Nine fingered post.

Having hurt the middle finger on my right hand while partying it up this weekend I spent 2.5 hours in Emergency waiting for some x-rays and two sweet words. "No fracture." Those two words didn't take the pain away though, and all my beggin' for Tylenol 3's, topical novacane (does this even exist?), morphine shots and oxycadone didn't do shit either so here I am.... at home.... with 3 tall cans of Blue and an inkling for a water pipe.
My Dad is watching a taxidermy competition which is actually really humourous when not taken seriously (who the hell stuffs a skunk for their wife's b'day and then name's it Febreze?!?). HAHAHAHA Now some lady is showing her old Jack Russell to her new Jack Russell.... the living dog is just freakin' the hell out. GOLD. Especially because she trying to act all calm in front of the camera and is introducing the dogs to eachother. Crazy.

Now for a photo pause.

This shot (taken during a previous night) is of the fellow who was present during my injury and did his very best to help an injured squirrel... his good karma will hopefully strike him between Sept 20 and Oct 7.

Time for tall can #2.

I haven't posted for awhile and I'm trying to figure out what has happend since. I just checked my photo collection to get my bearings and found a couple of shots which I could yap about. Sean told me that girls always dig cat shots so I'd better get some up.


This is the first of ~300 cat picts I currrently have and it is of the stray cat ("Moo2") that comes by 3 times a day for food. He was feeling spunkish, clearly.



The next shot I took to share with all of you is of a big beer. I have lust for big beers. This one was just too expensive for my nut-hoarding economics but I had to take a shot of it for a good buddy. This one's for you Donnelly! Yeah!





As my life is rather boring lately (except for all the BSBlogging) I don't have much more to throw up in cyber space. The last shot for this post if for Natural Kinds. It relates to his comment about wanting to park his bike in odd places. They're already doing it in Golden, B.C. Especially the 7 year old girls.

Time for tall can #3.

Small Town Story #1

I'm about to go to bed but I would like to share a Small Town Story (don't double guess my capitals!).

Background Info: I go swimming at the YMCA in Nobourg.
End of background info.

Last week, Tuesday I think, I was searching for a parking spot (there is always tons of parking) and couldn't help but notice this truck and how its driver solved the same dilemma.


Then I noticed the sticker...

...it explained everything.

Yeah Nobourg!

Night.

Detox, don't you mean retox?!?

I hung out with a good buddy on fri-sat. It was fun... F-U-N!!! I've been on an informal bender ever since. Again, F-U-N. (not implying that hanging out with good'ol buddies always means binges, that is what we have statistics for!)
Right now I have a bunch of Rooster Claw and Lowenbrau coursing through my system plus I'm listening to some Leadbelly. One dangerous combination. It has spurred me on to put up a bunch of photos of friends. I hope you all enjoy.


First I will post a shot of myself. This is in Kensington Market, during a silly Dylan look-a-like contest which went on between my sister and I. (not sure who won)


These fine gentlemen are being very generous to the photographer during an extremely manly wrestling match on New Year's Eve two years ago. They are such great sports.




Ma-ha-ffy. If you know, you know. If not, too bad.




This is during a very refreshing evening, full of laughter, Sauza, red caps, and the chronic. You can probably tell that this is during a debate on abstract mathematics.
p.s. The right side of this picture is part of Team Dutch.

His name is Bond, Wyatt Bond.



So look out ladies, and super villains.




This is the group a chums I hung out with on Newyear's eve just about 3 weeks ago. We are actually having a good time because we finally got through all our hangovers. You can even see my mom in the bathroom looking at her hair.

This is later on in the evening. You can tell that we were about to party it up all over again. The only horizontal person is the majority of the trouble. You can tell by the way he smiles.
(again the picture is monopolized by Team Dutch... yeahhhh)


This picture is cool, considering that is was taken in two different parts, with two different people, in two separate times. The only things connecting them are the wrecked photographer, and the pop bottles, the Canon software, and that their names include 'pat'.



