walking home. We spend half an hour trying to free the jeep. In the process we burn out the clutch, wreck the front universal, and fail to dislodge the jeep. With no universal, the 4 wheel drive turns into 2 wheel drive. With one flat tire, 4 wheel drive turns into 1 wheel drive. WE ARE WALKING.
910pm: We get into survival mode. We leave the alcohol behind, and grab water, a blanket, and turn our cell phones off to conserve power. Jeff leaves his cell on, because in the thick brush, we can't see a thing.
We know the way back by foot, and JC and Jeff begin to argue half-heartedly about the distance back. It is somewhere between 17-25km's home.
920pm: The first part of the walk is very dark and full of puddles. The puddles stretch as wide as the trail, and maybe 100 feet long. After hitting puddle after puddle, none of us have dry feet.
Until now, I forgot to mention that we had a 5th with us. Jeff brought his puppy with us. Over the entire night she did very well, and held us up only a few times.
1000pm: Jeff's phone is almost dead. Luckily we reach a main logging road. The trail we had been walking on was very slow going. Now we can use natural light to help us get back. Jeff's cell phone goes off.
1030pm: Still walking. We find an opening with a weak cell signal. We call for a ride from the only person we know who can get us. Kelsey, JC's girlfriend, doesn't know her way very well. She can get to boomerang lake, and pick us up there.
Kelsey will be at the entrance to Boomerang Lake by 11pm.
Boomerang Lake is 10km away from where we are.
1230am: We are still walking on the logging road. We finally reach the entrance to Boomerang Lake. Kelsey is not there. She has come and gone. Being alone on a logging road at night for hours scares me, and it obviously scared her.
We haven't had cell reception for hours, and we're 7-8 km's away from a weak cell signal, and 10 km's away from where a normal car can drive into.
Each of us hit our individual wall over the next hour. We are mentally and physically exhausted.
200am: We have left the logging road, and been through more dense brush. We are wet again from more puddles. We stumble across a lit fire. We hope someone is there to help us.
The fire has been abandoned by whoever had been there. We check and find a really weak cell signal. We call/text for a ride. We stoke up the fire in attempt to dry and warm ourselves. I am so exhausted that drying my frozen feet is secondary, and sleeping on a random pallet next to the fire is primary. I succeed in neither one.
245am: Jen arrives at the base of Doumont. She got my text, but can't close the 3 km's between the base and where we are. Neither of us knew where the other was at this point.
300am: No one is coming according to us. Jeff decided to walk the rest of the way out and get a ride out to get us. We figure there's still 3 km's to freedom. His phone is dead, so he grabs JC's. My phone is dead at this time, and so is Cherish's.
301am: Kelsey comes rumbling down the road in her truck and finds us. We run and hug her.
330am: We get out of Doumont, and Jen is still waiting. We disperse and call it a night.
I don't know what to say about yesterday. It was frustrating, exhausting, and quite an experience. The 4 of us were really positive the entire time. We didn't get on each other, and no one complained.
In all, we walked about 5 hours. We couldn't see our way for 1-2 of those hours. I'm unsure of the total distance that we covered.
I warmed up and came down around 4am. I fell asleep around then.
Edit: Just under 17km's total. Around 3-3.5km's of those in unlit brush. The time spent walking in the brush, and the time spent walking on the logging road was roughly even.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Inside The Cynic
I just realized that I'm coming up on one year of having a blog.
I've really enjoyed having a blog over the last year. I'll probably put up some sort of stat pack on the 27th.
I find a few things that are strange about writing. I have written a ton, about lots of different things, and for different reasons. I written criticisms, essays, poems, journals, yes love letters, and hundreds of pages of notes on information I'm not sure I'll ever access again. So I have taste for a pen. But I can't for the life of me write music.
It's weird. I can't seem to put words to music, or put music to any words. I think I'm going to try to study the art of writing music a little bit. It probably just takes a little practice. I sure hope it's not a case of if-you've-got-it--you've-got-it sort of thing. Then I don't have it.
Oh well. I'm finding that with practice and time, I'm slowly becoming creative in creating music on my bass. I imagine it's not too different with writing.
Thanks for reading. Comment on anything you see. I'd like to hear from you, even if it's anonymous (I just changed the settings).
'Remember you're a wreck, an accident
forget the freak, you're just nature'
I've really enjoyed having a blog over the last year. I'll probably put up some sort of stat pack on the 27th.
