Peter the bourbon drinking... something

peter. here he is. and his wifey.

Now, peter's a nice guy. he's good people.

but sometimes...
he goes out and buys a bottle of 107 proof bourbon and writes me on msn as he takes the first shot.

...peter knows i like bourbon. peter knows i like 107. peter knows i have no liquor. peter knows how to make me mad.

good ol' peter
now to go get a glass of water.

New Baby Pics

weird...

i swear it.
today i was walking past a starbucks with a tim horton's coffee, and everyone inside looked at me and hissed!
...like a cat...
or a vampire. evil tim horton's hating vampires. although they didn't have long teeth. but they DID have straws under their top lips....odd.

New Blog Soon

I'm thinkin of starting a new blog. I think i'm gonna call it, "Idiocy in Music".
it'll focus on stupid things that lyricists put in songs. y'know, those lines that are catchy and that you sing, then 4 years later it's stuck in your head.
such as, " ..." , ok i can't think of anything right now.
but you know what i mean. i hear it all the time.
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I've decided that the Toronto Subway is more of one large blind date, than actually a subway. Canada's Blind Date.
how? have a look see.
people get themselves all dressed up, then travel to a subway station.
after they get on, so begins the commuter date.
you spend the whole time either rubbing up against someone, or being breathed on.
you're nervous because SOMEONE is staring at you, and you try not to make eye contact.
you never feel comfortable, and you don't actually KNOW these people.
And SOME of these people you've seen before, maybe more than once. this is called a "relationship". 7 stops down the way, you see a person that was at your busstop and because you've seen SO MANY people in that last 20 min, you feel like you KNOW this person. do you say hi? NO. and they don't either. you see them tomorrow at the busstop. it's almost like the 2 of you have moved in together... into the busstop. you could almost critique what they wear. "no. i don't like that hat.... wash your hair... RRRRAAAAA STOP LOOKING AT ME!!"
see?
ok, i exagerated some of that, but it's not far off.

1 dollar

you know when you go to the dollar store? and you buy something for a dollar? do you expect it to be the best of quality?
...noooo
then how come when i go to Tim Horton's and i spend 1 dollar, i FREAK when my coffee isn't the best? which is most of the time.

...ssstiiiir. stir the coffee. your job isn't that hard. is your job stressful? do you need a massage person to come to your job? do they set up a table by the doughnuts? sneak a lemon twitter when you're not looking? do you make THEM good coffee?
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rememeber Back to the Future? it's always been one of my favorite movies... anyway. SUPPOSEDLY back in 1988 (when the movie is set) they need Petroleum to fuel the car. and it was hard to find. they made this huge deal about finding petroleum. "OH blah bla petroleum! wa wa we cry all night, petroleum."
what's petroleum?
...oil
crude oil. it started being used in the construction of BABYLON!!! you stupid people! if you're going to make a movie, learn your history... or at least the history of words that sound weird to you.
you're driving a CAR!!! which uses OIL!!!!
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you know what?
chicken butt.

bags, shave, life

I'm at a house the other day, cleaning the gutters, which, is just the BEST job in the world. Anyway, i have to take the leaves, put them in bags, put the bags at the end of the driveway... and i do it... cuz i'm just that good. so then there's this guy down the road. he's got the same job as me. what's HE do? throws the leaves on the ground then rakes 'em across the road to someone elses lawn. ... is that easier?...can i do that? where do i get a rake. GIMME A RAKE!! ...bags... bustin' my a** with bags

i have this idea. homeless people. when they start, they should shave their head. that way, we know how long they've been homeless...

when i'm drinking something, like i mean, REALLY into it, don't talk to me. if you do it, you are stupid. cuz i'm not listening. i've spent all my time making my coffee, or staring into the fridge deciding, and you want me to suddenly give YOU my attention? no. don't talk to me when i have a cup at my face.

*note to Tom Cochrane*
I don't care what you think life is like, i still hate your song.

2 exciting things...

1. i have JUST been added as the new contributer of BrewWho? i'm a cafe reviewer! i am officially a snob. part. everyone part. i'm walking through. don't touch me. i review cafes.
this is gonna be great. find it HEAR... i mean, HERE --->
BrewWho? brought to you by our awesome friends at Zyconium.