Q: What do you do when you are at a cottage, the weather is shitty, you have lots of intoxicants, lots of energy, a lake, some golf balls and a digital camera?

A: Take this pict.




That's all for now. I'm tired.

Unsorted everything!

This photo is of the vinyl collection which continues to sit in my room and remain unsorted. I was given this mass of records from a very good friend who just didn't have the interest nor space to keep'em. I have been getting around to sorting them for.... mmmm.... about 6 weeks. *sigh* Sometimes I believe that entropy is secretly ruling my life and that everything that is not in complete chaos is a fluke.

Example B: My dresser.

It was bound to happen.

This is what my little sister gets for repeatedly lifting my camera and taking pictures of herself.

Trigger Happy.

What can I say? I like to take a lot of photos. I've gotten myself quite into digital photography in the last 3.5-5 years and as of this moment I have 15473 photos in iPhoto. It's a little out of hand. I could probably cut the collection in half if I really wanted to but it takes so much time to sort through them all and make important decisions. I not really fond of saying good-bye to any of them... unless they are complete screw-ups (you have to draw the line somewhere). One problem with having so many photos is that i can't decide which ones to share. .... See... I just spent 20min ripping through my collection looking for a shot for the moment... couldn't make up my mind so i'm going to put up 3 highly unrelated pics.


I took this shot on one of my last hikes in Yoho National Park, B.C. The 'big' lake is called Lake Oesa and is right next to Lake O'hara.


Yours Truly.


The pond in my back yard. This photo is 'noisy' because I took this shot at ISO 1600. I like the noise. All the photos have been modified in top secret ways. Though nothing was fabricated in photoshop... I just played with the white balence and saturation levels....etc.

Juggling

I taught myself how to juggle last Sept. and I'm damn happy I did! Its highly addictive and good for you. I recommend it to everyone... even, no, ESPECIALLY to those unfortunate enough to only have one arm. I haven't learned how to throw more than 3 balls but I'm having a great time getting my stamina up and mastering some tricks to show the ladies. If you don't believe how fun juggling is just check out the photos. Them jugglers be having a blast. (WARNING: Throwing both knives and balls is highly difficult and should be avoided unless you are a black and white drawing or ridiculously talented.)

Seasons?

Today I changed my car's oil.... nothing really special about that but I was amazed that I was doing it without a jacket, or gloves, on. I don't mind the weather being this mild (especially for working on vehicles outdoors) but it is kinda strange. I would be pissed if I had purchased all the latest snowboarding gear instead of this here iBook and Airport Express (which is allowing me to blog on the can).

Other issues: Detox is hard for lonesquirrel. It's going well, not perfect, but well. I believe that the detoxifrication process will not be short-lived, cold-turkey style, but more of a gradual process going from LOTS-of-toxins, to not-so-many-toxins, to a-few-toxins-once-in-a-while over a long period of time. One of my problems with detox is sleep. I have issues sleeping without some type of distraction. Be it two pints, a fatty, or some fine, young, squirrelette. Or all of the above. Hell, anything. hmmmm... Its hard to perscribe to myself, but maybe I need less sleep.

Well, I'll leave you with a photo of myself savouring the last beer I drank. Here's to BIG bottles.

The eye of the squirrel.

Kinda scarry, but not as beady as one might expect.

hmmmm.... I must admit, that after thinking up this brilliant title for a blog I have little to say right now. I guess I should mention that I am attempting to detoxificate myself as a test of personal will power.
"What toxins do squirrels like?" you may be asking yourself.
"Many." I will answer.
But I will tell you that this one is not feeling so young anymore. I can't climb as fast, jump as far, and my coat just doesn't have its healthy sheen. Plus I can't remember as much as I would like from my days in squool.
I'll be keeping this blog up to date on my progress and detoxified thoughts.

In the mean time.... I'm hungry.

Chow!