First Gig in Ages
Hey, I had a great opportunity to play with an excellent musician and all-around swell fellow: Vince, sadly Vince's rock band just broke up and he's been looking for someone to play some acoustic songs and such with....and well, I'll have to let you know how that goes... The Gig rocked and I had a riot playing. SO cool. yeah cool. some pics of the show..(Vince is on the left)

Elect my ass... It stinks less.
What the hell am I supposed to do? Everybody lies, everybody's is an asshole but nobody thinks that they are. Everyone is only out for number one...except us, and you, not them... welcome to politics in B.C... It starts to look like a big game of twister after awhile, The "Honorable members" each take turns spinning the finger and pointing it at each other, they they all get together and pretend to screw each other while we all sit back and are supposed to be entertained?, or appeased?, or undervalued into apathy? Screw it, I'm running... VOTE FOR ME, I WOULD.

Enough

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Max'n and Relax'n

One and a.... TWO
Mood:  happy


Mr. Kaden is TWO today. Too cool, too cute, too funny, too sweet, too brave, too funky, too precocious, to prodigious, too pure, and WAY TOO MUCH LOVE! What can I say? he's the best thing in my whole life ever.

Family Fun


My Little Mr. is getting so big. It makes me sad in a strange way, I'm excited about all the new things he can say and do, but the more he learns the less he needs us... ahhh the first of many post-modern-parental-pre-nostalgic musings about the coming of age of a special little boy. His mama's not so bad either, actually she's pretty hot, I mean pretty and hot.

Stupid things are cool
It's funny, the little victory's seem to be so much sweeter than grander ideals like "health" and "happiness"... but I've wandered... here we go:

barenaked.net is a web community dedicated to Canadian indi-kings, Barenaked Ladies. Anyway, they were asking for submissions of Barenaked Ladies Cover songsto use for a "charity tribute alb um" called 'naked under the covers', so I whipped together an acoustic version of "wrap your arms around me" (my favorite BNL song BTW) and I submitted it.

They Want TO Use it...

cool

Right now It's only a mp3 on some tribute website, but it made me feel...

cool

And in my line of work, you don't feel cool very often, so I pumped my fist "tiger woods style" when my song appeared... I wonder if anyone will hear it? That would be...


Cool

I think my song is the coolest...
what do you think?

My Song
My Song



Stay Naked

Homealonley
Mood:  blue
Without the people that make it a home, this is just a house, and I am just myself. At lest it's only for a little while.

Out of the Pig sty and into the Fire
Mood:  incredulous
Oh my dear lord,

Did you know crack whores breed at an alarming rate? You think You just have one, and then a whole crew of them show up, with a car with no plates, stacked to the gills with garbage. I feel like that crocodile hunter guy " criky, look at that, thats a BEAUTIFUL specimen of a crack whore, lets toss a little rock over to her pipe, and yes! a whole slew of them are living under that garbage pile, really rare".

The good news is, my neighbor cleaned up his garbage. But the bad news is there are now 3 vehicles sitting in his back yard full of garbage and crack whores.

One step forward, two steps crack, um...back I mean.

Stay chilly

Mr. Rogers never lived next to a pig and his crack whore
Mood:  irritated
My 70ish year old neighbor is the biggest pig in the world. He leaves piles of rotting garbage all over his disgusting yard and all the crap is drifting right where my son plays, in our FRONT YARD. I've called the health department, but the bureaucratic nonsense isdriving me up the fucking wall. Today I found an empty bottle of Methadone on my lawn, nice. Oh yeah did I mention this dude has a crack whore living with him, usually the term "crack whore" is just an expression, but she really smokes crack in the backyard, and she hooks out on Kingsway.

"won't you be my neighbor?"

I think I'm going to Hell
So I stopped into `Famous Foods' to pick up some produce for dinner. The small store was fairly crowded with the usual assortment of neo-granola-post-environmentalist nature food freaks,nothing new there, I guess I fit right in with them. Anyway, as I'm making the rounds, picking up this and that I noticed an older (60ish) woman with a tweed coat and 40's style hat, she was not shopping, but approaching everyone she met down the isles asking them if they had "accepted Jesus into their hearts."

Christ, I thought to myself, then laughed out loud at my unintentional pun.

The woman made several attempts to make eye contact with me. I moved quickly down the isles, pretending to be in a hurry and that I didn't notice her. This worked quite well until I got to the check out and realized that she had beaten me there.... There was only one check out open, and she was right in front of me.

Shit...
As I loaded my food onto the revolving table by the till, she turned to me and said:

"Excuse me young man, but have you accepted Jesus into your heart?"
"You bet," I said cheerfully

She looked at me sideways, as if trying to decide weather to believe me or not.

"As your lord and savior?" she probed.
"Oh yes," I said, "just like it says in Deuteronomy"

That seemed to prove it to her and she smiled broadly,and turned back to her groceries.

I couldn't help it:

"Satan" I said in a whisper as she turned away.

The lady turned around quickly

"What did you say?"
"What?" I said with my most innocent face
"Did you say something just now?" she asked, accusingly.
"No, I don't think so" I tried to give her my best `I think you might be hearing things' look.

It seemed to work because her face went a slight shade of red and she turned around without saying anything else.After she had paid and was picking up her bag of food she again, turned and looked at me. I smiled warmly and said, " Have a great day".
She did not smile back, she turned and began to walk away.

"Satan" I said again, slightly louder than before.

The woman stopped, but did not turn around. She stood there for what seemed like an hour, as if she was waiting for some sort of divine intervention. The pierced girl at the check out was trying not to
laugh and we shared a smile as she rang up my purchase.

"That woman is in here all the time, she bugs me" said the check out girl
"Yeah, religious zealots are a pain in the ass" I replied

I paid for my food and walked past the old woman who was still standing,still as a statue.

"Satan" I whispered, quickly as I passed her and started up the stair to the street.

All I heard as I left the store was the old lady belting out the first chorus of "Glory, Hallelujah".

I giggled all the way home.