2. Over the Hedge is an awesome movie.

the keg of sorrow

so we're drivin down the road today, cuz there isn't any offroad in the downtown T-Dot. traffic was tight so we were movin slow. aaand there's this beer truck parked, with the driver deliverin kegs. i don't know WHY... but he takes out 5 kegs outta the back, puts them on the street, then takes ONE in.
...i think every canadian that saw that had the hardest battle of their LIFE, at that particular moment. i did.
"KEG!"
i said that. but there were actually four still there, so i shoulda said "LOTSA KEGS!!"
if i woulda been driving i would have HIT the guy in fronta me. i wasn't lookin at the road and i wasn't lookin at the kegs. i was lookin to see if anyone ELSE saw them. are people RUNNING?
it's like in grade school when a kid would throw like, 20 marbles and scream, "SCRAMBLE!"
... i wanted to scramble. just grab one. both arms! don't even pick it up. just hold it and yell, "MINE! I call THIS one. it's MINE. ME. MINE... NAAAAASTAY AWAY FROM MINE."
... but i'd be the only one there. the other kegs all alone.
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i bought these gloves today. now, i'm not a glove kinda guy. and i think that guys that have those, leather gloves, probly think that i'm impressed for some reason. i don't know. just a feeling i get. anyway. i bought gloves. but since i would never buy "hey i'm cool and fancy"-gloves, i bought work gloves. cuz they are practicle. BUT... only as practicle as how smart the person is buying them. there is definately a ratio of smartness to glove practicality.
Smart : Practicle
... am i spelling practicle right?? whatever. MAN i've gotten stupid.
yeah, SO. i get these ones with the rubber on the front, but not the BACK. and when am i using them? on the coldest wetest day of the year, while cleaning out gutters full of freezing water.
...
dumb : bad choice
see? it works
my hands were wet all day. not dirty! just numb.

time to get out the igloo

so i've discovered that i like to thaw hamburger in the microwave. that's right... DISCOVERED! screw you Columbus, this one is MINE!
funny how our society has changed over the years. words that we used to use, should be used for other things, and given new names. like microwave. sounds like an ipod accessory.
"i bought the nano."
"well i bought a new MICROWAVE!"

it should be called the Food Cooker. "It Cooks your Food!"
or the RadBox. which actually sounds like a second option to a vesectamy. "just put them in there sir."

i want a cell phone. and my space bar is sticking ...ok better. ya. cell phone. i just don't know who to go with. anyone but rogers. i hate rogers. hate hate hate hate.
i'm boycotting Rogers and staging a revolt. a throw-down. a take over. then sell to Bell... or Alberta. rogers is buyin everything up. they bought the Skydome (the Rogers Centre), telus...
...ok that's not everything, but i still hate rogers... and Crispers. what ARE they??

Clip

I can't beleive this was on Jeopardy...

http://koutuk.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-ho.html

cuz i do

ever wanna hit someone in the back of the head?
i mean, really, REALLY hit them.
and while doing it, yelling, "YOU are SUCH an IDIOT!!!!!"

yeah, i do. remember i said that in the title? cuz i said it. and i do. you can probly see it. just look up.

Guess what... X gonna give it to ya.

so for SOME reason, i decided to put this song on my mp3 player the other day. i have NO clue why.
X gonna give it to ya - DMX
ok. i don't listen to much rap. but whatever. as i listen to this song on the bus, i'm bustin a gut. here is how the song starts.
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arf arf
ya ugh, ya.. ya ugh
*growling*
yeah don't get it twisted, this rap is mine
*growling*

what you heard is what you hearin'
it's what you hearin' - listen
it's what you hearin' - LISTEN
it's what you hearin' - LISTEN!!

chorus 1
X gonna give it to ya
ugh
He gonna give it to ya
X gonna give it to ya
WHAT?
He gonna give it to ya
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ok...this guy has a serious problem. him and Little John... or Li'l Jon, or whatever.
lil jon - snap yo fingers
"snap you fingers, do ya step.
you can do it all by yoself. lemme see ya do it.
EH!!"
then later
"wwwwWHAT???
eeeeYEAH!!
WHAT??"
----------------are these guys hard of hearin'? lil jon is NOT canadian.
rappers talk in the third person. but at least they're IN the room. DMX is comin' sometime LATER. i mean, he's GONNA give it to ya.
and the tellin me what i already know. please, tell me some more. "what you heard is what you're hearing"?
i could make a song.
easy.
what you read, is what you're readin'
wwwWHAT??
you can do it all by yourself, lemme see you do it
EH!!!

it's like having a conversation with a child. "eat your peas. lemme see you do it. i have something for. i'm gonna give it to ya. Deacon's gonna give it to ya." kid's like, "what? just GIVE it to me" your like, "what sound does a dog make?" kid - *growling*

...stupid

Subway Mouse

So today was a good day. i saw and experienced many strange and aweful things. i decided to carry pen and paper with me so i could keep track of everything, to be able to write on this... well, i had paper, no PEN! RAAAGH! do you KNOW how frustrating that is? you have the desire, the WISH to write something down; for years, CENTURIES, man has been putting things on paper... or at least chisel some stone... AND I DON'T HAVE A PEN!!!! not even a dirty spoon. ANYTHING!

it was horrible. i had to remember.

