White Peaches

WHY?

Because a jackass like myself might be at a store with a bit on his mind knowing that he wants to enjoy some peaches. He is there focusing on the idea of Peaches erroneously thinking that he is focusing on peaches and when he sees "white peaches" he has the moment of insanity. The problem being... for some reason the "V" chip in his brain fails and the insanity is not recognized... and then white peaches are bought.

Later that evening after the medication our hero decides to bake some Peach tarts with the pastry he and his daughter made over the last weekend (another long story that ends with the idea that next time buy the pastry shell... perhaps i should tell that story instead of the one that ended moments ago when i ate a slice of White Peach after eating a wedge of peach peach.

Another fine point... the colour peach is a colour because that is the colour that it is. A peach dress is not white! A peach dress is peach. because everybody knows that a peach is perfect... unless of course it is some mutant product of a designer world that i will never be able to understand.

White peach.

Holy sheep shit i just went to dictionary dot com to see how one would set up a mock definition for white peach... i was going to write one with the words "woody, tasteless, vile, joke of a fruit, food for hammerheads... you know"

and i found this:

The white peach is the most flavorful, fragrant and delicious ...

Sure sure, you could say that proper scientific method would not have in it's procedures:

1) try one sample of one white peach fruit
2) draw a swift conclusion
3) immediately generalize
4) fly off the handle and publish completely your immediate irrational conclusions.

Indeed.

However my standing as a master scientist and acute observer of human failure gives me the moral authority to generalize Given the extreme abuse of the concept of "moral authority", i again argue that i am completely justified in the latest statement made above.

The tarts could be ready... have no fear i sugared the shit out of the tarts before i baked them (as any master baker would when placed in the deli-ma of have a useless main ingredient.

Useless main ingredient could be a concept to roll with.



Check this : Name Change!

Please note that we are no longer Pacific Music Industry Association, but Music BC Industry Association.

BC Foundation for Music Assistance has also been changed to Music BC Charitable Foundation

Should you have any questions regarding these name changes, please contact us at 604.873.1914 or info@musicbc.org

Smells like shit to me! sure wildly inappropriate of me to ridicule the industry in my apparent tool to break into the industry... hey hey no fools reading right. It just seems odd the Pacific Music industry Association that has been sending me emails full of opportunities for me to write them a check ever since i had to sign in to the BC Schmoozfest sometime ago would change the name that you would make the check out to. It's the type of thing you might want to stay consistant.

Is the name change more marketable?
Is the name change necessary because the name became synonymous with greed, nepotism, and incompetence?
Was it just time for a change?

= focus not on enriching music.

Perhaps i have a bad attitude ever since freedome to groove (#253) soaked Roadbed for like $400 US dollars to build one simple web page and make "Quicktime" versions of our songs provided we move our site to their server and pay $20-30 a month (can't quite recall but the rage is coming back). Mostly i was mad at myself because the incompetence was clear from the get go. They originally tried to sell me a site that i couldn't communicate with with a Mac computer and then the phrase "oh we were just so eager to make a sale" was said... idiot me stayed on the line... the rest of the story reads like classic treachery and after my check was cashed that the great new application that lets any computer play music because "the application is actually on the server so the visitor doesn't need to have the application on their computer and hence it is flawless" disappeared from the radar... i take it that the company that provided the service for freedometogroove wanted more money and they didn't want to pay so they figured they could just tell old Robertson... here are some quicktime versions of your songs... we had our lab in full force all afternoon doing this for you to justify our enormous fee.. because after all we are a team now... you and us selling together for a stronger tomorrow.

Now I'm in a bad mood... perhaps a white peach could cheer me up

i'll try another

funny. i had put them in the fridge in a bag as the old fruit fly population would just be swarming them... they fell out of the bag and bounced on the floor. this one is not that bad... a little too sweet or perhaps just lacking any flavour so all you get is a bit of sweet.

Still say can't beat a peach peach

is this for real

"Now the situation has changed where I'm able to speculate on the hypothetical."

George W Bush - boosting troop moral with his wisdom

so 3700 dead Us soldiers and 28000 wounded and then 800 000 Iraqi deaths and the king hammerhead is now able to speculate on the hypothetical.