I find a few things that are strange about writing. I have written a ton, about lots of different things, and for different reasons. I written criticisms, essays, poems, journals, yes love letters, and hundreds of pages of notes on information I'm not sure I'll ever access again. So I have taste for a pen. But I can't for the life of me write music.
It's weird. I can't seem to put words to music, or put music to any words. I think I'm going to try to study the art of writing music a little bit. It probably just takes a little practice. I sure hope it's not a case of if-you've-got-it--you've-got-it sort of thing. Then I don't have it.
Oh well. I'm finding that with practice and time, I'm slowly becoming creative in creating music on my bass. I imagine it's not too different with writing.
Thanks for reading. Comment on anything you see. I'd like to hear from you, even if it's anonymous (I just changed the settings).
'Remember you're a wreck, an accident
forget the freak, you're just nature'
Wicked Game
This entry is about nothing but baseball.
I watched game 7 of the ALCS tonight, and it was everything I could hope for in a deciding game.
Boston was at Tampa, and the home team wound up winning. I was cheering for the rays, so I was pretty stoked. They were definitely the underdogs tonight, considering that the Red Sox are the defending world champs, and the last two games have swung momentum in Boston's way big time.
The one-hour long 8th inning was full of really good baseball and small ball subtleties that me and my dad really enjoyed. The game definitely wasn't over until the last out, and I was excited to see the team mob each other.
The rays now face the Phillies in the World Series, and I can't imagine it living up to the ALCS. Maybe Philly will surprise me. Meanwhile, I really hope T bay can keep their run going. Four more wins and it's worst to first. They already went worst to first in the division, and in the american league. Now take er home.
Hope you got to see it.
'and it's in everything I ever write'
I watched game 7 of the ALCS tonight, and it was everything I could hope for in a deciding game.
Boston was at Tampa, and the home team wound up winning. I was cheering for the rays, so I was pretty stoked. They were definitely the underdogs tonight, considering that the Red Sox are the defending world champs, and the last two games have swung momentum in Boston's way big time.
The one-hour long 8th inning was full of really good baseball and small ball subtleties that me and my dad really enjoyed. The game definitely wasn't over until the last out, and I was excited to see the team mob each other.
The rays now face the Phillies in the World Series, and I can't imagine it living up to the ALCS. Maybe Philly will surprise me. Meanwhile, I really hope T bay can keep their run going. Four more wins and it's worst to first. They already went worst to first in the division, and in the american league. Now take er home.
Hope you got to see it.
'and it's in everything I ever write'
Sunday, October 19, 2008
People Are Strange
Weird couple days.
First, since Thursday night I've been punishing my body with various cancers. I stayed sober last night, but I definitely wasn't during the day yesterday. Anyway.
Yesterday was a strange day, where everything I did was kind of foreign. I went 4x4'ing with Jeff and three other people. I didn't really know the other people, and it was kind of a tight fit with 4 of us in the cab of one truck. We went offroad to a strange place that I suppose could be classified as in Nanaimo, but it was a ways off into the bush behind Doumont. It was called Boomerang lake.
It was this tree-d in camping area where we were planning on setting up a fire and roasting hot dogs. Except there were a number of holes in this plan. First, the ones who masterminded this forgot to bring anything to build a fire with (paper, wood, etc.). We did have a lighter. Second, all the wood around was wet. And lastly, they put me in charge of creating this fire. WTF. I'm not sober at this point, and I'm trying to go with the flow in the background with these people I don't know.
It probably took me 30 mins to bring back my boy scout skills from 10 years back. I managed to get the fire started, and the smokies wound up being really good.
We got kind of turned around on the drive back, but managed to get back into town around 5pm last night, in time to get changed and go to the 'King of the Cage' event at Frank Crane.
For those unfamiliar, 'KotC' was an event with 17 scheduled MMA fights. I have been to a boxing event in Nanaimo a long time ago, but nothing like this. It was really what finished the day off as 'weird'. The event drew hundreds of aggressive penis heads out of the woodwork. Normally when I go to a local gathering with several thousand people, I can easily find at least a few friends. I had never seen most of these people, and the ones I did were the aggressive penis heads from high school. Docuhe-y was a word that just kept popping up.
