Modern Times

Some of the latest off the sensors.



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Just thought I would post some semi-random picts from the last little bit of my life.

*middle photo by t.y.

Blancalicious

Sometimes I really feel as though I have lost every funky bone in my body. It doen't matter whether the funky bones were real or imagined, at some point(s) in my life I thought I was hip in a sly way. These days I'm not so sure. If I do feel really cool, a cut from different fabric, it is usually halfway through my 6-pack and I wind up injuring myself before the night is out. Is it age? Is this condition what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? If so, poor me, and poor you if you are stuck with me on the dance floor.



Might I propose a theory of funkyness? With every age comes a funkyness. Even though your numerical age changes every year and tehcnically you are aging with every breath, (Fuck off Sting), this is all nonsense. You really age in five year increments. This truth was revealed to me this summer by a great Northumberland philosopher who was evading the modern philosophical circuit by shaking a martini shaker for young, beautiful, rich women. (What a smart man!) Applying hyper-meta-theor-o-physical enlightnement laws I have decided that this, the 5-year incrementation of age, is why I feel about as cool as cold dog-shit lately. I just turned 25 (about 2.3 weeks ago as I write this) and I haven't found the perspective at which I can regain my cool hipness. I wonder how long it will take to find it? Most likely, hunting for it incessantly will not get me anywhere. More likely, I will find my new, awaiting, niche in this era of life by performing activities that make me completely forget about ever trying to be 'cool'. With this approach I will most likely encounter a period where I care more about how I think of myself rather than what others think about me.

Them.

A generous gift* from my neighbor has unlocked my vinyl collection and I am born again. It has been far too long to go without listening to 'the black' and I am now 'a pig in shit'. (Good description because I prefer to take records out and not put them back.) Oh baby, there are so many good albums to be heard once again. So many. Rare Duke Ellington, Hendrix and The Traveling Wilbury's Vol. 1 were among the first tracks to be belted out. Now Van Morrision is belting it out. ohhhhhh...... if only I could do this for the rest of the day..... or ride my bike, or work on my MG. But No. Life is not so sweet. Actually, life is rather cruel in the 'essay' and 'group presentation' department(s) so I must get back to work. Complicating my work-ethic currently is a disturbing distraction. My sister and her boyfriend are in-house and they behave like two squids in a twister competition. It looks like I'll have to leave my warm vinyl nest and brave the outdoors to go and try summarize a couple of really exciting case studies on Vit. A while being served coffee by fine, fine ladies. Wish me luck.



*- I had attempted to buy a needle at one point but the clerks at the hippity-hoppity store were more like jerks and I was biding my time before I went back in or found another needle distributor.

1/60

For the next 25 years of my life.

Here is a general truth about myself and many others. I make impulse purchases. I have control over how ridiculous the purchase is but I purchase none-the-less. My excuses vary but the all are based on specific criteria following from a life need. For instance, the need for a rear fender (a 'rat tail') on my daily ride. I made that purchase. Don't regret it. To confess further, yesterday I bought a set of metric wrenches because I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were beautiful. They still are. They are right next to me. Here is a picture of them.



Perhaps another?!


25.64% of my excuse for the purchase was the exhilarating combination of aesthetics, longevity and combined benefit of using the colours for easy identification once my eyes go in old age. The other% of the excuse was split between 'b'day spending expenses' and 'the prevention of striping bolts on my vehicles of present and future'.

That is all for now. Life calls, and I must do my dishes.

Soma

It's official. I have too many interests and not enough time. You may guess that I'm reffering to the opposite sex, and you are possibly correct, in a fractional way but I'm not specifically doing so right now. No, I'm simply frustrated with the lack of time that I can set aside for things, such as photography, which spark my mind. Apart from these 'sparkling things' I also wish I spent more time taking care of my aging body. It's in some slight disrepair currently. Nothing too bad. But these aches and pains are only going to get worse as seasons keeping rolling onwards (just like my bike wheels).


It's 15days until my 25th b'day and I find myself reflecting on many facets of my exsistence (so-called exsistence). This whole 1/4 a century concept is a bit wild but not nearly as wild as the halfway-to-fifty concept. I know that things are going to change. I can feel it. Now I just wonder how and when, and what will be the outcome. Hopefully good.... but isn't everything just shades of bitter-sweet?

Not Dark Yet

Perhaps some of you thought I was dead. Some might have thought that I was getting lazy and not putting my fairshare of input into the cyberhighway. Others might have assumed that I was busy with the insane, wild season called "the end of summer". And perhaps one person considered that I might have become Amish.

Well, whatever the reason(s) for me not putting any effort into this blog (I'm not sure myself), I've just started it back up!