And it was just one of the many quotes from a long news article in the CBC, and it just sat there like a bunch of letters hanging out in small groups.

I believe a scientist might speculate on the hypothetical, but George does not believe in science... just money and fear.

When you think about it when George Bush started the war you could say that he was speculating on the hypothetical... or was that Rumsfield speculating on the TV that was in room 708 of the Banff springs Hotel that day when security had to come and investigate what sounded like a rabbit being killed by a Barred Owl... but was in fact just me voicing my opposing speculation on the hypothetical.

So the real problem is... This is normal and not a problem and therefore North America is in for a stunning crumble. I recall the analogy "when the States goes down so will the row boat tied to the back of the Ocean Liner" I believe Wakefield uttered that one.

It's just so sad to have the knowledge the Humans have and yet we put our resources towards insane crippling bad news money grubbing concepts and ignore the hard truth that we are about to hit the wall.


http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2007/09/03/bush-iraq.html

fantastic

the real beauty is Ernie's first rhyme "maybe not bert but will do it all the same"- and then he pokes bert and explains

it is a perfect example of master puppetering... ernie snapping and drumming and his hand to his mouth on his rhymes... and bert's eyebrows and his dancing.
They maintain the idea that it is improv when bert says "I don't want to do it any more" it's like ernie didn't hear it so he puts his finger up and asks him to repeat.

an odd ending happens when ernie stops to go read the book he just leaves.. he doesn't give the classic laugh but yet we get bert trying to rhyme with a lamp.

Classic

Poor young "Hailerson"

as opposed to Emilson her twin sister that is.

You see hailerson is in the "Dungeon" right now. That is the place where babies go when the feel the need for excessive screaming... it is actually a fine bedroom located two floors below most of the sleeping people in the family, and then there is the father pecking away with an ear on the faint screams that make it up to the "main floor".

Indeed it has been a long time since a blogaroo has been posted... there are so many things to mention.

High comedy in the USA as of late... a 62 year old conservative senator, who happens to have gay male sex desires, and was busted in an airport and pleaded guilty but now says he is innocent is being forced... sure forced is probably correct to resign. A high ranking senator from his party had this gem "My opinion is that when you plead guilty to a crime, you shouldn't serve. That's not a moral stand. That's not a holier-than-thou. It's just a factual situation,". So it seems that the great crime here is to not stick to the golden rule "Deny Deny Deny!". I guess one could become "borne again" and thus anything that happened before the rebirth happened in your other life... as a certain president has been known to cling to.

There was also the news story of how some maniac burned "THE MAN" (symbol of the burning man festival) 4 days early as a "protest" to what Burning man has become... but the real highlight was that in the news story that was online there were the comments from readers (one of the best reasons for getting your news over the internet) and one comment was... "Did 'Ranger Sasquatch' really call someone an attention whore? Give me a break." . Still kills me. Oddly enough i was going to talk about this the other night and ponder how long before some deaths happen and lo and behold i see today that somebody hung himself and he was hanging for 2 hours before people got him down because "they thought he was doing an art exhibition". Very sad. The comments on that news story were what i would call unfortunate.

What about the NHL... Toronto, Ottawa and Montreal don't play Vancouver Edmonton and Calgary this year and most of them have "New jerseys". Talk about a fucking ass hole league... Gary Bettman should hold a press conference : OK all you longtime fans and supporters of our product... i just wanted to say FUCK YOU... and by the way now is the chance to pick up you new OFFICIAL NHL team jersey on sale now for a mere $287.

Poor Hailerson is really blasting away down there.

I should really get some links on those news stories...

Never-mind street hockey posts

While BBQ ing the chicken to go with the asparagus (and rice and corn and salad) I saw a bald faced hornet take down a wasp there was a fight on the dirt in the garden by the low bush blueberry plant (northland blueberry)... At first i thought they were mating... but then as i got closer (in panic i might take a sting range) i noticed that the bald faced hornet was giving the stings while the other wasp's pulsing abdomen was shooting blanks... then the hornet flew away with its prize... next thing you know i see an coopers hawk in the pine tree eyeballing the birds next door. dinner time all around

never too old for a good time

Did Mule Hughes score?

Notice how his eyes depict a fake... or did the ball deflect off of SR's pads?