That being said, the fights were amazing. There were two really memorable fights. I've liked MMA and the UFC for a while now, so I was familiar with how the fights went on. The main events were a bit of a let down, but a few undercards were awesome.
I've backed myself up a few days, as I didn't really expect to partake in half the things I did in the last few days. I had to turn down quadding/dirtbiking/jeep 4x4'ing today. I need to hit the reset button.
There's roast at my parents tonight. And game 7 of Boston/Tampa. Go T Bay.
'You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet'
First, since Thursday night I've been punishing my body with various cancers. I stayed sober last night, but I definitely wasn't during the day yesterday. Anyway.
Yesterday was a strange day, where everything I did was kind of foreign. I went 4x4'ing with Jeff and three other people. I didn't really know the other people, and it was kind of a tight fit with 4 of us in the cab of one truck. We went offroad to a strange place that I suppose could be classified as in Nanaimo, but it was a ways off into the bush behind Doumont. It was called Boomerang lake.
It was this tree-d in camping area where we were planning on setting up a fire and roasting hot dogs. Except there were a number of holes in this plan. First, the ones who masterminded this forgot to bring anything to build a fire with (paper, wood, etc.). We did have a lighter. Second, all the wood around was wet. And lastly, they put me in charge of creating this fire. WTF. I'm not sober at this point, and I'm trying to go with the flow in the background with these people I don't know.
It probably took me 30 mins to bring back my boy scout skills from 10 years back. I managed to get the fire started, and the smokies wound up being really good.
We got kind of turned around on the drive back, but managed to get back into town around 5pm last night, in time to get changed and go to the 'King of the Cage' event at Frank Crane.
For those unfamiliar, 'KotC' was an event with 17 scheduled MMA fights. I have been to a boxing event in Nanaimo a long time ago, but nothing like this. It was really what finished the day off as 'weird'. The event drew hundreds of aggressive penis heads out of the woodwork. Normally when I go to a local gathering with several thousand people, I can easily find at least a few friends. I had never seen most of these people, and the ones I did were the aggressive penis heads from high school. Docuhe-y was a word that just kept popping up.
That being said, the fights were amazing. There were two really memorable fights. I've liked MMA and the UFC for a while now, so I was familiar with how the fights went on. The main events were a bit of a let down, but a few undercards were awesome.
I've backed myself up a few days, as I didn't really expect to partake in half the things I did in the last few days. I had to turn down quadding/dirtbiking/jeep 4x4'ing today. I need to hit the reset button.
There's roast at my parents tonight. And game 7 of Boston/Tampa. Go T Bay.
'You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet'
Friday, October 17, 2008
Immortality
Great song by Pearl Jam. And a really good cover by Seether.
I discovered the song back when I bought 'Vitalogy', which is a really strange album. It was the best track on that album, imo. On 'One Cold Night', Seether covered it. It think that came out like two years ago or something. Anyway, both versions are unreal, with subtle little quirks that I love so much.
I had a job interview today. It went as well as it could have. I need to spend a week deciding whether I can commit myself to it, then call the guy with my decision. Then I do two more interviews, and start Dec. 1.
I didn't feel really stressed about the interview, but now that it's done and I'm home, I'm really relieved it's over. I haven't drank this much water in a long time. I've been really thirsty and dry mouthed all day.
Well, it's Friday afternoon, and I had a gangly week. I'm going to go play some video games, then jam with the boys later.
'Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock'
I discovered the song back when I bought 'Vitalogy', which is a really strange album. It was the best track on that album, imo. On 'One Cold Night', Seether covered it. It think that came out like two years ago or something. Anyway, both versions are unreal, with subtle little quirks that I love so much.
I had a job interview today. It went as well as it could have. I need to spend a week deciding whether I can commit myself to it, then call the guy with my decision. Then I do two more interviews, and start Dec. 1.
I didn't feel really stressed about the interview, but now that it's done and I'm home, I'm really relieved it's over. I haven't drank this much water in a long time. I've been really thirsty and dry mouthed all day.
Well, it's Friday afternoon, and I had a gangly week. I'm going to go play some video games, then jam with the boys later.
'Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock'
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Black Helicopter
This is going to be quick.
I did the 16 hour voting thing yesterday. Good times good times. This blog is going to serve as a reminder if I ever contemplate doing that again. It really sucked Mike. Never do it again.
