Now what is it that our hero has to hunt and peck over?

Looking for some data i discovered a hidden stash of wheat beer... i guess that's the way we roll around here. The latest wheat beer that was bottled last week is a little sweet at this time... you see i was out of Dextrose so i used Sucrose and that could be a problem. I believe the Chemistry of it is that Dextrose is 1/2 of Sucrose... meaning that sugars are made up of what we call "hydrocarbon rings" and essentially one hydrocarbon ring is a dextrose formation and 2 of them bonded together is a sucrose formation. I'm worried that the yeast will have a harder time fully breaking down sucrose... perhaps it will just take longer. It's one of the problems when you wear a lot of hats... you put on your "brew master hat' and your realize the jackass forgot to get dextrose when he was wearing his "shopping with 3 kids hat" and you look at the schedule and it's bottle tonight or 5 days from now... but this is how you learn. i did use sugar in the ginger beer... brown sugar to be exact, and lets just say when you grab a ginger beer it is "hammer time". the next brew will be an amber ale and i guess I'll have to start it tomorrow night because the night after is SRSS and then a sting of Christmas social events that basically string into the next year.

That's right we almost made it to the end of another year... how did we do?

well i just went into a very dark moment falling into the whole "human civilization" thing, where you get an automated call wanting to talk to you about your credit card rates and then somebody gets on the line and tries to offer you a deal to borough money at around 15 cents a dollar... and then when you tell them that what you really want is for them to never call you again they say something rude and hang up. An now we are into the "Climate Gate" which from my understanding is a new PR move to once again try and deny the concept of "Global warming" to cater to the scoundrels of the short term economy.

I would like to have a conference with all of those who believe in that sort of denial... if we could get them all in a room and then get some cars in there and start them up and let them idle... Oh but they would die because of carbon monoxide poisoning. yes that's true... along with global warming fossil fuel burning creates an incredible amount of toxins.... but why worry about that... the economy is the only important thing and since we ran the economy into the ground creating a culture of consumers with insane borrowing habits... lets just keep it rolling... status quo yay!

One of the amazing things about our times... people commenting on news stories.

"global warming is the biggest pinko con job ever we need a break at the pump not some left wing tax grab" written by a person who forgot they were human an required clean non toxic air, water and food to sustain a happy life... or should i say healthy life. 230 toxins found in the average new born baby on this earth... way to go economy, better get that kid some plastic toys asap, train them to want and need "new".

I guess the question on how did we do should be more... did we have a happy year when we weren't obsessing about how insanely stupid the human race is? and yea we had a lot of laughs... Emily took her first poo in the toilet today. She told me she had to go so i said "you go in the toilet, I'll give you some ice cream with a cookie on top"... so she went so i gave her the deal and the Hailie (her twin) was like OK I'm going now and the Kaiya (5 years old) was in like a dog pointing out that she had a poo earlier in the day.

Kaiya is about to sing in the Christmas play for her school, but she doesn't like one of the songs because the character "Suzy" just wants more and more presents.

My kid- listening to lyrics, and disagreeing with the premise that they are based on.

I love it!

supper

at dinner Kayia asks me
Ok Dad which one do you like best : Hockey, making Beer, or doing Supper Show

more later

S Robertson motivational lecturer

Man is unfocused and frazzled the lunatic kids are rioting upstairs perhaps they need to be separated at night... which would give a new reason to scream. It's like 10 fucking thirty and for some reason i feel like a hotel bell boy running up to do room service when the incessant racket become too much for one man's teetering sanity. It's no wonder i never get anything done around here... just absorb complaints, try to solve problems with rational solutions, which are met with tantrums that need more absorbing and then end of the day problems. Oh well, buy the ticket take the ride. Suck it up, and now is the time for me do do something utterly useless like sitting like a sloth in a chair pecking out this gibberish.

Note to self... don't attack what little momentum you have, it's not good for business. Business being "the act of doing"... interesting now that i mention it, it's like the word business has been ruined by money in that same figurative way that money destroys everything. I was always a fan of the term "business end of" as in " The Ho Chong diner called it a salad but it was in fact just the business end of an iceberg lettus", or, "Uncle Don reached under the cabin to retrieve the baseball but instead grabbed the business end of a common porcupine". Speaking of that i just had to go up and give a business talking to the twins who just can't see to SHUT UP! Emily had stolen Hailie's blanket so Hailie was freaking out... totally insane, they both have 2 blankets so for some reason somebody needs 3 which causes the girl who needs to go to school tomorrow to be awake having to listen to this nonsense and the father who is always on the edge of flying off into a patented rage unable to focus on anything no matter how unimportant it may be... fortunately the Mother is downstairs sleeping, we need her awake and annoyed like we need a root canal right about now.