so my day goes as such...
i'm at the bloor/young station, waiting for the subway. trying not make eye contact with ANYONE. hey, I'M not the freak. you are... it's the subway rush, so i'm in a crowd. i look down at the tracks and see a mouse. then i see more. they are everywhere. hiding. one'll run out then run back.
i think i'm the only one that sees them. so i look at the people standing next to me. it's all women, and a man with earings. ALL, i wanna do is say, "hey, look at those dirty rats." - hoping that someone screams and fall on the tracks and get electricuted. maybe the earring-man.
then i see a mouse run over to another mouse (we'll call this one stephanie), the first mouse is movin around then stops at steph. steph does not move. stephanie is dead. what's the first mouse thinking? where they friends? did they KNOW each other?
"hey, hey bud. hey. guess what... a woman fell on the TRACKS... bud? s-stephanie? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
which would sound alot like,
"sqwee, squee sque. squee. ski squee.. sk-skwisquee sa swa skwik squee... sque? s-stephanie?
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

so i'm climbin a ladder to clean the windows at some lady's house today. when i get there, i find i'm at the bathroom, RIGHT across from the mirror. so i made faces at myself.
and they will NEVER know. i have defiled their mirror. i bet NOONE has done that to that mirror, but ME. HAHA

from now on "Depeche Mode", will be said in a french accent.
De pish mmoud

i'm on the subway. the train is stopping to pick up a crowd. there is a crazy man with his thumb stuck out.

turkeys

Turkeys do not look like this







They look like THIS!


what the hell IS that??
i mean, LOOK at it. it doesn't have a beak.
i'll try and make it bigger. one sec.





bad quality. whatever.
it's brain is OUTSIDE it's skull!
so what happened that we started eating these? did one just pop out of a bush one day and a pilgrem (we'll call him stephanie) said, "HOLY CRAP! my EYES! ugh... mmm looks tasty."
he brought it back to the camp, and a guy said, "hey steph, look out! there's a mangled dog next to you! ... and it's feathery... what is that?"
"no no... we're gonna EAT it."
"gobble gobble"
"AAH"
"what did it say?"
"it said SHOOT ME NOW!"
"gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble"
"AH. get the indians."

who grows up as a normal child, goes to school, graduates, and when asked what he's gonna DO with his life, he says, "i'm gonna grow TURKEYS, and supply everyone with turkey dinners. i wanna feed 'em, and take care of 'em, and pet 'em, and then KILL THEM!!"
yeah i'd wanna kill em too. but i couldn't spend my life with them. "nope. nope. I'M not goin' outside. i ain't lookin at those UGLY B**TARDS no more!"
--WHY, does it's head LOOK like that? with it's evil eye. turkeys are evil.

here are some more turkeys. "here pretty bird. prettybird prettybird."

ok...

so i have to start carrying a paper and pen around, cuz i keep getting these good ideas to write about, but i forget them all. so that means that all the thoughts that i've forgotten will be missed out on by the world.
my arm is in something sticky. what IS it?? eew. dried-up glass bottom droppings.

my child snorts when she cries.

why do the gilmore girls hurt my head.

i want a Wii. if you don't know what a Wii is, google it. ... .....sorry, i shouldn't have said "google it". i hate it when people say that. "hey, just google it, dude." ..."HEY, just ...you... um" ok my insults aren't working today. i can't think.

hey, hey. i just figured something out. one of my brothers' name is Logan Day. i'm gonna call him Day-Lo.
get it?
like J-Lo?
ugh... i reaching.

men who dress in peach, are self absorbed.
men who dress in pink... look dumb.
i wear neither. but still look dumb and am self absorbed.

i wish i had a large peice of nougat. i love nougat. and it's white. so i must love all things white.

Barrie

ugh.
i have to go to barrie today. and it's SATURDAY!!
the guy i was workin for called me yesterday and told me not to bother comin up cuz it was rainin. so now, i have to go get my gear cuz i'm not workin with him this week.
gonna cost me 2 bus rides, like 40 bucks... and why is the music i'm listenin to CRAP!!??!?

ok better.

music, cold, wheel

haha i just saw a woman running in the rain. you suck. get an umbrella.

know when you geta song in your head? like, i don't mean, a nice memory. i mean 17 FREAKIN HOURS!!
ya, isn't that annoying?
maybe if you like the song or if it's someon..... na. it always sucks. you always end up hating the song after.
well. last night my bro and i were talking about a song. what song?? who was it????