I downloaded 'happiness... is not a fish you can catch', and I had forgotten that I love Our Lady Peace. Wow that album is awesome. It really is. You should get it and listen to it.
So I've been generally busy this week. Aside from the election, and the OLP kick, lots is going on, and I like it that way. I did ICBC this morning, and it was nice being on the it's-not-my-fault side of things. They can be assholes if you're playing the it's-my-fault game with them.
So I'm looking really forward to my job interview on Friday. I've never been so ecstatic about an interview, or a job opportunity.
Enjoy the rest of the week, and thanks for reading.
'You're going to get what you deserve
And not a bullet less'
I did the 16 hour voting thing yesterday. Good times good times. This blog is going to serve as a reminder if I ever contemplate doing that again. It really sucked Mike. Never do it again.
I downloaded 'happiness... is not a fish you can catch', and I had forgotten that I love Our Lady Peace. Wow that album is awesome. It really is. You should get it and listen to it.
So I've been generally busy this week. Aside from the election, and the OLP kick, lots is going on, and I like it that way. I did ICBC this morning, and it was nice being on the it's-not-my-fault side of things. They can be assholes if you're playing the it's-my-fault game with them.
So I'm looking really forward to my job interview on Friday. I've never been so ecstatic about an interview, or a job opportunity.
Enjoy the rest of the week, and thanks for reading.
'You're going to get what you deserve
And not a bullet less'
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Cars And Calories
Yay motor vehicle accidents.
I had a really great day yesterday, one of the best days I've had in a long time. Then last night was a pretty stark contrast.
Yesterday Landon, Saul and I went to parksville around noon to get the thanksgiving dinner going. We got the bird cleaned, prepped, stuffed, and in the oven in good time. We were drinking caesars and eating reubens, and generally having a really great time. A bunch of friends were coming over for dinner, but no one was arriving until at least 4pm, so we had some time to kill. We cranked the Van Morrison and cooked away.
I didn't have much to do, cooking wise. It was Landon's bird, and he is the stuffing specialist. I also wasn't on vegetable duty, so all that left was to prep dessert, which only took 20 mins.
A few friends showed up early, and we all went for a walk through my old neighbourhood to the beach. We kept drinking, but by dinner I was sobering up and getting really tired.
There were 11 of us for dinner, and it was a feast. I didn't have a lot of dinner actually, but I stuffed myself before and after, so I was in a good place.
After dinner I hung out for a while, then took off to hang out with Chris for a while. Me, Chris, and eight more went to BP to hang out. It was nice to see him and Kat (his wife). They're both super cool people, and I've never seen Chris in a bad mood.
After BP, I went back to Saul's place in Parksville, where a few people were still hanging out. It was getting on around midnight, and a few people were still drinking. I agreed to drive Landon's truck home with Landon and Darren. I dropped Landon off at his house, and was on my way to drop Darren off when I got into an accident with a drunk driver.
It wasn't a bad accident, but it was a collision no less, and it was kind of scary. No one was hurt, and Landon's truck wasn't too bad considering. I reacted really well I thought. I immediately called 911, and they hustled their way to the accident scene around 20 mins later. Which is strange because there are DEFINITELY cops within 2 minutes of 4th and Bruce at all times. Anyway. I wanted nothing to do with the other driver, so I didn't interact with him in any way.
There were a few telltale signs that told me the other driver had been drinking.
1. He ran a stop sign going pretty damn fast. Like he came out of absolutely nowhere.
2. Upon impact, a beer can came out of the drivers side window and landed in the middle of the intersection.
3. Upon exiting his vehicle, the driver said "it's all my fault, I've been drinking".
Anyway, Saul and Leah came right away to sit with me. Landon and Dana came a little later to see what I had done. Then Jeremy came with his tools to help with the bumper. We had a little gathering, and almost two hours after the accident, I was home. What a night.
So this coming week I have voting day, ICBC day, and friday I have a long interview that I really should prepare for. It's going to be an abnormal week, to say the least.
Looking back, it was still a really good time yesterday.
'You could have a steam train
If you'd just lay down your tracks'
I had a really great day yesterday, one of the best days I've had in a long time. Then last night was a pretty stark contrast.