Peter Lolley, ace photographer, took these on the weekend... i am steaming asparagus right now... i remember my father's asparagus patch and how it met demise due to my sporting events as a child... and then i was reminded. i grew up in a yard where you could hit a home run into the garden and be rounding 3rd base by the time you heard "Heey Maaaark... watch my garden... why don't you go play in the park, or better yet ther back stoop needs to be painted how would you like to do that!".

an here i am in Vancouver 2007 most people can't afford a 200 square foot box.. perhaps another example on how the decline of childhood should guartantee a stranger society.

road hockey ever other weekend in east Vancouver... don't miss.

Amazing how good camera equiptment is... like i mean those balls were being rifled... i guess however that what you are seeing is a rebound from a scintilating save, so, it makes sence.

another thing i'll never understand

why do people say "you don't need screens in vancouver"?

remind me to tell you about the Super fruit-fly trap... and then remind me to finish writing Drosophila melanogaster the song.

mostly it's the shit flies and the odd mosquito that would be kept out which in turn could cut down on vigorous swinging accidents.. and then of course you get a bald faced hornet or a yellow jacket wasp or one of those paper wasps with the thin abdomen... so you can relax with a wasp in the room with you right? Sure sure... as Magus once said although he said it to our roommate who had a twin brother who was gay and he was trying to tell magnus that his brother wasn't really gay but just experimenting.

So the guy who built this house has screens for the windows but he didn't include them because as i believe it that they are not included in the warranty. Typical humanity... some hammerhead buys a house and knocks a hole in his screen and then bitches at the developer to get a new screen and then the developer decides to never include screens in a house again even though the windows come with screens... he would rather store them in a storage space somewhere because of the headache of giving them to the person who bought the house and the windows. which reminds me to call with another reminder.

He will give me the screens because i understand that if i fuck them then it aint his problem.

but still the majority of people that i meet say you don't need screens in vancouver. Sure sure... if you are in Muskoka in june without screens then you will be eaten alive my mosquitos and black flies if you lack screens, and yes that won't happen in Vancouver... a mosquito just flew by... perhaps it is carrying dengue fever?

ahh yes the comfort of a fine one in a million paranoia

i want my screens

holy Cow

so here i am clicking keys and rocking 1 baby with my foot... How will i survive the next few years? I guess the answer lies in attitude... and some hammerhead CTI capitol just called for rammone robertson... stay focused don't blow a fuse it is too early in the day to go down with an aneurism. Interesting keeping the rhythm of typing with the rhythm of rocking baby in a bouncy seat.

So i guess i lost all my links with that "ad sense" fiasco... not that it was a fiasco in truth, but rather in principle.

Perhaps this should be now the super robertson child rearing blog? Perhaps it could get me away from the negativity i find with respect to business although i doubt it as it is business that is ruining the planet that my fine children will have to live in. Probably not a good idea to go into the automated air control that is happening in canada now... it tells you if it is safe to go outside and breath... but as Harper say's "we are not going to harm the economy".

So babies are funny... i call ours the Grunter-son's due to their auditory projections. With CT in the shower and the Grunter-son's by my side i click away at nothing in particular. Child rearing tip... don't always carry your baby around as they will come to expect it every time they can lie on the sopha and hang with you just fine. Our daycare lady told us that one.. you see she was running a daycare and had a child... they said how will you do it... she got into the habit of not always carrying him around and he was fine... not to say that you don't want to hold them but some babies will only sleep in your arms and when you put them down they cry. this can become problematic for getting things done... well Hailie is up now so i have 1 baby in arm i at feet so clicking must end.

June 17 2007

Emily




Hailie

So those 2 Buzzers are a week old tomorrow... all in all not bad. It was the 3 year old Kaiya who was up screaming all night last night. I guess these things happen when you lose attention to others you do like the others.

And another thing it appears that Younger's night is actually on Tuesday not thursday so i guess there was an error on those posters after all. Much change. I played some music today for the first time in what seemed like *** insert metaphor here***... it was kind of nice. Having a new house and some new kids can give a man an opportunity to check out his life. Kind of like the time some dudes jumped out of a van and tried to smash my head in... you review things in your life for signs of happiness and such.