...
WEIRD AL!!
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GET OUT OF MY HEAD WEIRD AL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you're not funny after the 30th time.
so now that i'm a nerd for actually KNOWING his lyrics, i'm gonna go eat a bottle of aspirin.
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so i have a cold... or maybe a deadly virus where my sinus is gonna blow up, and i'm gonna cough up one end of my large intestine. cuz that's what it feels like. hey, you never know in toronto. you lick one subway rail and you get sick. geez
anyway. so i go buy "medication". i got NeoCitrin. i get the citrin part. but what the hell does Neo mean?? i've been racking my brain. they better not mean new... as in, New Citrus. cuz if this is the new lemon, take it back. it sucks. you have to put it in water. it looks milky but the milk was bad and it went all flaky. mmmmmedication
NeoCitrin costs 10 bucks for the box. box of 10. math... a buck a peice. i feel like i'm prepaying for my future coffees. i got up this morning and wanted a coffee. then i remembered my new lemons. but i was kinda conflicted. i mean, my JAR of coffee was only 5 bucks. that's like 50 coffees. i can't even DO that math! that's AWESOME!
coffee = 10 cents
neoblah blah= 1 dollar
if i drink it i might be wasting my 1 dollar right? anyway i'm sick so it's not a waste. if i drink when i'm NOT sick it's a waste.
oh, and if you get NeoCitrin, look out for the packaging. it's like they packaged it for safari.
slogan - "Every cup wrapped in a sheet in Tin!"... KNIVES can't pentrate this stuff. i'm there struggling on the floor, my foot on my head, using my teeth AND a knife!

...who has a cold and goes on safari? give all the africans a cold. "here, have THIS. now dieing of aids will be fun!"
how do you spell "dieing"? is that right?
diing
dying...
speaking of dieing, have you seen Vanna White? Give her a CANE!! help her OUT, PAT! she can only push those letters so long.
soon she be coming on the show with a walker and a red silk throw-shawl thing. i mean, gotta look GOOD, right?
actually she used to TURN the letters. now it's all digital. she just touches them. i've seen the letter flick on before she actually gets to them.
how's THAT for the ego? what message are they giving her? "we don't ACTUALLY need you. we have a younger girl up in the BOOTH doing it" - we'll call this girl Stephanie.
do Vanna and Stepahanie fight?
Stephanie will never fill Vanna's shoes. cuz they're ORTHOPEDIC!!
Vanna needs a high arch.

New Baby Pics!!

NOT GOOD ICE CREAM!

ashaya says, get some ice cream.
so i go to the store, and i look around for the one she wants. it's not there. i'm glad. i ate too much of that kind when i was younger, now it makes me wanna vomit to think of it.
...kinda like Rosie O'Donnell
i've had WAY to much of her and i wanna vomit when i think of her.

SO
i find this , what i would assume, awesome flavour.
see, i like caramel
i like cashews.
why not have them together in one super-jumbo, mammoth-awesome, super-fantastic... FLAVOUR??
well, they made it but it sucks.
!!!WARNING!!! --- it's called Caramel Cashew.
how easy was it to come up with THAT name? i wanna meet the guy that thinks this kinda stuff up. "you got you got vanilla and cherries? i call it Vanilla Cherry Ice Cream. you got blackberries and cheesecake? i call it Blackberry Cheesecake Ice Cream. you got honey and dijon? i call it Honey Dijon Ice Cream."

what i'm gettin at is that i don't like that kind. i shoulda got Chocolate Cherry. cuz i like BOTH THOSE. how bad could it be, eh?
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so i came up with this awesome... well, funny, name for my business.
actually i just have the abbreveation.
i call it
ME
i don't know what that is. Maintenance E????? Maritime E?????? M????? Enviromental???????
i don't know. anyway. i figure it's funny.
what's better than when someone says to someone else, "hey, who does your WINDOWS!??!" ...they say, "ME"
or
who's your contractor? me
i could put decals on my van. ME
my shirt could say ME, my hat, ME
then, later, when ME is big, i start a new company called, Im
the slogan would say, "Im part of ME"
HAHAHAHAHA
then, i get together with another guy and start US
"ME a division of US"
ya i could go on forever.
my baby is crying, bye

Ever see Night of the Living Dead???

well, that's me RIGHT NOW!!!!
man, i'm tired. you thought i mumbled when i was 14?
i'm walkin around the house here, "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, rUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!"
with my arms out
"RAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHH!!!!!!!"

it's only 1:00 and my day is ruined. i don't think it can get any worse.
here, lemme tell you how. you have no choice... unless you look away BUT YOU CAN'T HAHA.

ok, so i get some/not much sleep last night, then have to get up at 5:00 to get on the first city bus... i overslept. by fifteen minutes. so i missed the first city bus. had to take the second.
takes me an hour on the subway to get to the Yorkdale Mall, where the GO bus (intercity bus) station is at. yay... i'm going to barrie.
i walk down the stairs to go buy my ticket and watch my bus leave without me.
i started moaning again, "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh"
so i have to take the subway back home an hour. my battery died in my radio along the way.
... so, i can kinda deal with all that. i mean, i lost alot of money on that but i'm tired. i need to sleep.
i get home, sleep with my little Zoe-Jane. get up, make coffee.
OUT OF SUGAR!!!
RRRRRRAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGHHHHH!!!!!
... with my arms out, stomping around.