Yesterday Landon, Saul and I went to parksville around noon to get the thanksgiving dinner going. We got the bird cleaned, prepped, stuffed, and in the oven in good time. We were drinking caesars and eating reubens, and generally having a really great time. A bunch of friends were coming over for dinner, but no one was arriving until at least 4pm, so we had some time to kill. We cranked the Van Morrison and cooked away.
I didn't have much to do, cooking wise. It was Landon's bird, and he is the stuffing specialist. I also wasn't on vegetable duty, so all that left was to prep dessert, which only took 20 mins.
A few friends showed up early, and we all went for a walk through my old neighbourhood to the beach. We kept drinking, but by dinner I was sobering up and getting really tired.
There were 11 of us for dinner, and it was a feast. I didn't have a lot of dinner actually, but I stuffed myself before and after, so I was in a good place.
After dinner I hung out for a while, then took off to hang out with Chris for a while. Me, Chris, and eight more went to BP to hang out. It was nice to see him and Kat (his wife). They're both super cool people, and I've never seen Chris in a bad mood.
After BP, I went back to Saul's place in Parksville, where a few people were still hanging out. It was getting on around midnight, and a few people were still drinking. I agreed to drive Landon's truck home with Landon and Darren. I dropped Landon off at his house, and was on my way to drop Darren off when I got into an accident with a drunk driver.
It wasn't a bad accident, but it was a collision no less, and it was kind of scary. No one was hurt, and Landon's truck wasn't too bad considering. I reacted really well I thought. I immediately called 911, and they hustled their way to the accident scene around 20 mins later. Which is strange because there are DEFINITELY cops within 2 minutes of 4th and Bruce at all times. Anyway. I wanted nothing to do with the other driver, so I didn't interact with him in any way.
There were a few telltale signs that told me the other driver had been drinking.
1. He ran a stop sign going pretty damn fast. Like he came out of absolutely nowhere.
2. Upon impact, a beer can came out of the drivers side window and landed in the middle of the intersection.
3. Upon exiting his vehicle, the driver said "it's all my fault, I've been drinking".
Anyway, Saul and Leah came right away to sit with me. Landon and Dana came a little later to see what I had done. Then Jeremy came with his tools to help with the bumper. We had a little gathering, and almost two hours after the accident, I was home. What a night.
So this coming week I have voting day, ICBC day, and friday I have a long interview that I really should prepare for. It's going to be an abnormal week, to say the least.
Looking back, it was still a really good time yesterday.
'You could have a steam train
If you'd just lay down your tracks'
Friday, October 10, 2008
You Fucking Love It
Grumpy as hell.
I won't take it out on you the reader, I'm just saying.
I had a good day. It was nice to work hard, and it's also nice to be tired. I haven't been tired in a while. It's been fucking up my sleeping pattern, but I figure if I work and get tired, I can turn that around.
I worked in Nanoose today at a really beautiful property on a rock face overlooking a neat little cove. It was a really cool spot to work because every time I looked up from my work, I would smile. The view stretched all the way to Mt. Arrowsmith. I had missed working for Jeff. He's a really nice guy, and super laid back at work. Not saying we slack off. We work pretty hard, we just b.s. while we go.
Now I'm home and planning on spending the remainder of my night playing online poker and/or xbox. Either one suits me just fine. Maybe I'll lean towards xbox, because at least I can guarantee that I'll come out less grumpier. I can picture myself sucking at poker, then continuing on life tilt and not sleeping again. lol. Not going there. Xbox it is.
Have a great weekend, and try to listen to some great music. I'm pretty stoked to make a cd tomorrow morning...
'Going out the door that day
Headed south is what I'd say
If you asked me, I would say
I headed south that day'
I won't take it out on you the reader, I'm just saying.
I had a good day. It was nice to work hard, and it's also nice to be tired. I haven't been tired in a while. It's been fucking up my sleeping pattern, but I figure if I work and get tired, I can turn that around.
I worked in Nanoose today at a really beautiful property on a rock face overlooking a neat little cove. It was a really cool spot to work because every time I looked up from my work, I would smile. The view stretched all the way to Mt. Arrowsmith. I had missed working for Jeff. He's a really nice guy, and super laid back at work. Not saying we slack off. We work pretty hard, we just b.s. while we go.
Now I'm home and planning on spending the remainder of my night playing online poker and/or xbox. Either one suits me just fine. Maybe I'll lean towards xbox, because at least I can guarantee that I'll come out less grumpier. I can picture myself sucking at poker, then continuing on life tilt and not sleeping again. lol. Not going there. Xbox it is.
