Ralph’s schmalphs… I wanna play vidja games.

December 31, 2005

Thinking it’s time to do a major pull from the record shelves. And the CD shelves. Feeling boxed in here. I have a sealed copy of Replacements’ “Stink” which I’m sure I’ll never listen to. Plus I have piles of records all over the place I need to make room for… hmmm… stupid hobby.

Wish I wasn’t sick. Then I’d feel like working on these labels…

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December 30, 2005

Am sick. I assume I am still sick. I’ve medicated myself up and I don’t feel sick, just sleepy. But I imagine I still have the sudden head-crushing cold I developed late last night that prevented me from sleeping.

The cat’s are uneasy about us being back in the apartment. They don’t seem willing to give up the bed and the couch they’ve adopted as their own. My pillow is matted with six days worth of Bentley hairs.


Home again home again

December 29, 2005

Back in the 415 fully appreciating broadband. Chelsea’s dad had this crazy dial-up system where you had to keep the phone off the hook and tape over the mouthpiece or any sound you made would interrupt the connection. Especially chairs squeaking.

It was a long, rainy drive home from the airport and when we walked through the door we were greeted by the funky pong of a week’s worth of cat litter. Seems the box they never use was used a lot in the past six days.

The woman in front of us on the plane had a small dog on her lap that would yelp every so often. The woman also arranged a debate with her children on the pros and cons of crash landing on land or sea.

I’m currently wondering why our bread only went moldy on the inside of the loaf.

The minor illness I had in Calgary all week has completely cleared up. Though my ears have not fully popped.


I maxxed.

December 28, 2005

Sounds like we’re going to Imax today.

I myself am maxxed-out. I have completely lost the ability to socialize. Turn me over, I am done. Actually, I was done at the end of the evening on boxing day. Now I can only think about how much I have to do when we get home. Stupid Ralph’s Essential Growth Solutions labels. I want to run away.

Yesterday we had dinner with Chelsea’s ex who is, sadly, not half as ridiculous as she made him sound. Whatever we were listening to in his and Chelsea’s buddy’s SUV though was . Perhaps Alexisonfire. Screamo, how you elude me.

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Boxing Day episode:

Sitting at the bus stop at across from Art Central, homeless guy approaches me. I say, “No,” before he has a chance to say anything to me. I immediately think, “Damn, breach of etiquette.”

He glares at me and says, “I haven’t asked you anything yet.
I say, “Sorry, I can help you.”

He glares more intensely. I think, “Hmmm, going to get shivved here.”

He says, “How can you answer if I haven’t asked you anything yet. Can you give me seventy-seven cents?”

I say, “Sorry, don’t have any, can’t help you.”

He says, “When will you be able to help me?”

I say, “Sorry can’t help you out. Sorry.”

He says, “I said ‘when will you be able to help me out?'”

I say, “I have no idea.”

He smiles and chucks me on the shoulder then goes away. Cheslea says, “You can’t say ‘no’ before they’ve asked you. They get really mad.”

Saje, Chelsea’s twelve year old sister says, “When can we leave? Frankly, these people are scaring me.”

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Art Central was pretty cool, though most of the artists were taking the holidays off so 3/4ths of the galleries were closed. This one was open http://www.quab.ca and had some pretty amusing stuff in it. Most of it was very I, Braineater-esque with an urban flair. Most looked like industrial album covers circa 1994 in waiting. Still, a whole building full of tiny artist-in-residence galleries was a great idea.


Shopping.

December 26, 2005

Okay so we were given giftcard for the local version of Woodgrove mall here, it’s called Sunridge, and since we’re leaving soon we felt we had to use them today, boxing day. So we spent forever pushing through wall-to-wall people to discover that, much like Woodgrove mall, there was cock-all to buy. The closest I could find that wasn’t just CD’s and DVD’s was a The Warriors McFarlane Toys 12″ figure. But I didn’t buy that and ended up buying a CD(Herbie Hancock’s “Headhunters”)and a DVD (Moz live) at Music World. Seriously, took me forever to find anything worth buying in that place. Then when I got to the till, I found out there was a sale on (boxing day, duh)so I didn’t even use up the whole gift card. So I grabbed that new Bob Mould I didn’t want to pay real money for. It was a soul-withering experience.

But here’s the kicker, tonight I was given another giftcard for that same mall. I guess I’ll have to go back tomorrow…

Went to Recordland this afternoon and, if you know Recordland, I had the “aisle-battle” with the pork-smoker who works there filing records. He was not really that nice to a guy who had a dozen 80’s goth records in his hands (me) that he really should have been nicer to considering how few people seem to be picking up Bolshoi EPs (judging by the ten year old price stickers on them). He was ridiculous. Anyway, the owner at the check out complimented me on my “crate-digging” abilities noting that he would have priced the records higher if they’d come in recently. Shows to go you, all record store owners are the same.

More family gatherings tonight. More tomorrow morning.


Another house

December 26, 2005

Now we’re at Chelsea’s dad’s house. Everyone in Calgary has huge 8 foot TV screens. Tonight we played a game called “Would You Rather…” which was fun but Chelsea now thinks I’m an unethical nihilist. I think she may hate me. The turkey, though, was superb. Superb. Chelsea’s sister got a Gamecube. Mario Party 7 — pretty fun.


Christmas morning

December 25, 2005

I had the shakes last night. Troubling.

My Chemical Romance isn’t as bad as I previously thought. More inert than anything.

Christmas coffee is strange.

Even Stevens is a bad show.

There are huge bowls of eucalyptus candies everywhere.


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