Another myspace rant

The only emails my "business" gets these days are friends requests from our myspace accounts. You see all pro bands and record labels use myspace as their primary contact resource... their websites are just there to collect service fee's. indeed, so i get these emails from people wanting to be my "friend", or at least my band or record label's friend, and my policy is is to just accept all as friends. Except i denied somebody the other day... i got the usual numerous requests... as you get more friends, your mathematical chances of getting scene sucking keyboard ninnies increases. Anyhoo... oh yea i denied the band that had a request and sent me a message that essentially said that they were responding to my email and that this was not spam and then i noticed a "friends request" from them.

Anyway.. the thing is every-time i go on myspace to just clear out the messages / requests it just takes forever for the pages to load. Has it finally go to big for it's own bridges? I think so... how about this... this whole green movement where all the hipsters use up energy leaving comments about each other.

Me i got the lights on... pecking away at this shithole blog whit my refrigerated drinks and a heart full of hate... half full of hate, and half full of love.

Oh apparently another "earth like planet" has been discovered in some far away place (20.5 light years). It';s probably too far away to have any commercial value to us. Actually no... just the idea that it is there could sell somebody something...

perhaps Buddhism is not in me

Fucking Pigeon i just don't know why the hell we don't just take up arms and blast the bastards from the face of the planet. If it was a good enough fate for the Passenger Pigeon then bring it on.

Let's not get soft on this issue, with a everything has a right to life line of BS. We as humans own the world, especially us white westerners, and we should be free to kill things that annoy us. many better scientific explanations could be made but who ever believed in science right. We should just arm everybody and send them out on the streets to blast pigeon's.

Just the other day when i was running my plan of shooting a certain pigeon my wife exclaimed "you will shoot out the window!" which is nonsense of course and has me teetering on a whole new tangent, but i for once, digress. Of course i am not going to shoot at a window... i aim at the sky after a ball is thrown at the balcony to spook the pigeon into flying over the "no fly zone", witch authorizes me to blast that fucker and it's shit ass once and for all.

i can just see in now. "Strata Council President goes on Avian slaughter mission... neighbors are left horrified. to witch i say boo fucking hoo

Seriously though

I just read an excerpt from "Becoming the Kind Father" by Calvin Sandborn in Common Ground. The passage was about a man who was so obsessed with his own anger and failures that he ended up alienated and dying alone in an empty hospital when the "arteries in his chest burst from ancient blame".

Although i see my obsession with my failure as a statement of what the idea of success is in this shithole world, others may not, and while i don't really give a damn about what people think of me in a sense of sticking to the "don't judge a book by it's cover" idea, i do care what my kids get from me. I'm not too sure i am consumed with anger as i laugh a lot and have a lot of good times... perhaps i have a keen memory and an eye for irony, and with those conditions living as a member of the human race in 2007 one cannot exist without a non stop 24/7 insane barrage of lunacy coming from every angle.

There was an article in the paper about how it may become impossible to insure "green roofs" and this may have an impact on the building of the "olympic village"... this was the one where they were going to build the world's first sustainable community... we were excited... my wife CT even went to the community meeting where they just kept repeating "we are going to collect rainwater!". It would be weird if the government/development community has to back out of the green roof commitment because of "insurance issues".

There are places in the world where you have to have a green roof... perhaps those european cities won't get "world Class" rating.

Oh yea i was going to step off the rage for a while.

Sports fans

It has been reported that sports fans go through immense mood swings come playoff times, often citing their whole existence as a failure on the basis of the outcome of a game.

like i mean what kind of lunatic research is this.

In another unrelated News story it appears unbaptized children do have a "hope" of going to heaven. In the document, the commission said there were "serious theological and liturgical grounds for hope that unbaptized infants who die will be saved and brought into eternal happiness."
It stressed, however, that "these are reasons for prayerful hope, rather than grounds for sure knowledge."

so 2 points:

The last blogaroo was a nod to the idea of a man seeing his happiness as related to the yearly Stanley Cup Failure that has become the one sure thing in his life.

And if the people running the world take as fact "white man's religion" then being a failure may not be that bad after all.

let's lay some facts down

I think i hate blogs, and i hate myself as a huckster peddling music when i could just have a nice quiet life on some barren terrain in the great white north. If i hear that SS intro song again i'll have to decapitate myself and just go to a nice peaceful grave. And here at my desk i see a thick stack of loser CD's and a knocked over pile of "Business cards"... HA HA HA! Business Cards! Did you get that one!

You could see it coming... a 4 on 2 that needed only to be a 3 on 2 that turned into a close breakaway which lead to a "too many men on the ice" penalty which led to the obvious.