Have a great weekend, and try to listen to some great music. I'm pretty stoked to make a cd tomorrow morning...
'Going out the door that day
Headed south is what I'd say
If you asked me, I would say
I headed south that day'
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Dweller On The Threshold
Weeeeee.
Finally. A productive day that I can be happy about. I've spent the last few weeks in a bit of a funk. Last night I kept myself awake, giving myself shit about not getting anything done. I slept great between 5am-11am. I didn't really wake up motivated, or with any plan in mind.
But I showered long, did laundry, and got stuff done around the house. I studied for a while for the tests I'm waiting for in the mail. It's tough for me to study for this test, when I don't know when it'll come in the mail. Could be tomorrow, or late next week. Oh well.
Then I organized some work for tomorrow. Thank god. I need to get my hands on some work, just some short term stuff to hold me for a few weeks while I finish getting stuff organized. I texted a buddy, and luckily he has some work for me.
I helped Jen finish her move tonight. Well, technically we didn't finish. The fridge/freezer stuff needs to be moved still. But for all intents and purposes, she's moved and can start diving into some boxes.
I went shopping tonight as well. Which was long overdue. I think part of the reason I was feeling crummy for a few weeks was because I wasn't eating very much/well.
So I bought some good food, organized some work, cleaned up my act a little, and planned what should be a great weekend. Work and dinner at my parents tomorrow. Thanksgiving Saturday. And hanging out with Chris somewhere in there.
Hope you have a good weekend.
'Holding back the fool again'
Finally. A productive day that I can be happy about. I've spent the last few weeks in a bit of a funk. Last night I kept myself awake, giving myself shit about not getting anything done. I slept great between 5am-11am. I didn't really wake up motivated, or with any plan in mind.
But I showered long, did laundry, and got stuff done around the house. I studied for a while for the tests I'm waiting for in the mail. It's tough for me to study for this test, when I don't know when it'll come in the mail. Could be tomorrow, or late next week. Oh well.
Then I organized some work for tomorrow. Thank god. I need to get my hands on some work, just some short term stuff to hold me for a few weeks while I finish getting stuff organized. I texted a buddy, and luckily he has some work for me.
I helped Jen finish her move tonight. Well, technically we didn't finish. The fridge/freezer stuff needs to be moved still. But for all intents and purposes, she's moved and can start diving into some boxes.
I went shopping tonight as well. Which was long overdue. I think part of the reason I was feeling crummy for a few weeks was because I wasn't eating very much/well.
So I bought some good food, organized some work, cleaned up my act a little, and planned what should be a great weekend. Work and dinner at my parents tomorrow. Thanksgiving Saturday. And hanging out with Chris somewhere in there.
Hope you have a good weekend.
'Holding back the fool again'
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Send It Up
New Ipod!
Oh baby. I can distinctly remember the day I bought my first Ipod, and the day I bought my second. It was a pink 4gig mini, then last year I finally upgraded to an 80gig video. That was treating me just fine until it was dropped last month at my birthday party. The screen was cracked, and the drop-er promised to buy me a new one.
Well, today was that day. There are no new 80gig classics apparently, so she bought me the 120gig classic instead. I thanked her very much, and I'm glad there's no hard feelings on the issue.
I don't have much going on, so I thought I'd just go off about my ipod. It's going to take a few days to add all the media I have onto it. I don't have usb2.0, so the transfer rate is agonizing.
Chris is coming to town in a few days. I think I mentioned that the other day. I'm really stoked. It should be a good weekend.
Thanks for reading.
'Made the skyline look like crooked teeth'
Oh baby. I can distinctly remember the day I bought my first Ipod, and the day I bought my second. It was a pink 4gig mini, then last year I finally upgraded to an 80gig video. That was treating me just fine until it was dropped last month at my birthday party. The screen was cracked, and the drop-er promised to buy me a new one.
Well, today was that day. There are no new 80gig classics apparently, so she bought me the 120gig classic instead. I thanked her very much, and I'm glad there's no hard feelings on the issue.
I don't have much going on, so I thought I'd just go off about my ipod. It's going to take a few days to add all the media I have onto it. I don't have usb2.0, so the transfer rate is agonizing.
Chris is coming to town in a few days. I think I mentioned that the other day. I'm really stoked. It should be a good weekend.
