19 February 2007

Do not listen to Doctor Mario

He is not a medical professional

I can't stop laughing at this comic. As Jeph from Questionable Content says, it's the funniest comic about Doctors who are not also Ninjas. I'll have to clean up all my links and drop that in


Yeah, me too. Sad dream this morning, old ghosts getting put to bed etc.

15 February 2007

all those people drinking lover's spit



Broken Social Scene - "Lover's Spit" Music Video



Live in Ottowa

14 February 2007

GBBV Day

Ah, good ol' Great Big Blowing Void Day.

To be honest, it doesn't have the urgency, pain and emptiness that it used to. Maybe I am just mellowing with age. Maybe it's just the numbness that came post the my faithful serpent episode. I was at lunch with H on saturn'sday and we started talking about how she was just so ready to get the hell out of her parent's house and it was really R who helped, and that's why H thinks R is the best bitch since sliced bread (I'm paraphrasing) and H asked me if I had anyone like that. I don't -- which she thought was sad, and I suppose it might be -- and the Bee was really the last one like that. Before that was Mo, and that turned out...poorly. Eden and Bunny are cool, but we've scattered to the winds. Which is a shame sometimes cos man they could make some music. I really miss the comfort of having someone that I could trust like that -- to call at whatever time and just know that it would be ok to talk if it was necessary. I mean, Sun's great and Tai-Tai and Mei-Mei are of course bastions of sincerity and strength, but I have to admit there are things I would not tell them without a Serious Need To. And it's not like Bee had a free pass to deepest darkest dave, but she had one. I thought she'd earned it, but then again, I thought Mo'd earned it too.

Half the people I know think they got me pegged or think that they know me well. Maybe Sun a bit and maybe Mills a bit. Mostly they got a leg or a trunk or an ear...I don't think anyone sees the whole elephant.

Cess introduced me to a friend, pretty girl, who's got danger written on her in two-foot-tall letters, worse than the ninja redhead. I think I surprised both of them by being very honest. I don't know, I thought I was being aloof. And I am pretty sure the chick, let's call her Blunt Girl for the sake of whatever, thinks I'm ten kinds of jerk or stupid. And I am pretty sure they both think I let slip intimate details or something, but I just don't think anyone can really get at my emotions anymore. To misquote ye olde lowbrow, "that's not scar tissue on the broken heart...that's a callous"