Friday, November 25, 2016

Canonball

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I have been back from Japan for almost 2 weeks now. I was sick and jetlagged for the first week and spent the last few days in a bit of a panic. I have no job and I'm running out of money. I had an ambitious project I attempted to undertake in Japan, a photo/blog thing that fell through when I couldn't get the camera in time. I salvaged some of the concept by purchasing a Nikon Key Mission 360 and capturing some decent 360 content. I feel like I failed.

The instant camera is in the mail, and should arrive by the end of the month.

Today I step out of the house for a change of scenery. I head east on Queen to The Cannonball. Jazzy tunes and a cozy atmosphere to type in.

I'm seriously oscillating between finding a new job or begging my old boss to take me back. Not because I miss or want the job, but the worry of not getting something else. My only ideas of possible prospects are Cineplex and Flight Centre.

I want to write. Just sit and write. I think my best bet is to vomit everything onto the internet and see what sticks.

It was 5 years ago today that I saw Prince for the first and only time at the Air Canada Centre. It was an amazing set, he must have done 6 encores. The girl I went with didn't really want to stay, but as people left and the show went on, they seemed to be allowing people into the lower sections so we moved closer. It was so good.
Prince dominated


Friday, May 16, 2014

Authentic Chicago Airport Deep Dish Pizza

Airport Pizza O'hare

I had a 55 minute stop-over at Chicago's O'hare before my connection to Seattle. I hoped it was enough time to grab an authentic Chicago Deep Dish Airport Pizza! I have had Deep Dish before in San Francisco and Seattle, both excellent, but I can't find anywhere in Toronto that makes it the Chicago Way. I found Reggios easily enough in the K terminal food court. The woman working the counter was pleasant. The pie was ready to go and still hot in the box as I reached my seat on the plane. I'm sure some passengers were eyeballing me, jealous of my 8 am Deep Dish Pizza Breakfast. I wish I had a coke to wash it down, it was greasy cheesy delicious. The crust was buttery and thin. I so enjoyed this food. I will go back to Chicago someday and eat Deep Dish every day.

Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Where to stick comments

I'm not forcing anyone to read this. If you don't like it you can leave a comment or stop reading. To contact me personally so as to attack me and the quality of my writing is juvenile.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Taxes and Ass Coffee

I ran out of good coffee, I had to steal some crappy beans from my brother (He lived off my good stuff till I asked for a contribution, he then switched to the cheap stuff saying "Coffee is Coffee"). As I drink this cup of boiled mud-shit, I assure you, Good coffee is Coffee, Paul's coffee is shit.

Paul and I are not really talking. He had a drunken blow-up man-tantrum at my moms house and somehow my mom thinks I antagonized him.

I try to avoid him when he is drunk or high, he can turn on a dime and is instantly confrontational.

I did my taxes for 2012, finally. I should get a nice little return in about 6 weeks (snail mail). I'm going to put it aside for Japan in the fall.

A friend sent me a job posting I think I could most certainly get. I could round out my income with the three warehouse shifts a week I am now working.

I met Kevin Flynn for dinner. It's Mardi Gras, we had pancakes. He was a good friend in high school, and I haven't seen him in a few years. He is so unique, I have missed him and I won't let so much time pass before we meet again.

Friday, January 31, 2014

The 31st

It's the end of January, Lunar New Year, time to look back on the 1/12th of 2014 that has already past. I stopped blogging, even when shit got interesting (my birthday, going to the beerfest with Marc). I will be trying harder in February, it's a process, and it takes time.

The Year of the horse. I've eaten horse.

I went to my granny's place to help her order a gift on Amazon. Her ipad art is coming along nicely. I am looking forward to her show in April.

I went to the skydome to get opening day Blue Jays tickets but they were already sold out. I would rather go on bobble head day anyway. I had more success across the street at Steam Whistle Brewery getting my growler filled. On my way home I realized the hipster thing to do is brag about the low carbon footprint of carrying beer from its brewery in  a reusable container.

I got home and had a beer and made some gourmet Kaft Dinner. I expected a relaxing uneventfull friday night.

Now consider this a sober accounting of what happened, I am witting it first thing the next morning and adding it to this post, I was too angry to write it last night.

Paul returned from watching a lacrosse game with his buddy Chad. This is the drunk Paul who worries me, one too many, you never know what will set him off, only the 89% probability that something will.
I'm about to go to bed to avoid any situation when our brother Marc stops by after having finished work.

We have about ten minutes of conversation before Paul, who was sprawled out on couch cushions on the floor, began babbling about Kanye.Then after finishing his McDonalds poutine, Paul from a position on his knees, ravenously tears into the container, gutturally licking at the last remnants of gravy.
Marc, with his feet up on the table, comments that a video would be great. Paul tells Marc that his feet stink. Marc true to his nature, digs that his feet stink cause its from a day of hard work. At this point Paul inexplicably mocks Marc's salary and tells him to get his feet off his table. I have been writing the table, it is my table, but Paul at this point keeps referring to it as his table. I think it was when I pointed this out to him he decide to kick Marc out of our apartment with a "Get the fuck out of my house". Marc left. Now, bear in mind Marc is approaching this situation completely sober having just come from work. I had a large beer 4 hours earlier.
I didn't want Marc to go.

I'm sure Paul doesn't think anything is wrong. He flew off the handle and treated our own brother like shit in our house. I'm only writing it down to show how surreal it was and how quickly it escalated.

Monday, January 13, 2014

A beer and a band

The Stormalongs rehearse with Mike on bass 
I took care of a few things around the house, only a few days left till my party and I have a lot to do.
Me, Chad and Paul

In the evening I met Paul and his old coworker for a beer at Wide Open, a bar that makes most condos look spacious. Afterward we caught the end of the stormalongs jam. The have a show in February and were rehearsing with a guy named Mike on bass. It sounded good and I can't wait to see it with a crowd.

Nick,  Colin and me.



Sunday, January 12, 2014

moms place for sunday dinner


My brother Marc picked Paul and I up and drove us to my moms house in Mississauga for dinner. Its a hellish bus ride, so zipping there in a car is sweet. He gave us a ride home too, it was so nice of him.

We did a bunch of laundry. I hate the nearby laundromat, its dirty, and it takes all my change.

Mom's lasagna was great, it always is. I got the expected "meh" to news of my job being extended.


The new simpsons episode was great! They did a tribute to Miyazaki. As a ghibli fan I loved it. There was also a mention of Mr Sparkle, it was so funny.