Posting should be easy!

I would really like to have a routine posting habit. I would like to wake up early and make coffee and eat a strudel and post on my blog. And then read some news. It doesn't happen that way in reality. In reality, I wake up half an hour before work and scramble to get ready and blast over to the 'deep.
Lots of cool things have happened since my last post, and I though about posting them when they were happening. I saw K-Os live here in Kamloops, he played a free show at the TRU campus. It was pretty awesome, It was worth more than free. I caught a free ezekeil t-shirt from the DJ who opened the set. It was a baby-doll, so I gave it to the girl who drove us there. I think it was the first time I've caught anything thrown to the audience.
I also went to a friends birthday party in Kelowna and had some Tom Collins' and played Beatles Rockband. I think that Beatles Rockband is awesome. I love the intro, too.
I play backgammon in the park with Nathan, it's a pretty cool activity. We bring a small folding stand and two folding chairs and set up near this old fountain.
Kanye is a jackass as well as a gay fish, as I'm sure you all have heard.
Patrick Swayze has died, which I think sucks. I think Roadhouse is awesome. and Red Dawn.
They are doing a remake of Red Dawn, by the way, with Tom Cruise's kid. Sounds like an unstable mixture to me.
I saw 9 and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.
9 was pretty sweet, good until that last bit. It had a nice atmosphere and great character design.
Meatballs was pretty rad, I saw it in 3D. It was all gloss and a few good jokes, it would probably be less entertaining in regular-sight on a small screen.

That's all for now, pals. Make good choices!

Toady's Sage advice: Do what you love. (Unless you love killing people).

Spontaneous Bloggers Block

Hello Blog Pals, I am trying to write something that will be witty and entertaining for you. It seems to be failing however, so I'm just going to mention some recent activities... In reverse chronological order!

• I watched Nightwatch with Andy and we drank some Rock Creek cider he brought, which is mighty tasty.
• I drove from Kelowna from to Kamloops this afternoon
• I played mini golf at Scandia with Joel. We both scored over +12 ( The scorecard was blank for the last 3 holes). Nobody won a free game.
• I had a delicious breakfast at Neil's Parents.
• I woke up.
• I went to sleep.
• Joel, Neil, Doug and I bonded over some Stella Artois while Neil loaded his luggage into his car.
• We found out Joel left his keys in his unlocked car, via cell phone. The father of the bride called to let us know that everything was going to work out great.
  
• We went to the research center to sneak onto the property to look for Joel's keys where the wedding photos had been taken.
• We looked through a couple cars and a few tuxedos for the Keys.
• Joel discovered he lost his keys.
• We all changed into our regular identities after the reception was finished.
• Laura and I pretended to dance together, on the dance floor, at the dancing part of the reception. We did such a good job of pretending that nobody had any idea that we had no idea! Also, there was a live band, a four piece, that played old jazz classics and standards. They had an excellent singer who was dressed up like Marilyn Monroe.
• I drank punch.
• I ate cake and apple crumble. It was delicious.
• I had a plate of catered wedding dinner buffet selections. Is that a real sentence?
• I learned much about Sarah, whom I'd never met before that day, from speeches and a slideshow.
• People hit their glasses with their cutlery many times.
• Some children savagely attacked Jake. He emerged unharmed.
• I saw Gordon and Sarah marry at a Church in Summerland, BC. It went off without a hook, which is not surprising, I've never been to a wedding that has gone sour. Have you?
• I was 5 minutes late for the ceremony. Fortunately, I was still there in time to get a seat before anything started. I will probably be late for my own funeral. I left prepared with plenty of time that day, but nature would not allow my timely arrival, as usual. There was a car accident in Westbank, as well as construction on the roads not far after. It was Saturday! Come on!
  
• I ate some breakfast sandwiches from Tim Horton's, after having woke up at 7:00 AM and dressed up all snazzy.

And that basically sums up my weekend in reverse. I'm hungry now, thanks to thinking about breakfast sandwiches and wedding smorg.
Ha, smorg.
Most of this post was written to Juan García Esquivel. Once, Stewkly lent me a copy of "Space Age Bachelor Pad Music."
It's kind of like listening to the soundtrack for Ren & Stimpy.
Well, Goodnight friends. Make good choices.

The Dead Weather

Hey true believers, I thought I should share with you guys some things: One, I haven't posted in a while. (That was for my understatement of the year nomination.) Two, I'm sorry, I left you forsook. You guys are way cooler than me, and I proved it.
Three, I saw Jack White and here are some pictures:

You can kind of see Jack White on the drums in the above.

On the left is Dean Fertita who plays guitar and synths, and standing in the middle is Singer Alison Mosshart.