Sticking to my "one step at a time" regime I will post one photo and the will be all.

I'll take "Flesh Eating Diseases" for $200

Well my last week has been kinda bitter sweet. On the sweet side I bought a new camera for myself, did some good biking and canoeing and took lots of photos. On the bad side, a filling fell-out, my right big toe really hurts sometimes, and worse of all I woke up last Saturday with a crazy, goopy, scaly, sore that's just been getting bigger despite whatever I do to it. It started on friday night, not even an hour I got off my bike. I finally went to the Hospital and got some antibiotic cream but I was disappointed that the doctor (Haukioja) didn't have a clue as to what I had either. Everybody (Hauk and two nurses) said it looked like an infected bug bite but I doubt it. I didn't feel no bug bite. It's the C-Ford plague damn-it!! ......And I want action. I want to be quarantined with pay, booze, and 7 eighteen to twenty-five year old girls. Attractive ones too! That would ease the pain and swelling. Well... one kind of swelling.

Moving onwards. This photo shows the latest trend I started. Its called "sleeping with a band-aid on your ear"


And Yes! I do look rather rough. But its 5:30am after a good night of booze. You would look rough too!
Tomorrow is one of my last 10 days off during this summer. Or maybe there are just 8 left. Where's my calendar......

I'll send this smile over to you.

Summer is always bad for one thing. It rolls by so quickly. So quickly its kind of depressing. You make so many plans to do great things and there is never enough time. I wish I could rid myself of this horrible affliction..... what is it called again?... oh yes,... a job. It sucks my time away. Which just sucks.

I've been having good times in my free days. Real good times. Mostly I've been dividing my time up between my many, many different groups of friends. Last weekend I attended a crazy field party. So crazy that I left with more beers than I came with. I witnessed Wally from high-school (Wild/crazy Wally) attempt to drink more Crown Royal than I can even imagine. He and a friend passed out cold. One with the forty in his hand. The other with the chaser, and both with un-lit cigs. Unfortuantely they had been a little reckless during the earlier part of the evening, ripping other people's shirts in half and basically being menaces. Revenge was had by others. Playful revenge, but revenge none-the-less. I hope I never pass out in the middle of a field party.


Tomorrow I take on another grand biking trip with Teddy (see here). I will also drink vodka seriously for the first time since high-school. Wish me luck.

What else are you supposed to do in C-Ford?
Practice your duck hunting?

I have kinda stopped posting pics on silentsquirrel. I decided that two blogs are just a little too much. If I'm going to spend the time giving my 2 cents into cyber-space it might as well be on the BNN. I'm still taking mucho shots (was up till 5 this morning scoping out scenes of the night sky) and are planing to showcase them in another way. I'm not quite sure how or when but... till then, here are a couple of my more recent ones.

I find myself enthralled with taking strange self-portraits.


Having other people who want to fool around with a great camera is lots of fun as well.


And taking picts of the many cats in our house. This is my cat and anyone who has met her will agree, she is arguably the greatest cat in the world. The greatest.

Shooting our property never gets boring. Its beautiful.

Random Acts of Cheesing

HOLY DISH-TRANSFERS!!!

It was epic! Girls wept, men looked shaken (not stirred), and the managers all wore black!
My last day at ESM Nobourg was a pretty one!
I will be missed. I'm pretty sure of that.
Now I'm in the milieu of red wine and custom-built martinis.
Its more $$$ but I could get an ulcer, or worse.


I think I should put up some silly pictures. It would be appropriate.
But first, some shouts-out-to:

{in, more-or-less, random order}

Ma-ha-ffy!, Big L, The Wing Machine, Team Bewdley, Shawn P & Co., Ms. Ball, Carly (the heartbreaker), Fine ass Cass, The Dutch Bombshell, beer, Court, Big and Little Thomas, "SE-GAHN", Cody, Double D, Q, Led Zepplin, Sarah G, Luigi, Meagan (times three, spelled differently), Ashley, The Garretts, Jay K, Humes and Double L, and perhaps Bob as well. I hope a haven't missed anybody.
Oh Yeah, Steph, Mitch, Shawn Todd, Princess and Andrew.

And now photos in completely random order:

Good Vibrations

WOW! Its so nice outside. I haven't worn a shirt today. OK, so I've on;y been up for an hour and a half but you get the point. The weather is sweet.... and to think I was wearing longjohns 10 days ago (and witnessing basil plants having a rough time). Summer has started in the old Northumberland and I sure hope it proves to be a good one. Tons of people are back from school (and other adventures) and weeks seem to be going by in a blur already.
I do wish that a certain BNN would drop me a line when he was in the PHD so i wouldn't have to keep tabs on his where-abouts from a drunken, but very witty, 8 fingered friend as we get checked out by every girl in the CBG......
So as i wait by the phone I'll throw up some pics from the last little bit.