Thanks for reading.
'Made the skyline look like crooked teeth'
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Just Like The Day
What weather!
Oh man, it feels like summer again. I was out with a few friends today playing tennis. It was really nice to get outside, as I spent the entire weekend indoors. I played a few sets of doubles, and it was good to know that my tennis skills never really left. They were never solid, but I've always been decent at racquet sports. I think now that I've played a decent amount of squash, I can say that I prefer squash over tennis, and probably over badminton as well. I can hit the ball harder, and I can run harder in squash. I can't really whack the shit outta the ball and keep control in tennis, nor is it a good workout when you're playing doubles. That aside, I had a great time with friends out there.
I helped Jen move Sunday and Monday, and she's got it done for the most part. A few odds and ends need to be moved still, but it's not an issue. I'm really happy that it's over, and I'm glad the move went smoothly.
Yesterday I did training for my job that I took at the election. My position is the poll clerk. I bet nobody else at my training session was less than twice my age. I was the only person under 50 I'm pretty sure. Anyway, I voted yesterday for the liberals. Yeah, I'm gonna share that. Now Blake can grill me.
Speaking of elections, the US presidential debate is coming up at 6pm. Saul and I are going to make popcorn and watch it together. Which is nice, because he doesn't like popcorn. I'm so ready to pick kernels out of my teeth while dissecting McCain's stance on the economy. Bristol ftw.
Midweek woot. Enjoy the rest.
'And I want to play til they're kicking down the door '
Oh man, it feels like summer again. I was out with a few friends today playing tennis. It was really nice to get outside, as I spent the entire weekend indoors. I played a few sets of doubles, and it was good to know that my tennis skills never really left. They were never solid, but I've always been decent at racquet sports. I think now that I've played a decent amount of squash, I can say that I prefer squash over tennis, and probably over badminton as well. I can hit the ball harder, and I can run harder in squash. I can't really whack the shit outta the ball and keep control in tennis, nor is it a good workout when you're playing doubles. That aside, I had a great time with friends out there.
I helped Jen move Sunday and Monday, and she's got it done for the most part. A few odds and ends need to be moved still, but it's not an issue. I'm really happy that it's over, and I'm glad the move went smoothly.
Yesterday I did training for my job that I took at the election. My position is the poll clerk. I bet nobody else at my training session was less than twice my age. I was the only person under 50 I'm pretty sure. Anyway, I voted yesterday for the liberals. Yeah, I'm gonna share that. Now Blake can grill me.
Speaking of elections, the US presidential debate is coming up at 6pm. Saul and I are going to make popcorn and watch it together. Which is nice, because he doesn't like popcorn. I'm so ready to pick kernels out of my teeth while dissecting McCain's stance on the economy. Bristol ftw.
Midweek woot. Enjoy the rest.
'And I want to play til they're kicking down the door '
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Wheel
Busy few days. And the next few should be no less eventful.
Thursday night some friends decided to go out to Pipers pub on the other end of town. Some other friends of mine live near there, so after the pub I wandered over and hung out with JC. We had a few drinks and headed downtown, and got loser drunk. That term probably didn't originate from Saul, but his application of it towards me was spot on in this case.
Friday morning I woke up early and went to Vancouver with Landon. He had to pick up a raptor700 quad from some place over there, and wanted a buddy to tag along. The sushi restaurant on Hornby St was the highlight of the day for both of us. We had lots of tasty food, in a real trendy hole in the wall type place. I forget the name of the place, but I won't forget how to get there.
From lunch, we went to pick up the quad. It was a bit of a battle lifting the thing into the back of Landon's truck, but OMG what a beautiful machine. It is blue/white, and looks like this:
http://www.atvriders.com/images/yamaha/2007/2007raptor700rbluese600.jpg
Unfortunately, the guy who owns the quad, who sent it down to us in Van, forgot to send the key. Don't tease me bro. That put a bitter twist on the day for Landon.
We missed the 5 ferry, and I slept in the ferry line from around 4pm-7pm. We got home around 9:30pm last night, and somewhere along the way we decided to drink. We arrived home, and my roommates had aleady started drinking and were waiting to play music. So we played a little music, played a little catchup, and had a fairly decent go at it. Drinking two nights in a row is a little uncharacteristic for me, and I think my body hates me.