how high off paint fumes??

i've been painting all day. ugh.
for anyone who doesn't know dini... this is my mothernlaw. she buys paint. brings it here. apparently i'm going to be painting today. she brings a bed, cuz our awesome comfort KING bed, is too big. now i have a double. i'm scared.
scared i will fall off.
so i put my super freakin king bed out in the hallway of the building, not knowing what i'm gonna do with it. so i started painting.
when we originally talked about paint, i recall saying,
"aaaah. i hate purple. anything but purple."
what does she get?

...? purple.
oh, but it's not purple. it's red. no it's from the red "family"... it's purple. it's from the PURPLE family.
but it's not so bad cuz it's this dark purple... not at all close to say, a red. it's kinda like a black olive colour. although i feel like a king now. i have purple everywhere. like i'm royalty.
i'm a king without my king bed.
ya so the bed. i left it there. it took care of itself. people kept coming and asking for parts of it. which is weird. noone actually said, "HEY! is that a BED?? can i have the WHOLE THING??"
no. it left in peices. like, how many people out there have king beds, and just MISSING peices?? "hey there's that peice i NEED!"
or maybe people think, "this peice is better than MINE! i want THAT one!"
but none gave me their crap peice. there was no trading of king bed parts.
... but i will trade other things. like my purple wall for ... anything.
naw the wall is ok.
the worst part is that actually only 2 walls are dark red (*whisper* purple).
the other 2 are pink.
WHY??? WHY DOES SHE HATE ME?!!?
i no longer call the bedroom, "my" room.
i claim the bathroom.
"yeah, ah. i'm gonna go take a shower in my room."
...works for me.

here's a story...
k, c y r u t?
y r u pn.
g, u b cn a l 'f a 1.

haha i just made that up. the more i read it, the less sence it makes. don't think too much of content. just be impressed with me.

Baby pictures!!

ok, here are pictures, cuz my email wasn't working properly...

news, fish, home

it's been a bit since i wrote on here. a few things have happened.
i now work for myself. i don't have a name yet, workin on that. i contract under 8 different companies to clean windows. there are a few that i work with regularly, and the rest the odd time. it's ok so far.
hard to find work in the winter, but i had an awesome job come up. 3 winter months doing hirise caulking at a great wage. only problem is it's 3 hrs north and i'd be gone 5 days at a time. i'm gonna see if 3 days/wk is ok. shouldn't be a problem.
ashaya is due nov 18. so we have less than 2 months now. everything is going fine. i'm just about to paint our apt. was gonna do it today, but i'm pretty sick with this stupid cold. i don't wanna do NOTHIN'.
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ok, so what the hell? why does anyone even compete with heinz?? i mean, everything else SUCKS! i was at this restaurant the other day, i get breakfast (sucked too) and i wanted ketchup for my potatoes. they give me this generic red squeeze thing. i'm goin', "aw man. what's in this?"

it wasn't heinz. so my crapy potatoes tasted even worse... good. exactly how i wanted to start my day. oh... OH! THEN.. i went to the same place for lunch, which for some reason i like to call dinner. i get the "house special". which is fish n chips. which makes me happy cuz i like fish. it's hard to find good fish in toronto. and this MUST be good, it's the "house special".
was it good? ...NO! house CRAP!! i think they got the fish outta a box at NoFrills. i ask for tartar sauce. they give me those little packs of kraft. wha? ah..c'MON! tartar sauce is the EASIEST thing to make!
so 2 things i have sworn off in toronto (ya, SWORN off) is fish and alexander keith's draft, which are both only good back home.
there, 2 more reasons to miss home.

freakin BORED!!!!

ya so, now, cuz i have NO! car. i'm stuck not doing some of the jobs i could be doing. such as : jobs in barrie, or ... around. when i had the car i was all OVER the place. barrie, north bay, owen sound, mississauga. those were long days. i heard north bay is the pregnancy capital of canada

so now i can't schedule those big jobs. i've done one job since then. a preasure washing thing on jane at 4 in the freakin morning. i'm getting pretty stressed out.
i applied for this job. not contracting. but a REAL job. haven't had a real job in a long time. i've been doing seasonal for too long now. it's this building that i work cleaning it. like hallways and crap like that. dusting. BUT!! i get to live in the building! i'd get this freakin HUGE 2 bdrm apt worth over 1200/month! they pay all my utilities!. i just have to pay internet/cable/phone! and i still make like 14 bucks an hr!
hope i get that. then i don't have to worry about running out of work in the winter, right around when the baby is on it's way... WHICH, we went to the doctor-woman for the ultrasound! REALLY cool! they gave us some pics. one of it sucking it's thumb! i'll try n get those up. my scanner is shite.
ya ok, back to my week-long holiday.