(pause to flip record)

This is one of many picts taken at the celebration of TD turning 25.


and here is another.

The picture is less than stellar because I was effed and I didn't have a flashlight. However, if you are ever in need of some serious laughs then get 3 drunken friends together with lots of fireworks (sounds safe already). Put them ontop of a windy hill and watch them attempt to light the explosives inside an outhouse and make it back out before someone takes a fireball in the face. PURE GOLD!!!



Well.... My cheese is starting to sweat so i best be eating it soon. Shine on you crazy diamonds.

From East to North

Yeah for me! Since I last blogged I have been accepted into UofGuelph and I have landed myself a job at a better restuarant. I get to work with Johnny D!!! It's gonna be sweet..... or so i really hope. Only uptight and/or anal rich people could bring it down.

In other news: I also had some ripping good times with Teddy as I took care of my parents house for a week. (For those who know, stay tuned for futher updates, as I will put them up once I fully recover.) I got to perform some of the nicest drunk cycling accidents that i have been part of in 2006. Who knew gin and tonics and beer and smoke don't go well?!? Seriously, all those who read this and know of the "the place" back in highschool, Teddy and I have "the new place". You should all come and see it some time. And drink beer. It's effing grand.
I really want to ask: why keep your socks on?

The lesson with this photo is don't throw rocks at lonesquirrel, your barrel will float away.

I would like to take this moment to say "well done Weldon"! I owe you a drink. And please don't mock me for finishing after you. If you do, I'll wrestle you to the ground. Squirrel Style!



Another side note: one of our cats just came in and he has motor oil ALL over his legs! How did that happen? I took a pict but I won't download it for a while so stay tuned.... BTW. Will he die if he licks it off?!? I hope not 'cause he is an ex-stray and won't let me hold him for too long, let alone rub all his limbs with a soapy cloth. Poor kitty.

Slight Hangover #37

Drinking has its downsides. The main two for me are: 1) My head and body the next day and 2) My wallet. On the upside I've developed a great relationship with codine. Wait!.... Is that an upside? Is there an upside?!? Am I too old? Too lame? What?

Some may really like getting sloshed. (I'm looking your way, leaders of the D4L) Some can do it and get away seemingly unscathed. Last night I witnessed two guys drink an entire 24 each. There are some details that are needed to justify the boast. They did it over 12 hours and it was only 4% beer but none-the-less... I will never, ever be able to do that. Should I feel inadequate? Or smart to not even try.

D4L!
I know that I will keep drinking. (even if its just to meet warm, friendly police officers) I LOVE the taste of beer and wine. As well, I like gin and tonics (and pink lemonade), black russians, whiskey and ginger, tequila, etc.... The list is big. I have never liked shooters. But I think my dislike for shooters aligns with my attitude for drinking fast.
I have learned not to try and keep up. That's it. Keep my own pace. And remember kids... if you are going to pop painkillers before bed in an attempt to try and avoid a pounding head the next day.... DO NOT USE TYLENOL! It works your liver and impeeds its ability to break down booze. Try advil. Eating bananas will help too, but I'm not about to go into why.

Good night and drink right.



Side note: This is my 21st post, which is also my favorite number.

Breathalized

WOOOOHOOOO!!!!.....

Tonight I got pulled over for speeding and then got breathalized cause I said I had 1 tallboy. (I really had two (2)). I'm not typing this from the back of a cruizer or a cell so we all know that things ended up fine,.... grand infact. Wow!, are there a lot of legalities with the breathalizer procedure. The officer gave me a wrong demonstration. He didn't blow long enough. Then he got all pissy when I did just like him. How the fuck should I know that I really had to blow until the buzzzer stopped? Damn.

Well that's it for now. I've gots to be getting to bed after this tall boy. I don't have any pics of the party I was at, though I took TONS with other people's cameras, and I didn't take a snap shot of the cop so I will just post I shot I took in the car last week.

I think I'm in love.

Ahh... the fetish for station wagons is growing bigger. If not, then the collection definitely is. Behold,.....


This lovely beaut is the latest addition. 5 speed! No rust. A little engine that just want to rip it! .......I'm drooling. Of course, no love is perfect. The rear hatch needs a little repair, one of the front brakes may be a little messed and we suspect a rear wheel bearing will have to be replaced soon. But look at it! Its red and its a shaggin' wagon!

P.S. Used car salesmen are a weird breed.