I can't think of a title... not now after everything i have gone through

I just don't really get computers. Which is odd for a person who has more login's than teeth... but alas i digress as one should do in a blogaroo. Just spent a few hours going over some Roger Dean Young songs for a show tomorrow night... i am a bass player.

I got a big kick out of that "i am a bass player" line.. you must read it with a deadpan.

in other news i bought a bus pass for october, as having 3 kids, working full time, trying to hammer some music and the rains inspired me to take a break from my 15 year tradition of biking to work no matter what. My location gives me a nice peaceful walk to the sky-train and then a short jump down the alley past a legion of sleeping homeless people (in world class Vancouver believe it or not).. and then the tricky part passing the stooges aggressively trying to force idiot advertising papers on everybody... what to even say about that... it could be a rant bigger than all of the ocean's combined. Like a shining beacon of stupidity where the dumbed down populous accepts it's swill.

As the publisher of the late Lynx Paw Courier i remember people telling me that the articles in my paper were too long and that people don't have time to read things like that... to which of course my response was that those people should be chocked, or something like that.. you know me a real ass hole when it comes to a staunch refusal to buy into things like that.

Just when environmentalism, as a word, is catching on, is see these papers as a full force groin kick into the midsection of reason. It should be banned from our public transit... as should all of those cell phone adds "great rates only in canada" or hey if you join the canadian federation of students you can get great deals on cell phones... and then after you come out of your bubble with our without your useless degree and a debt load bigger than any hipsters down-payment on their swank new condo you know where to go to consolidate your debt.

it's too bad an honest hard working tax paying family man can't go to work on the public transit without being forced into a fine rage with that nonsense.

And then he steps into Canada Post and the rage rises to a new level. I noticed that they were looking for a postmaster for Uculet... perhaps i should just "fuck this shithole" as the saying goes.