long time no blog

hey. it's been awhile since i've been on here. got a car. a week later the engine seized. almost like it had a SEIZURE. my car seized, slash, seizure. the motor shook violently and made lots of weird sounds. then as if it had never happened, just stopped. but it would not start again.
SO. that means i have no car now. just as i was getting used to a car, and cursing the buses, saying, "hunh, i will never ride on a STUPID bus again. i'm too GOOD for that."... it dies. and i feel regret for the harsh words i used when i passed the buses. "yeah, SCREW YOU, bus." also, "HA! bus."
i have to find another car. it's become an ordeal to go to the store. i have to walk. i can't drive. i can't walk outside and get in my car. cuz my car had a seizure and is dead. it is IN the junk yard. it's junk. it was junkED.

Pictures at work

i'm drinking a guiness riiiiight...niowNOW!!!!! yeah it was good!
ya so... here's the building i been on for the last few days

This building is awesome. i have a guy on the roof moving a rolling beam around for me, then running down to get a boat when i'm done the drop.

check the hair, it's all flippy. i haven't cut it since i buzzed it short 6 months ago.

bein' saaaafe

saaaaafe

DEAD DEAD OMG I MADE A HORRIBLE ERROR!!!!


ATTACK OF THE BIRDS!!
man, you shoulda seen all these birds. they were circling around me.
i AM the crow! KAAWW!!

This is my buddy, chris, he's got this magical power where he doesn't have to be BEHIND the camera to take a picture. he's also very much bigger than me.

such a dork.

Atlantis, Ontario Place

here's the building i'm workin on.
it's a dance floor on the roof. the building is over water, so i have to drop down into a boat. it's actually kinda fun, and i get a change of scenery. i'm always lookin at pavement, and other buildings, but here i get the lake.

i don't do it at night

Business

so i'm trying to start a magazine. it was a mag that i did in school.
i've been looking into government grants for starting a small business. there are TONS of grants in ontario. i've got to do up a business plan and figure out design. i've got a guy here that i've kinda been talking to for a bit of help. should be fun. i'll post when i get a bit farther.

Old Lady

Friday i was working on this building. it's above Allen rd. on Dufferin.... not like anyone who reads this knows where that IS, but..... it was a short 4 story building. started off having a ladder guy there and he worked his way around the building some, about a fifth of the building. i was done my job, so i came to help.
BUT he was tired and his back hurt, so i grabed my ropes and started doing drops. we didn't get very far then ended for the day...
-----next day. which is friday. what i told you wasn't friday, it was wednesday. thursday it rained.
-----ok...
friday. i get to the job. start working. then i run into this old lady near the elevator. ARG. just thinking about her makes me mad. every highrise guy knows what i mean, and know what i'm gonna say next.
she says, "you didn't do my bedroom window."
i say in a very annoyed voice, "i'm not done the buiiiildiiiiing!"
her- "but why did you do my livingroom window and not my bedroom window?"
me- "because i can only do one window at a time."
her- "but i can see bird poop on my window. it's on the outside."
me thinking- "ah ya. i hope"
me saying- "where are you, on the back of the building? i have to finish where i am first."
her- "i'm apartment 314. PLEASE do my window!"
me- "wait till i'm done the building, and if you have a complaint, THEN make it!"
------this whole time she's following me up the elevator. ugh

SO i go back to work. a few drops later she's below me on the ground.
her- "You didn't do my window yet!"
me- "LADY! i HAVE to finish THIS FIRST!! (as i point down the front of the building) before i can get around to the BACK of the building!!!!"
her- "well make sure you......" blah blah i put my headphones on.
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then she gets me at the elevator again an hour later.
her- "are you done the front yet?"
me- "NO, you just SAW me on the front!"
her- "i want my window cleaned. it's apt 314. there is bird poop on it. it's dirty..."
me- "LOOK it will be done before i leave. and if you have a complaint, THEN complain... when the job is DONE"
and i ran to the elevator.
---it reminded me of that movie, The Duplex, with Ben Stiller. he had an old lady living above him. man i was pissed. as she talked i kept dreaming of things to do to her. like grab her by the hair and rub her face on the wall. or take her to the roof and hang her by the foot off the side of the building. i was pretty mad. but i finished the building.
then i had to carry all my gear like, a mile to the shop cuz my stupid boss can't give me a truck, or 2-way radio, or even get a guy to check on me. that crap weighs about 60 or 70 lbs.
other than that. the day went great.
--today was saturday, had a buddy over. we watched The Ringer, cuz he hadn't seen it yet. funny movie!
-i bought some new kicks. man they are WAY better than my old ones. old ones had hols on the bottom. i bought them back in nova scotia. these are Airwalks, black, and no holes. they were 40 bucks too!
k, i'm goin ta bed! bye