Moving on. I shipped a job interview at NR Fitness as a personal trainer. I'll be getting certified as I train and shadow someone at NR, and it'll be nice to overlap like that. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find employment until I finished my certification, and it sucks waiting on the mail for tests to arrive and be marked. So I'm really excited about this opportunity, and I love job interviews.
Tonight I'm going over to my parents house, mostly to watch game 3 of the cubs series. They lost their first two games, and it's do or die tonight. I haven't watched them play an entire game this year, and this is the most important one. Too bad it's in LA, and not home in Chicago. My favorite pitcher is throwing tonight, a guy named Rich Harden from victoria. So I'm really stoked for the game.
Jen is moving in the next few days, so when I'm not watching the cubs, I'll be helping her pack. Her new place is pretty cool and it's no farther or closer to her work, or to my house. The moving truck is booked for Monday, so it's just a matter of organization between now and then.
Monday I have a pretty busy day actually. On top of helping Jen move, I have training for the job I took at upcoming elections. It's a two hour thing in the middle of the day on Monday, then a 12 hour gig on election day. I can't forget, I also have to vote on Monday, because I won't be able to vote on election day.
Anyway, that's the long way around my weekend. Next weekend is going to be nice. Landon has the bird ready to rock, and we're going to potluck bigtime in Parksville. Also, Chris is coming home for the weekend from Ontario, so I'm hoping to hang out with him and ship 2+ thanksgiving dinners.
Take care.
'I'm on call, to be there.'
Thursday night some friends decided to go out to Pipers pub on the other end of town. Some other friends of mine live near there, so after the pub I wandered over and hung out with JC. We had a few drinks and headed downtown, and got loser drunk. That term probably didn't originate from Saul, but his application of it towards me was spot on in this case.
Friday morning I woke up early and went to Vancouver with Landon. He had to pick up a raptor700 quad from some place over there, and wanted a buddy to tag along. The sushi restaurant on Hornby St was the highlight of the day for both of us. We had lots of tasty food, in a real trendy hole in the wall type place. I forget the name of the place, but I won't forget how to get there.
From lunch, we went to pick up the quad. It was a bit of a battle lifting the thing into the back of Landon's truck, but OMG what a beautiful machine. It is blue/white, and looks like this:
http://www.atvriders.com/images/yamaha/2007/2007raptor700rbluese600.jpg
Unfortunately, the guy who owns the quad, who sent it down to us in Van, forgot to send the key. Don't tease me bro. That put a bitter twist on the day for Landon.
We missed the 5 ferry, and I slept in the ferry line from around 4pm-7pm. We got home around 9:30pm last night, and somewhere along the way we decided to drink. We arrived home, and my roommates had aleady started drinking and were waiting to play music. So we played a little music, played a little catchup, and had a fairly decent go at it. Drinking two nights in a row is a little uncharacteristic for me, and I think my body hates me.
Moving on. I shipped a job interview at NR Fitness as a personal trainer. I'll be getting certified as I train and shadow someone at NR, and it'll be nice to overlap like that. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find employment until I finished my certification, and it sucks waiting on the mail for tests to arrive and be marked. So I'm really excited about this opportunity, and I love job interviews.
Tonight I'm going over to my parents house, mostly to watch game 3 of the cubs series. They lost their first two games, and it's do or die tonight. I haven't watched them play an entire game this year, and this is the most important one. Too bad it's in LA, and not home in Chicago. My favorite pitcher is throwing tonight, a guy named Rich Harden from victoria. So I'm really stoked for the game.
Jen is moving in the next few days, so when I'm not watching the cubs, I'll be helping her pack. Her new place is pretty cool and it's no farther or closer to her work, or to my house. The moving truck is booked for Monday, so it's just a matter of organization between now and then.
Monday I have a pretty busy day actually. On top of helping Jen move, I have training for the job I took at upcoming elections. It's a two hour thing in the middle of the day on Monday, then a 12 hour gig on election day. I can't forget, I also have to vote on Monday, because I won't be able to vote on election day.
Anyway, that's the long way around my weekend. Next weekend is going to be nice. Landon has the bird ready to rock, and we're going to potluck bigtime in Parksville. Also, Chris is coming home for the weekend from Ontario, so I'm hoping to hang out with him and ship 2+ thanksgiving dinners.
Take care.
'I'm on call, to be there.'
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