I mean i write this stuff, but it's just because i have no real purpose in life (joke OK)... the point i was going to start was that I don't have to go to Canada Post tomorrow and work as a mailman for my troubles... i actually don't mind the mailman work... it's just the incessant stupidity that comes with a job like that. What kind of job... a job in a company desperately trying to rake in more profits all while claiming to serve the public (which they do) that is swamped by incompetent managers aggressively ducking work and trying to climb the ladder writing memos and lectures to a heavily unionized workforce who are divided by apathy, opportunity, disillusionment and sloth, where in most cases are represented by the loudest and laziest voices.

wow just writing that took a lot out of me.. i had to think back and remember how there were multiple exapnles of total incompetence that directly put plenty of unnecessary stress on all kinds of peole that helped foster an attitude of apathy and despair that was completely unnecessary. I should almost go back as a "special liaison officer" between management and worker... I could go into the meeting and find out what it is they wanted to say to the workers and then word it correctly, or as in most cases just say "is this really important to the function of our company or are you just trying to justify your job in some bizarre way"

hey the kids are asleep... i feel kind of bad... perhaps i should just wake them up so they can scream at me and i can just take it like a man and be happy. Of course I'm not going to wake the kids up... it will be music time once i get this dog of a blog done.

Speaking of insane twins, i had to go to main and 14th to get our passports, because my useless piece of shit mail person (who is covering my route) carded our fucking passports... sure we weren't home we are never home at that time because we go to the school to pick up kaiya passing the mail people in the neighbourhood and chatting of course since we are co-workers and we have worked together for a long time... all i'm saying is that if it was me i would have found the said person home FOR SURE...

none the less i guess we got out for a walk which is always nice, and i managed to scarf down a burger at Vera's Burgers with all 3 kids so not all was lost... but when i was in the Mall some guy came up to me with crazy eyes and pointed out to me that I indeed had twins... i thanked him for pointing that out to me and he pressed on... he got in real close... he has twins also 22 months i believe and then he mentioned that at the "people with multiple births support group" there is a couple with 18 month old twins and they are expecting triplets... Holey shit! the question of course is that if you need to be in a support group because your children are overwhelming you 1) how do you find time for sex and 2) you have got to be all over the birth control... perhaps some religious fools... anyway it got me thinking... this guy needs some help so i tried to sell him on doing a supper show... his eyes almost popped clean out of those rickety sockets... i got in close and spoke with calm authority "this is the way it's going to be from now on"... i said "Wednesdays we do the SRSS and drink hard until midnight, then we man it up Thursday morning, do what needs to be done and focus on recovery for Thursday night Hockey 10:45-midnight... then we drink again". And for a moment i was actually really excited... the schedule that i have... that i have been questioning as of late will actually come in handy in helping a fellow man. The only problem was the the "fellow man" was fully retreating and almost tripped over a fixed mall bench... unfortunately he failed to see the opportunity that was being presented to him. For a moment i was ready to act as a mentor to a complete stranger, almost in some way forcing my hand on the issue. My point of course was that this whole "support group" is not working for you... you are running around with an aura of defeat... it was then that i noted myself and my "failure" complex, but i didn't mention it. I was more like we can go on stage, i'll have some beats and some bass lines and you spill your guts... we will come up with a name for the segment... and then we will go over it, develop a new attitude plan for you and we will hit it again the next week and there will be a theme of growth. I tried to mention there will be good people there to drink with and the whole process is what we are looking at, but he made a clean get away when the twins started pulling hair and i had to break them up... as he turned the corner i yelled "some of us are trying to to put a dodge ball team together... perhaps that would work, it's a nice metaphor for twins" but he was gone. Oh well so much for me as a mentor.

i just can't wait fore my kids to be old enough to manage my myspace account.