movie

i went to see Mission Imossible 3 the other day with a few friends. i was short on money... and i got a coffee. who takes a coffee to a movie?????
the coffee cup had a hole in it too so it kept dripping everywhere.
we got there kinda late i guess cuz the place was packed and we got the second row, not the second WAY up front in the BreakNeck, but in the larger section. the movie starts. this woman with her 2 kids comes in and sits infront of us. these kids are young, and i was thinking is it a good movie for kids to go to???
there's this scene where this woman has a microchip in her head ready to explode and Tom Craze is trying to disable it... but not quick enough. it explodes in her head. NOW, this woman has one eye pointin one way, the other in another and she looks like absolute shite.

less than 1 min later, the kid infront of me just PUKES, EVERYWHERE!!!
it sounded like this... *ahem*... ooo hLAAAA!!
i laughed, my ASS OFF!
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i have to say something.
jada pinkett
i gave her music a second chance... meaning, i actually listened to it.
she's awesome! the band is good. they have a few softer songs but the heavy is pretty good! Wicked Wisdom make a great sounding band.
the song Something Inside of ME. the catch line is, "Something inside of me is PISSED!!!"
sounds good to me.

so, i figured i should give some other females a shot. if Jada and the Jams can do it, others can too. i downloaded some Otep.
Otep ROCK! man, they're quickly becoming a favorite of mine. then there's Kittie. good old Kittie. Lacuna Coil, Biff Naked has some good stuff, Drain Sth, Varuca Salt.

i have to find some beer. beer is goooooood.

new blogs

i made some new blogs. if you wanna look at 'em you can go to my profile. it has 'em listed.

BUT! i'm startin one that i'm sharing with some others and soon they'll be posting on it too.

www.phlegmposse.blogspot.com

THAT'S RIGHT!!! PHLEGM
and yes, it has a G in it.

Links

i added some links to My Awesome Links
my wife's page (Ashaya)
Jacob Longley - Zyconium Blog
Ross Ward - Recovery Channel Blog
Jason Longley - Spam? Blog

i think the spam blog is an awesome idea. just trash'n email spam!

the rest are some funny spots on the net

morning

it's about 7:40am. actually it IS 7:40.... i'm sitting here with my coffee. i like coffee. it's raining out, which means no work for today. i got up at 5:30, got ready, grabbed my mp3 player, walked out the door... and it's raining. so i come back inside. ashaya is on the couch (cuz i make too much noise when i leave). she told me to put the internet radio on some reggae station. i kinda was always... not against reggae, but this stuff is growing on me.
it's happy, and i have no clue what they're sayin half the time. goes well with morning coffee. ...too stupid to listen to words anyway.
so Shy falls asleep and i kinda turn down the music, then shut it off. adn she wakes up and says, "Where's the music"
rrrriiight HERE! and i turn it on.
so i'm now waiting for my boss to call me and say "um... so um... why weren't you at the um... DUH... shop this morning???"
i'm gonna say... "cuz it's RAINING!!!!"
knucklechuck!!
i like him ok, but he's a boss. noone completely likes 'em.

music

heard of Jada Pinkett??? she's in a band... singing

can she DO that?
it's called "Wicked Wisdom"
we ALL know, that actors and actresses are the smart ones with all the WISDOM to give.
i think these ppl are complete TARDS for thinking they can just enter our homes by every route possible! movies, music, tv ads, magazines. everwhere i look it's frigging JADA PINKETT!!!

you'll be glad to know her band will never get anywhere. because it's a female metal band. WHOA! faux pas or what?? females in rock? i don't mind. i actually like Kittie and Otep and ...and....

she sounds ok, but she SINGS. there's not much singing in rock these days. not nice soft lady singing.
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i have to get my guitar back out. bang away on it. i listened to Trust Company today. i like them. the first albumn. On the second, they decided to make some money and go for the "My girlfriend likes the song too!" albumn.
the only bands to successfully do that and keep my respect,
Staind
Taproot
both are still heavy as hell, even in their soft-er-ish-y ... songs

bought the new Tool albumn. i like it! but i knew i would. on this albumn there are alot of spots where it's hard to hear Maynard's voice. i think it makes the band sound gooder. fuller
.....is there an "n" in albumn??? i don't think so. i'm so stupid.
i don't like the background of my blog... stupid white. i need like a... awesome green, or super black.

Lake Suzie

man, i miss back home right now. my buddy, ross ward, has been telling me about the old camp out spot near Lake Suzie.
i wanna camp. CAMP I TELL YOU!!!
ok, i've been watching Ren & Stimpy.

