Friday, August 04, 2006

Blogging and the fragile egg shell mind

Does Blogging change the way a person thinks. And why again is the word Blog NOT accepted in a built in Blog spell check.

And i have a few more points to gnaw on but i am going out to see A Ghost to kill again tonight so we will se what can be done with the time we have.

When a man articulates his thoughts in his head while working for the man, or just walking down the street for that matter, have his thoughts changed into blogging like articulations? Sure there is a social effect in that the blogger is spending more time typing articulations and less time with his family and peers. I'm not saying that that is necessarily a negative thing... it could go either way with greater degrees of severity depending on the individuals situation.

I remember when i got into drawing and i became obsessed seeing shapes in everything to the point where i couldn't sleep because i would be falling to sleep and beginning to dream and then i would see the shapes and come screaming back awake.

SCREAMING TRAILS- a term i made up in University... If at the end of the night you were without woman and had a few beers in you then you would go running around the bar screaming in a desperate attempt to secure a mate of the finer sex. It never worked, except for one time when 3 fine girls stopped me and inquired to what i was doing. It was then that i could have come up with something good, but as usual, i just got weirder and things evaporated quickly.

That last paragraph came about from the "screaming back awake" line. I never screamed back awake but i rapidly moved from sleep to awake with the idea "I KNOW HOW TO DRAW THAT! ". The only real problem is that by drawing skills rival that of a mildly talented 6 year old.

Lucky for me i have groove, because music is a far more enjoyable art form than drawing/ painting. Long hours of tedious work all of it doing a high-wire act waiting for one slip of the brush for the whole thing to become useless. That was me in grade 7... every painting would end up as i large black glob of paint covering anything that was attempted before it. One time i was walking a large paper with a thick fresh layer of black paint to the back of the classroom... steady now get this thing back to the sink... uh oh it's Mr. Helkima my teacher in a new grey suit blocking the isle... he doesn't look too happy with me... probably thinking "there is Mark Robertson screwing around again", when in actual fact i tried to paint something but it just looked so fucking pathetic i had to erase the image with black paint, lots of it. it was around that time that the paper broke free of my grip... perhaps it was a breeze, or a miscalculation on my part, the only thing we do know is that my painting ended up on Mr. Helkima's suit. It was the only time he was ever in a fancy suit... i think there was some VIP teacher thing after school that day. I think it was the same day i broke Fred Savages collarbone with a high tackle in a game of british bulldog and i believe that i have even told this story before in these chronicles.

So do i think differently, or is just my reaction to things more like "i better blog that ironic injustice when i get home tonight"

Speaking about savage injustice...

Take a drive up to Whistler and see the massive effort going on to widen the highway.

1) there are points where the highway will have to stay 2 lanes (so i am told)

2) The environment is fucked due to our dependance on oil that is causing global warming.

3) Whistler is a very sensitive niche climate that should very well be affected.

So our society that will have to suffer the consequences of the BIG MONEY DREAM will get to have bigger highways and "twinned bridges" so that more cars can drive all around. Some think that the party is almost over and the last of our tax surpluses are being spent on fool project that work not for the better of our future society. It should be noted that there is a rail line running beside the highway up to Whistler.

I think it would be funny if the Earths hottest temperature occurred in 2010 (which is very possible until 2011), and changing weather patterns provided whistler with no snow and the olympics had to be cancelled. it would be sad that we the taxpayers would take and incredible hit ( we will anyway), that will be blamed on a highly unpredictable weather malfunction. I say it would be funny because Big money never takes the big hit... it's always the fool public.


AND THERN THERE WAS THE GHOST TO KILL AGAIN SHOW


yes yes yes yes yes... A absolute and total clinic.

to see Sam Cartwright really get to rip it up!!! sorry to all others who i have seen Sam play with, but to see all the skills out for a feast.

Winner of the best beard at the supper Show bass man Barry is putting on a stash clinic going with a wide broad thick stash.

The music resembles Rush in it's depth and scope and it's masterful execution. The show defiantly but a hornets nest with two queens in my bonnet, if you know what i mean.

I ended up getting smashed and i barked myself hoarse threatening to choke the shit out of Jeff Younger. He loves those gags and understands that to keep the game feeling good with the proper amount of tension you have to give him a few hard serious chokes.

I should have walked home... it would have given me a chance to sober up before sleep. hard explaining that to people... you look like a freak wanting to walk home @ 2:35 AM... but i didn't push it because it was one last chance to put the choke on Younger who was laughing and smiling with that exposed nick of his in the back seat of of our lovely drivers car, while some jackass vomited out the window of the front seat. When we got to my place i though of getting the hose... because yes, i have a hose and a key to the water (to water my garden) so i could have easily hosed that door down... but then the temptation to hose down Younger in the back seat of the car, as the finally to the final choking... with which my only problem was that i would have soaked Christine's car and become labeled an ass.

For the record. Why choke Younger?

I am training him for his run hosting the Jeff Younger Supper Show. the fool told me he would rather it be Jeff Younger Guest hosting the Super Robertson Supper Show. That was around the time of the first choke.

He the fire works are going off...
must tap out of this Blogaroo

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