You’ll find a god in every golden cloister

Fascinating Steve gave me his cold.

I spent the first part of the day in bed reading LOTR. I must say, by ROTK everyone’s way too serious and speaking only in awkward formal/epic diction, as one might say, if you take my meaning. But at least they’re not singing all the g’damn time.

The second part of the day was weeding out all the doubles on my record shelves. At least I’ve managed to make room for the records I’ve bought since starting at FR. In doing this weeding, I also discovered several treasures I’d forgotten I’d bought and filed without listening to. Really, half my collection is like that. But there’s also a lot of needless stuff. For instance titles like Elton John’s Greatest Hits Vol. 1. I don’t like any of those songs. “Tiny Dancer” being the only song of his I can stomach. That one they used in Moulin Rouge is okay too. I’ve liquidated my Petty, Mellencamp and Springsteen sections as well, retaining one title from each. In grade five I used to listen to Uh-huh after school every single day while eating a dry bowl of cinnamon frosted mini-wheats — so I have to keep that one. I put on my MC5 Kick Out The Jams assuming it’s not all that, only to discover it is. I have a stack of early ZZ Tops in front of me I’m assuming are, indeed, unlistenable.

The third part of the day will be spent in front of the TV with Chelsea who should be well on her was to getting this cold by now. She appears to be unconscious.

Get Thai’d! You’re talking to a tourist

Today Chelsea and I took in our three garbage bags full of bottles. These bags included a lot of Ken’s empty wine bottles and beer cans. We made pretty much enough to pay for our mini-golf at Cyber City. It was a spooky mini-golf experience and reminded me of Flintstone Village up in the interior. All decaying, moldy, neglected and almost completely abandoned. It was how I’d imagine mini-gold after the zombie attack would be. We were tourists in our own post-apocalyptic town.

1. Total number of music files on your computer?

8 billion. But they’re mostly parts of recordings of my own music and samples, etc.

2. The last CD you bought was:
Superfly Soul. It’s a superfly soul / funk compilation with blaxploitation artwork. Funk, ghetto-sylee, yo.

3. The last record/s you bought were:
Yma Sumac Voice of the Xtabay and Negro Prison Songs

4. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Something truly horrible by The Rasmus. I was at work and put that on while doing closing duties to see what it was all about. It’s all about crappy rock.

5. Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

Well, I never tire of these songs?

World of Skin: “Cry Me A River”
Leonard Cohen: “Famous Blue Raincoat”
Smiths: “Ask”
David Bowie: “Absolute Beginners”
The Cure: “Catch”

5. What 3 people are you going to pass this baton to and why?

I’n not actually going to pass this on. Because I’m a bastard.

One town’s very like another

My attempt to turn Chelsea into a Chemaniac went afoul. Chemanus is a sad, sad place these days. I imagine having the word “anus” in your name doesn’t help when you’re a town trying not to be the ass-end of the central-island region. Ladysmith went over better. Especially the round-about.

I’m trying to get on the cleaning/organizing bandwagon with Chelsea. But it’s moving pretty fast and I feel like sleeping on the sidewalk.

Purchased triangular shaped canvas at liquidators which has cheaply made / cheaply priced canvases now.

Medical tests can now be crossed off my “nag” list. Though only to be replaced by “schedule follow up appointment.” The breath test was interesting. I didn’t know you could fill a vial with breath.

Things the cats get up to while we’re out.

Time flies – doesn’t seem a minute

I just remembered there’s a bunch of medical tests I’m supposed to get done.

Also, I’m supposed to be putting together some sort of self promotional package to send to publishers / magazines/ newspapers in order to further my career as a print designer.

Summer is crashing upon us like a tsunami and I’m unclear as to possible gainful (rent and grocery enabling) employment in the meantime before whatever happens, happens. The first person to suggest RMH will get a boot to the head.

Moving tens of thousands of platters draws shockingly near. New plan, we’re having a “race” which people will be able to sign up for (for a fee). A shopping carts, hospital beds, trolleys and/or wheelbarrows full of records down Commercial St. race. Mayhem.

Linger on the warm and foolish

The shoegazer / dreampop revival may be happening sooner than I expected. It’ll be in full swingin two years instead of five, as I predicted last summer.

Having finally hit upon my painting style late in the game, I cannot stop.

…and the tough guys tumble

Today Hockey died and I’ve never been so happy. A full year without retarded yahoos driving around with those stupid flags on their cars and those two months where the entirety of Canadian media is devoted to a trivial and unimportant entertainment event. I don’t mind trivial entertainment coverage, but hockey goes on too long and way too in depth. The fact that people, in the end, don’t really seem to care substantiates my claim that the amount of reverence hockey gets in the country is disproportionate to it’s merit.

So I went and made my own LJ Collage.

No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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