Suzie is awesome. i hope to go there when i get back into halifax. we used to have the camp next to the water, but it's since been moved out to the island. that's cool. can't wait to get there.
anyway, i been workin alot lately. did highrise for a week, then went to another kinda window cleaning, next week back to highrise. i was in Peterborough a couple weeks ago. that place is SMALL. it's about halfway from TO to Ottawa, which iiiis... 2 hrs roughly. depending on which part of the city you start from. did 2 buildings in 2 days by myself. pretty proud of that. but my boss made a killing of me workin so fast. k, it's like 1:30 here. i just finished watching Shaun of the Dead, which by the way, i laughed my ass off. pretty good...... for a zombie movie.
later

ok, story time

ok, here's the story... Gabe, he's a person. we we're headin out to The Osh. now, in oshawa, he had some friends and that he was plannin' to hang out with. then, like always everyone canceled out on 'im. EXCEPT ME... haHA. he says, "what's there to do in your area" cuz he lives in Mississauga. i said, we got bars. so we went to one that i'd never been to before. The Emerald Inn. awesome little place. i mean, just cool.
so we walk in, small place. got all kindsa beer poster and irish things. then the bartender says hi, with an irish accent! freakin awesome!!.... well, she said more than just hi. but anyway. we all got talkin, first about what beer i wanted, then about where we were from. i said nova scotia. then these 2 other irish guys started making some fun, jokin around. we were laughin about newfieland. so one guy buys a round. then the other guy asks what i'm doin for work, i say, tryin to get in the union for drywall, he's an electrition and might be able to find me some work with some friends. he got my # and said he'd find out.
THEN he leaves. the guy that bought the round, bought another, he's an old guy named Brenden. so brenden told me 'n gabe about this pub night at the Gallway Arms on the queensway on may 6th. i guess they do it every year. but they don't like hiring bands cuz they charge like, 6oo bucks for the night. so he offers us 100 bucks each and as much as we CAN DRINK, for a half hour of play!! adn he doesn't even know that we suck! he said he didn't care, just come and play!
i'm goin! he wants to hear some NS music, or anything. whatever. i'm gonna learn somethin and play. but FIRST! i'm gonna drink! then play, then DRINK!!! he said we'd be covered for anything, beers, shots, doubles triples anything!
man, i'm gonna do good, then try to get in regular!
The Emerald Inn is the best pub i been is so far in Toronto! and when my buddy's come visit from NS, that's the FIRST place i take 'em. i mean YOU ross. get yer arse here.
oh, and we bought a party platter, doubled it up. cost 25 bucks, we COULDN'T FINISH IT! this mountain of wings! with onion rings 'n jaleneno poppers 'n chicken tenders. even the ketchup was good, cuz y'know sometimes it sux...
k, later
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ok, if the Soviet Union banned microwave ovens, why do we use 'em? i mean EVERYONE loves a good Nuked Hotdog, right?

http://www.mercola.com/article/microwave/hazards.htm

Pants

One fine day, i woke up. Then the next day i woke up again. THIS day, like the rest, i went to put my pants on. only one problem... i can't find them. all i see are OTHER peoples pants. i don't know whose they are, but they AIN'T mine!
what does a person DO in a situation like this? i mean, it's just NOT the same as if it was your shirt. yeah big deal if it's your shirt, but your PANTS?!!? do you just, PUT ON someone elses? maybe, first of all, it better be someone you know. second, they better be the same gender. cuz i don't need no hip huggers or low riders.
...or do you just go on a crazy rampage and eat all the crackers in the apartment?
i want YOUR thoughts....................>

ok, new post

Time for a new post! ...

...i have nothing to say. i will make it up
Hello, my name is jonny. i'm a pebble. i have travled the world! well, the beach. one day a bird picked me up. actually he sat on me and i was stuck in his craw, which incidentally is the sound it made. so then, i was far up in the sky and i fell from the craw, it was a long fall. i landed on the beach next to some rocks. rocks and pebbles don't get along. i was outnumbered. i called for reinforcements. there was a bloody battle that lasted untill hightide.
ANYWAY. i been all OVER this beach. it's MINE. noone messes with us pebbles.

...ok i ran out. i'm tired.

Eh. i have a voice!

WOO! look at me. writing and stuff. --the stuff would be drooling-- All grown up.

ok, so this is just a start. i'm gonna have my own short stories, and thoughts. um... other THINGS that i want to say. hope i don't offend anyone. for instance, if i write a short about how i think that 14 year old girls should be shot, and YOU'RE a 14 yr old girl, it's not ACTUALLY about you.
anyway, k. bye.
i think later. signing up for this blog was HARD! *phew*