I really have to remember my login

I guess there is no way around it. i was thinking of lobbying for some kind of internet eyescan ID system, but by the time you type those words a large monster red flag reminds you to do one of 2 things. Remember your login or continue to use your long and unnessicary convoluted pathway to a blogaroo. The only question left is why.

you should have seen CT eyeballing the asshole neighbours with their lights on during Earth hour. Speaking of that Don Cherry took himself down a notch by challenging the concept of global warming on national television armed with the scientific data that "it was cold this winter". What to say about that?

Diversity is the key to life.
thin that diversity and the key becomes weak, sick and broken.

Humans Undiversify life
don't worry about the fact that undiversify is not a word... you understand the meaning. or you don't want to.
A politician or a schill would say that's not a word and the author is a lunatic... go ahead clear that forest, burn that fuel, shit in that water, create that litter, buy that product, feel this way, think this is important, need this, don't worry about the risk, you are richer than you think

I love Don Cherry... when it comes to hockey he is always right. my only worry is that when he says things like he did tonight people will see him as a loon with a small closed mind and not listen to the important things he said like "keep politicians out of hockey and fighting in".

my thumb is bothering me, and the reason my thumb is bothering me defies all logic.

If you ride public transit in Vancouver you must know about two "Papers" called "24 hours" and "the metro". As a matter of principle i always pass up having one handed to me by the resident "handers" that are forever in front of all skytrain stops... or at least the ones i ever go to. I might have touched on the blatant environmental insult that the presence of these papers represents... then there is the content!

Anhyoo, there i was in the train and beside me was a metro paper. I often take them and give them back to the folks giving fresh papers to people... they never like that one... perhaps they are being monitored and given "performance reviews". So i went to fold it back up and in the process ripped a hole in my thumb on the staple holding the paper together. You can imagine my rage... then i tried to rip the staple out part as a measure of revenge and part so this doesn't happen to the next person who gets the paper after i deliver it back to it's source and it takes another round. but the staple was a stubborn one and refused to come out jabbing me again and again forcing my hand to destroy that paper which proved to be some great amusement for a couple of brothers across the isle.

The question now would be... What is my purpose?

The bible, so i was told, has a line about not letting your hidden talents go to waste.



should probably go and read revelations now.

got to move this self serving horse shit down the line a bit... not only that but i ate sushi for dinner tonight and i am mighty hungry. did i mention that my horoscope has me either fired or promoted soon. Did i mention the tirade i went on at work the other day? As i sit here mowing down tasty potato chips and contemplate how to even begin to describe the conundrum. I probably won't get fired although in some ways my justified bad attitude to the absolutely ridiculous structured insanity i face could set off some bells, but the fact is i am a good employee when it comes down to the bare bones (good attendance, can do job, rarely ever gets complaints... and when he does it is because the other fucker is wrong!

Kind of like how the whole tone of this fucking shithole blog is coming into a self-righteous period... which is new for me. i often shoot myself first for comedy and then let the jackals parade over my carcass.

what i am really doing now is uploading video of the supper show... for good or ill. a free show is a free show. Just uploaded Tiger Prawn's first song. As a note this new "Blogger" spell check ani't half bad... it won't correct ain't but what can?

Speaking of the Supper Show... I was absolutely enraged with myself for singing the 3rd verse of frustrated man where the 2nd verse should be. It pretty much ruined the show and the next day for me... then the question becomes Why play music? it is all for naught because the moment i stepped into work on thursday morning and heard that we were having a meeting on "How to deliver pizza flyers" the day was fucked. How somebody who knows nothing yet needs to justify their job tells somebody to tell somebody to tell the person who's job it is to deliver the pizza flyer how to do it after announcing 5 times over a PA that a "Meeting" is coming up at 8 am... how could i possibly get promoted?

well well

Just spent some time reading the super robertson chronicles from 2005 and before. Originally i wanted to see what kind of thoughts i had when there was only one child in our family. i have to say, there were some pretty good laughs in there... this whole exercise has had it's moments. i remember when i was going to stop playing music, or at least stop pretending that i am in the music business and fold all operations and find something else to carry my dreams. I was going to try to be a writer, but then the reality that i would have to spend hours every day, which i don't have under current circumstances, kicked in and the music was there to be played. I remember Smash telling me that me not playing music was utterly ridiculous, which is a point that has merit, and in reality i am barely in the "music business". Then again if anything is doomed it is the "music business" as well as the "environment", of course. but those are other bones to pick

What to write about and why? Are the questions to ponder at this moment. Sleep would be more apropos,,, but you know an insane maniac has their ways. Wow did i just use "their" correctly? score one up for the mule hughes school of grammar.

Did i mention i am going to go on tour in the summer to support the release of the forthcoming 21 tandem Repeats release that suddenly has a few months for possible revisions. Dane fortune turn thy wheel! Now being one who has never gone around saying "I'm going on tour man", quite the opposite rather, i see this now as a done deal... all i have to do is do it... which should be no problem when the mind is aligned properly.

In terms of all of that i see things working out. I see it clearly as one king hell time. All systems are in place and there is nothing to lose. If anything i can give myself a mighty clap on the back... life has been good to me, i have worked hard and moved wisely, played a conservative game, and now it is time to rock, as the old adage goes. Speaking of old adages did anybody catch last Saturday's Leaf's game... at one point Harry Neil said " like the old adage... you don't ask a juggler what ball he likes best as long as he doesn't drop any of them" whatever the hell that means