I saw the Dead Weather live at The Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver. It was an awesome experience. Everyone in the band is talented. Even if it's garnered instant fame from Mr. White's involvement, the group's material is well written and well performed. But could you expect less?
I often wonder how Alison deals with being "The Frontwoman, but not the Star" thing. It was pretty obvious when Jack White picked up the Guitar for the song "Will There be Enough Water" that most people turned out for one reason: To see Jack White shred. No offense to Ms. Mosshart; she deserves more than her fair share of the applause given.

But, to the point, this show was spectacular.
I suggest you see them if you ever have a chance.
I do not suggest trying to eat 100 pieces of sashimi at the all-you-can-eat sushi place.

Dreams are made winding through my head

I'm really glad that all of the snow is melting. I like spring, but I like it best when 100 Mile is not browntown anymore. Right now 100 Mile is making it's transformation from White town to Browntown full of white people.
A copy of Alan Moore's Exit Interview finally made its way into FS. So I read it, and in it Mr. Moore tells us stories about the comic industry, the state of the medium, and a few other things. He's a very smart man; he says things "Don't trust Whitey" (see pg. 34). Reading what he tells you makes you appreciate the importance of independent publishers and writers.

This is Alan Moore, he is awesome. Note his awesome beard.

Aside from that, I've been up to the normal stuff, playing Quake with Mike and Joel. Watching Rocky Movies. Rocky IV is the definition of a bad but entertaining movie. Ghost Rider is no Rocky IV. Ghost Rider is ripe feces. In Ghost Rider's defense, it's much better than "Mad Cowgirl."
Never Watch Mad Cowgirl.

Dad: "What day is it, Jasper?"
Jasper: "Tuesday--"
Dad: "WRONG! It's NWA Day!"

Beard Rock

I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star
So inviting - so enticing to play the part
I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star

yeah beard
Cat Stevens had one
Sarah Silverman was talking about how she had peach fuzz but her older sister's cooch had Cat Stevens beard.

Papa Charlie's Meat Salad Recipe

Ingredients:

200g of deli sliced ham
200g of deli sliced turkey (preferably smoked)
200g of deli sliced summer sausage or beer sausage (depending on how sausage-y you want it)
500g of pepperoni or churizo sausage sliced into 5mm thick wheels
750g of ground beef, fried into rounds.
500g of cheddar cheese, chopped into small cubes

Method:

Tear up deli meats to look like the leaves of deli meat's cousin lettuce. In a large salad bowl, put all of the deli meats, sausage wheels, and ground beef and toss until evenly mixed. decorate the top of the salad with cheese blocks. Serve with dressings such as Barbeque, Honey Moustard, or Sweet Chili Chipotle.

Denoument

I know you're wondering how I could be adding blog entries from inside my Car in a Denny's parking lot. Truth be told, after I realized the folly of my ways, I called home to where the key was. I woke up my mom, and she and my sister drove a two-hour round trip to deliver me the key to the club. My mom is awesome. My sister's pretty awesome too. Same with my Dad, even though he wasn't in the story. Me? I'm not feeling so awesome lately.

An Honest Mistake

A harmless trip to Denny's in the middle of the night should be a simple, easy experience. You hop in your car, drive for a while, get out of your car, and enter Denny's. Those instructions don't appear to harbour any difficulty. Throw a dash of human error into the mix, and you'll receive all kinds of surprising results. There was a definite spill of human error during my trip to Denny's last night.
My friend Joel and myself had just finished watching a South Park rerun when we had decided on our trip. It was 1:00 AM, and no establishment closer than Denny's could satisfy our lust for eggs, ham, cheese, and seasoned fries. Those cravings led us to my car, and onto the highway.
When you live in the city, a trip to Denny's might not take you very long. Especially in the middle of the night, when the traffic is at a minimum. When you live in 100 Mile House, a trip to the nearest Denny's will take you roughly an hour. You have to drive out to the wastelands of Williams Lake, a city run by vampires (which explains why they have a 24-hour diner). In this case, and hour of driving seemed well worth the trouble. The only problem was, we had no idea what the true extent of this trouble was.
When we arrived at the Denny's parking lot, we avoided hitting any of the drunks who where just out of the bar, and navigated to a free parking stall. Because Denny's becomes particularly busy when the bars close, I made sure to apply the club to my car's steering wheel, ensured there were no visible goods, and ensured the doors were locked.
With my car secure, Joel and I entered into Denny's. We enjoyed some delicious "Moons Over My Hammy" sandwiches and seasoned fries, and some crappy coffee to wash it down with. When we had finished our feast, fat with the greasy ham and eggs, everything was Zen. We paid for our meal, tipped the cute waitress, and went back to the car.
This next part is where the "human error" bit comes into play. After unlocking and entering the car, I realized the key I was trying to unlock my Club with wasn't fitting properly. I double checked the key, and then the key ring. I then realized that the key I was holding was not the Club key, nor were any of the others on the ring. I had a Club on my steering wheel that wasn't coming off. Also, I was an hour's drive from home, where the Club key was sitting cozily in the kitchen cupboard.