I also hate poetry and others who make what they call art and expect you to take it seriously. Here is an idea... just walk around with a sign hung over your neck in the back alley behind my place and i will check it out on my way down to the fridge for yet another beer.

True i am disappointed that my team lost tonight... but i see it as a positive to be able to reflect on my own miserable failure of a life in order to make things better.

for example: I have heard this... well something to the affect that by me keeping doing what i am doing with respect to music in Vancouver that it is in some way noble and valuable. Well chumps lets think about that for a minute and take a page out of the old real estate book. "Value is what someone is willing to pay"... that's right, pack a big pipe full of that and tell me how you feel after a couple of hauls. A better argument could be made for being a cartilaginous fish swimming off the coast of Hawaii with each eye on a "Hammer like" skeletal formation. Don't get me wrong, i don't want to be some whining jackass, and i do take full responsibility for my manner of existence as i must to right this ship of fools.

The question is. What is it that makes Super Robertson believe that being Super Robertson was ever even in the slightest way a good idea. And beyond that... is there some juvenile mechanism at work in keeping the idea of running a company that sells entertainment that nobody wants. I guess their is a certain satisfaction in creating... but yet, hey my beer is done.

The Old Robertson

So i was reading in the news how some guy from the green party wrote some horse-shit years ago after 911 and it is coming back to haunt him. Now being a man who was targeted by the Green Party years ago to run as a candidate (until an ill fated policy meeting) i thought "What did old Robertson have to say on September 11 2001". Of course i pretty much knew but i went back to the original chronicles to check... which is a neat thing... or not... about blogs. As usual i was on the money fearing the obvious and not buying the hype. I ended up checking through the original chronicles and noticed a different feel, back then i didn't even know i was a blogger... we just had this bandROADBED and a friend Gareth made us a site and i was looking to have updates so that the thousands of visitors each day would have a reason to come back... (laugh track). I had thought that by taking the lead the other members of the band would then have their own "Chronicles" and the band site would become a balanced representation of it's components. but then of course why should it? A band is a band and not a collection of blog jackasses, no offense to all of you blog jackasses out there. Like i mean do you want to go and pay money to see a pack of keyboard eggheads play music? of course not.

Where was i going... something about a Blog as a record of ones opinions... I'd say I have been hammering the human sustainability gong for a long time... i guess it's time for me to get pessimistic for the new "Green" movement on the basis that trained consumers like "buzz words" and not "hardworking concepts".

Perhaps i should just go back to babbling like a loon about various unconnected thoughts with periodic outbursts into rogue poetry.

what would Mr. T say...

I believe it would be something like " I pity the fools that missed that A Ghost to Kill again show". And i do for so may reasons... i was thinking of trying to describe mule loving it... the way the back of his head nodded and the silhouette of his glasses and smiling face were loving every minute... but then there was Smash who was full on rocking out in front of Cory Curtis. Me, i have a stiff neck myself today from the aggressive rocking that the music made me oblige. I mentioned to Alvaro Rojas after the show that I'm going to need to come to rehearsals to get into shape for a show like that, to which he replied that there won't be one for a few months because Sam Cartwright is going out on tour for a while... well hot damn i pitied the fools that missed that show even more. Luckily for me Dustin Rilcof made it to the show which will save me trying to explain it's greatness over the saturday workout... not that i wouldn't mind trying but i really think it was one of those you had to be there moments.

the good the bad and the shitty

I went to see my buddy Ruth Minnikin at the main last night... we shall call her my buddy as she and the band Reels played the Supper Show last Wednesday. unfortunately when you are running a supper show you often miss the opportunity to become intimate with the performance as there is always somebody willing to tell you something. I got myself a potent dose of her beauty last night when the song "Stairs" came close to bringing me to tears.

I was kind of braying like a fine ass having missed RICOCHET at the Shadbolt Centre. There was a 2pm matinee show but i spent 1-2PM climbing the exterior of our building trying to kill some pigeons with a broom. wen i got back down to the ground my 3 year old daughter said "Daddy i need to have a conversation with you", she then wagged her finger at me saying "you shouldn't do that, that is very dangerous and you could fall down and hit your head, OK, i want you to look at me...". My wife had said something to the effect that "maybe this isn't the best time to scale 40 feet up the exterior of the building in an attempt to murder pigeons.

We are gathered here today to honor the passing of Super Robertson, who died yesterday after falling 30 feet onto a concrete patio... what possessed him to do such a bone headed thing one will never know, although anybody who knew him knew he was prone to rage induced bad decisions.

I did find out that they guy above me had a pigeon nest on his balcony... i don't think he uses his balcony... and perhaps... i still like my Falcon idea.

The bottom line. I cannot have pigeons shitting on me anymore. I should go and get some stone and carve that into the stone and then perhaps launch that stone through a window.