Monday, October 22, 2007

I'm on a roll... i signed into the right account... do the math on that dog of a concept

It is the little things that get you when you have Kids. you know living in a house with a person who believes that one pee requires 4 rolls of toilet paper... and then Robertson uses the washroom before bed and ends up in a mad plunging session... not to say that a 37 year old man swearing his head off in the washroom with wet socks is a little thing, but you know what i mean.

Although if I'm sure about anything i might be that i don't think i very good at translating what i mean.

Been song-writing lately... i was going to go down and listen to a song called "Robertson's dream apple orchard" one last time before i delete it into it's deserved oblivion

THATS iT WHAT I NEED IS A BRAND NEW SONG BLOG

like a rectal exam from a gay doctor.

should i leave that last remark? is it bad?

Me , I have a woman Doctor and apparently i don't get rectal exams until I'm 40. Perhaps i will have a heart attack before that.

I had a gay chiropractor one time but he was a quack, and i think i had a gay physiotherapist one time and he was excellent.

What would i think of a gay doctor examining my rectum?

If he did a good clinical job i think i would be OK. Come to think of it my female doctor hasn't given me a testicular exam in a while. As a man with a strong learned paranoia of health disorders how do you request a groin checkup from your opposite sex doctor?

I guess the same way you would ask one from you gay or same sex heterosexual doctor.

You see i have this rectal problem, it usually flares up after a dozen coffees on a lazy Saturday.

Friday, October 19, 2007

The title of a blogaroo, if left untitled becomes the first few lines of the blogaroo... is this what i recall? It becomes irrelevant because the writing that one is "sharing", will have answered that question before they need that wisdom. Then the obvious question becomes DID THEY NEED THAT WISDOM? And one could argue quite successfully that that is not even wisdom... which leaves this writer feeling like a mighty Hammerhead.

What if an ESL student stumbled upon the Super Robertson Chronicles? What explanations could possibly come out of that?

Oddly enough, foreign exchange students have been my bread and butter lately. The Super Robertson Supper Show has had a good run with the exchange student audience attendance... If i could have just pulled out a Japanese version of Gibbering Fool last week.

I need sleep

Friday, October 12, 2007

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.