dogslife

Birthday present, you say? How about a nice kangaroo scrotum? I'm sure she'd be tickled.

damn tha man

You're a good man.

But WHY is it in the Dirty Talk section?

It was indeed one of those scary bastards. It could've eaten my pinky finger, if it were so inclined. Hence the oven mitts.

for goodness sake man what are you doing up!

I often wondered how you managed to work, read as much, maintain a nine year romantic endeavor and still find time for auxiliary awesome.

I see sleep is the sacrifice.
enjoy your breakfast.

i have to admit to kinda liking that song

and by the way, that is a styling new pic. i dig it

Anytime anybody writes about money, they always seem to sway towards it's negative side. We should all just go back to trading sheep and goats.

Just thought about a vault full of sheep. Had to laugh.

[Edited on May 30, 2004 4:05PM]

I'm going to put it in the window so the neighbors can see!

So here's the skinny - apparantly we're going to start scheming for some kind of day-long Toronto field trip in which you, Ginny, Photogrrl, and myself are going to get together and paint Toronto an imperial violet. The tentative agenda that has been proposed involves lunch at Salad King (thai) and dinner at Seniors (swank steakhouse/best restaurant in the GTA), and shenaniganery in between. I've warned Photogrrl that we'd probably need to plan on at least on hour of you and I geeking out in guitar shops, and she said the girls could go off and do girly things. But apparantly we can watch and take pictures, so it's all good.

Phase One of this plan will come into effect after I survive my drive to TO this weekend, and the concept of "driving to/in Toronto" becomes less horrifying. (Maybe instead of "after", I should say "provided".) So we'll talk.

Re: Lollapalooza. Interested, but can't make a firm committment just yet. I have a major family surgery to get through between now and then, and I might not have any vacation days left over at the end of it. I'll get to the end of that rollercoaster and let you know where things sit. Is it in Molson Park ?

Gold medal indeed!

...and in a 70mile race, we have time to do a lot of things; perhaps someday I'll teach you how to relieve yourself at 27mph on a bike without getting any on you.

...someday after I figure that second part out.

after all, it's the only shining light of freedom sort of thing to do....

i was usin the yellow one exclusively. apparently siv was kinda playing the field. this oddly sums up some sort of distinction between her and i probably. it didn't really matter who else used the yellow one of course, it was just important that i only use the yellow one. i've put my wallet in the same pocket since i was 12, heh.

i think we can probably all take ease in the fact that i nearly never, neverrr notice when someone else has drank too much. i'm always far too busy drinking too much m'self :]

yeh i agree, the corny "i met them on a website" thing tends to always be culturally downplayed so much that you're not supposed to have an investment, but that's just stupid. okay, so you don't have body language and stuff, but come on. hopefully the world at large gets over that taboo and we don't have to go around talking about meeting online in secret circle-jerking societies while drinking zima.

i didn't even notice the beer store indecision other than you and ginny talking about it. i think i was more focused on surviving tiny plane and getting a good post-tiny-plane buzz on after showing off the tiny tiny lubricant. that and was just staring at all the beer store beer going "mmm. beer." and thinking of that funny guy doing checkout in the store beforehand.

the food all around kicked ass. the bacon and eggs and chickent and salad and strawberry pierogies and STREET MEAT all gained me pounds i will probably have no hope of shedding until our next visit or your visit or whateva. canada has made me a pudgy lil man. of bono-like proportions.

we need some gin dogs to fly some toasters down this way. cobra command orders it be so.

Dogslife, sir, you write a fine story. I have a difficult time with the first irl meeting protocol as well. Properly managed, a bit of nerves is a good thing - lets you know you are alive and forces you to pay enough attention to do well [whatever the task at hand]. If you're never nervous, you're not livin'.
Have a good weekend.

hey aren't you supposed to be writing about robots or something?