I am so very fortunate to have never bought into the whole "Music business" scene... i haven't lost anything. I have missed many experiences... or have i. And there is the great unknown... my life is good, my friends are stellar, i like my music and i play it with people who feel likewise and contribute greatly to the cause. Perhaps you may have noticed that i occasionally fly off the rails on some rage pertaining to marketing and such.


Well so i got this cell phone before CT went into labour... to contact me when the event should happen and of course you can imagine my blood pressure as the salesman threw plan options my way... so i went with the "pay as you go"... being that the idea of a cell phone irritates me. none-the less it comes in handy every now and then so i am down to $1 left. So i go online to the Shit site... i mean Bell site and you can't just log in and buy some time... I could go to the store an buy a card and phone it in, or i could register on a "Pay as you go plan"... my take is Fuck off assholes you got my 90 bones for this shithole phone let me buy some fucking time without rooking me into a conversation with one of your shit eating salesmen... (to be fair the guy that sold me the phone was all good). It is that idea in humanity where everything HAS to be geared to sucking more money out of people. I can buy anything over the internet except time for my fucking 90 dollar phone... that would have been free had i signed on to get soaked for the next 3 years.

I guess a lot of my problems with music come from the same root... which is why i play for free every wednesday night. I will not be part of that system.

I should get some sleep

Another classic example.

note to Younger.

I am useless...


Perhaps i should just buy a pasture and graze with some other friendly ungulates


un·gu·late (ŭng'gyə-lĭt, -lāt') Pronunciation Key
adj.
Having hooves.
Resembling hooves; hooflike.
Of or belonging to the former order Ungulata, now divided into the orders Perissodactyla and Artiodactyla and composed of the hoofed mammals such as horses, cattle, deer, swine, and elephants.

titles are for chumps

And the times they are a changin'

Is that the wright punctuation for Changing... what is right or does it matter what you are actually saying. Do you speak with enough authority to dodge the laws of the language.

How many people i know who are on myspace right now and the reason i know they are there and it was all just an accident... perhaps i should check the Canada Lynx records email... perhaps some business offer awaits my prompt attention... wo got a few pages of "Friends requests" and "Somebody has made a comment about you" emails. WAIT HOLD ON !!!

2 things

The exclamation mark will make the number 1 if the caps lock is on
And 2, Back in my day a comment about somebody was used as a vehicle for comedy and they weren't meant to hear it... perhaps that is why i have been mistaken as an immature jackass for the better part of my life.

where was i

Oh yea... i was going to do apiece about that NY Times article the Mule pointed out on Difficult music it was going to be a comedy piece on how the successful blogger/ musician interacts with his readers, and the old S Robertson special about to go into a tirade on how he happened to go on myspace and thought he would look at his profile and notice that everybody he knows is on myspace right now at 10:30 on a fine Monday night. INSANITY Put down you computer keyboards and go and learn a trade you fucking scene sucking ninnies.

Sure i am hamming it up a bit and i might not sucker punch all of those who are on the list as surly they could see that i two was online. Perhaps a planet of the apes like "where we all end up online"... never-mind i haven't even seen the movie

I almost want to post a picture of my house with the fence and then go into fence building wisdom, but perhaps i am too paranoid that a thief will end up monitoring my Myspace activity ant then breaking in to my house, getting by the alarm, and our guard dog "Fangs" to rob me after studying my behavior.

I still have to make Younger a poster

Shit

I wonder

I wonder if i got rid of that damn "adsence" clicky thing above the blog that i accidentally signed up for some time ago as a result of some wrong thinking. In some ways it was actually "right thinking" but with unfortunate results. It would be a long explanation and i have just spent many hours building a fence and will choose to not go into why i thought it might be a good idea to see what kinds of adds one would put on this here blog should somebody who gets paid to read blogs and connect them with like minded advertising. Shall we leave it at "S Robertson and marketing folk do not and will never see eye to eye" and move on... i think so.

I must say life is good.. the other day i took a call and after i hung up i thought "Yea well that's a good problem for you fuckers". I expect only W.B. will fully get that one but he is pretty sharp.

I have moved into a house like structure and i can now go out my front door see my fence and yard hear the wind blowing in the trees and feel a general sense of relaxation.

A few weeks ago i would go out my front door to catch a passing... never-mind

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.