Speaking of that i had D Rilcof over to the house on friday... we hit the home brew pretty hard and he made the fatal mistake of logging into facebook on my computer and forgetting to log out later that night i noticed the error and decided that his profile needed a new status update... "I soiled my pants due to a cabbage lunch but it's not that bad... i just lined my underwear with toilet paper and nobody will be any the wiser. Well I'm off to a Christmas party now". Watching the comments that flowed in and the eventual disbelief that somebody would actually do that really is an interesting statement on our society. Basically we are all adjusted to this level of communication (and i think it's good don't get me wrong), but when it is posted that somebody has just shit their pants and is essentially not really worried about it, well, can we have a little levity people? Life aint that bad, sure the world is fucked and there is a zero chance of changing that, but hey we are still kicking, lets live a little.

Bloggerson Strikes back episode like fucking 2 million

I should really think of what i am going to write before i fatally title a blogaroo whilst i sip a pale ale and render a Hey Rocks Livingroom. I won't miss the Super Robertson Supper Show when i stop doing it in a few months... i mean i will miss some of it, but the obsessive documentation that, for some reason, I believe it to be pinnacle.

Does the word "pinnacle" even make sense there? i was kind of thinking about tennis balls earlier. Why was i thinking of tennis balls, millions of readers simultaneously ask... well you see i was watching tennis clips as a pre-procrastination Blogaroo exercise. It all started very innocently... go over the sports news of the day, and find out the Serena Williams is being fined for an outburst during a Grand Slam match... which of course led to the obvious... watching some classic John McEnroe outbursts. Now there is a rage hero!

Where was I? Well i worked my way to the concept of a rage hero which always makes for a good blog... i publicly foreshadowed the end of the SRSS as we know it thus breaking the hearts of millions of fans across the internets... mentioned the beer... a constant. CT is home now so a new diversion is due.

CT went grocery shopping so we put the stuff away and i discovered that the squash i bought last week has gone bad on the counter... it it were summer the fruit flies would have given it away but it wasn't until i moved it and my fingers went through the skin that i knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mr. acorn squash was doomed. In a more negative note... actually lets skip that... I'll just come off like some fine point rage hero jackass... Ok, none the less we have a few new plastic piece of shit sleds in our house... much like the sled i borrowed from the neighbour and took Kaiya to the hill during last years snowfall. I believe there was a blogaroo over this issue and if I'm not mistaken i spent the whole holiday season telling anybody i had pinned in a room for 20 minutes of "SR Logic"
1) why the design is a piece of shit
2) how could this possibly be mass produced
3)why isn't anybody else enraged by this

As a member of the great West Hill CI toboggan team, i take my tobogganing very seriously... so you can see why, when being ridiculed by the other parents when Kaiya and I could not make it down the hill without a sharp turn followed by a savage wipe out... i went insane. I won't bother explaining why because NOBODY CARES, and i have already explained in this blog, and it is irrelevant because CT scored a fine old school wooden toboggan on Craigslist and that's what I'll be flying down the hill on this year letting the other suckers in the neighbourhood eat my dust. Note to tobogganers... you cannot buy a good toboggan in Vancouver once a good snowfall has happened... which of course makes you wonder what happens to all of those plastic pieces of crap.

Speaking of plastic pieces of crap i went to Disney on Ice this weekend with my oldest Daughter... it was a friend and myself and our kids... we were killing ourselves at what people will pay for useless items that will one day end up in a landfill or floating in the pacific ocean. The best was this $24 plastic thing that spins, makes an annoying noise, and the spinning part has lights. i believe it is a "tinkerbell" magic wand thing.... so you are watching the show (Cars driving slowly around the rink set to "life is a highway") and people are screaming ("cars" was a Disney movie) and waving these annoying noise and light makers. The real comedy is that before the show the loudspeaker had this one "during the show there will be non toxic smoke which in no way could be hazardous to your health... and now would be a good time to shut off your cell phone so to not disturb people in your section". they definitely have the art of fleecing down. For $10 you can get a plastic cup with some coloured sugar ice in it.

In the end i made sweet popcorn when we got back to the house... it was my first time making sweet popcorn but it went well... we had to make some deals with the kids in the stadium.

The Brew

Tonight's Brew was a standard pale ale done while sampling aged wheat beer and ginger beer... these beers aged a few weeks really taste better, but for some strange reason the beers around here never get a chance to age properly. I mean the blogging has been good and the insanity of screaming children passes come night time, and the pants are getting tighter. Who would have ever thought one could make such tasty beers from their own office. "Never give up on a game Robertson" a man says to himself as he ponders the days events and casts a slurred grin to the hope that tomorrow might bring.

Speaking of hope, i applied to some thing where you get a showcase spot at Canadian Music Week in Toronto this March. In part of the application there was a short essay question regarding "how this showcase will help your career".

I answered along these lines:

It comes down to Hope and Purpose with the emphasis on the latter. What all bands really need is a purpose, some light on the horizon that offers a glimmer of hope that what you are doing is indeed worthwhile. A purpose draws the focus of a band to prepare for the event. In the end a career will be judged by the body of work created (one can only hope) and having a purpose with hope could translate into a productive quarter that ultimately will have a positive effect on the body of work, and in the best case scenario create a "surge effect".

Of course i went off the rails hammering that idea, and it's true. A career is life and life is a journey and a journey needs destinations, or a change in the pathway good or bad... just something to happen! the two times i have had broken hands resulted in some fine songwriting as a result of being forced to keep it simple (if that's even possible to say that for me). The songs "Hey Rock's Livingroom" and "with a damaged Hand" would not have happened if my hand was not broken at the time of conception.

None the less something tells me my answer is wrong...

one for thee old Mule

Like i mean shit, if somebody is going to read it why not?

Funny have been having a few talks with some people lately who say they always read my blog and like my relationship with "failure", although they find it ridiculous but are amused none the less... and then i hit them with "what blog are you reading?" and they look at me like an Alien, or the chat becomes confused. i have a feeling people are reading the Super Robertson Supper Show Blog but of course I'm not too sure because failure is everywhere... I spy with my little eye something that is about to become an unmitigated disaster. Why look on the bright side when the dark side is so rich... or the classic patented WB approach plan for the worst and then maybe, just maybe, you could be pleasantly surprised.

For the record: I feel that my brand of negativity is just more realistic banter that seems so down and out because our world is always trying to squeeze awesome out of ordinary.

I also have a bone to pick with the lies society told me as i grew up... the goalposts of success, why you do things, what you can't do, how you need to dress, what you need to have... all bullshit... well not completely but the rules are not absolute and the game's referee's are as crooked as a big time lobbyist.

Success is in the eye of the beholder and failure is in the eye of society. My poor Mother, when i got a job as a Mailman she in her supportive way said "well with your education you will shoot right up to the top of that company"... which is totally not me for reasons that would need 1000 blogs to make clear and surely i would be dead now as the result of a massive brain aneurysm that would occur at meeting number 1673945 to go over the simplest of ass backwards thoughts. Hanging out with a bunch of people who have more ambition than brains, with the sense of humour of a rhinoceros, and the personality of a garden gnome.... all ready to stab each other in the back and fuck the workers over for a chance to move up the ladder of "success".

No thanks I'll take my failure please. I know what i haven't done (sold a bunch of records and thus made a respectable income which would justify my continuation as a "working artist"). HELL I was such a Failure of a parent that i didn't buy my kids BABY EINSTEIN dvd's to sit them in front of to make sure i aggressively grow their brains from a young age as the promotional material that was picked up by the press clearly stated. For the record they lost that case the other day and have to refund people who bought that shit under those pretences... except in Canada... i think there is a 6 month window. Imagine that nonsense... put your infant in front of a television so they will be able to "keep up" with this ever intelligent society we have... that's just incredible. Hey man i hear eating a shit sandwich makes you smart... get that in the press and then buy manure stocks...

I failed to see the rationalization for various wars, i fail to see why it is more important to let companies continue to produce throw away packaging, I fail to see why the fact that there is an island of plastic the size of Texas in the Pacific Ocean that is slowly degrading and irreversibly contaminating the environment, and it's not really an important issue for most living humans that make the key decisions on what to do and what not to do for the sake of our continued "well being".

I am starting to feel an uncontrollable rage coming on...

took the old myspace blog down... not much to miss there


The body is like a fluid mass
But just words that are boundless
Insert symbol
because poetic is easier than making sense
in a world gone wrong with generic responses
to problems caused by the greed of money

It has been said that continuous effort, rather than strength and intelligence will unlock our potential.

I guess you have to buy into that kind of stuff in order to find the strength to do things like this.


By golly gee, another blogaroo... another opportunity for some fine wisdom. Words of advise to others... avoid sitting in a chair staring at a computer. Go for a walk, learn an instrument, read a book... Well now you see that is silly, for if you are to read this you will be sitting at a computer checking out the band 21 tandem repeats... the thing we want you to do... I should talk about how great we are with our riveting live shows, mind bending lyrics, and natural pop sensibilities. Yes indeed 21 tandem repeats puts on the show of shows... nothing short of extraordinary.