Wednesday
Jul282010

Fly By Morning. 


Tomorrow morning I'm flying out to Kingston to see my sister and my nephew.


Lately I've had this odd feeling of dread when I think about flying anywhere. This is only one of many recent irrational fears I've developed and I have no idea why.

I (used to) love flying. The uncomfortable seats, being unable to sleep, the crappy food, the shitty headphones, and the terribly re-edited films to make them family friendly. There is something reassuring about a stewardess crashing into your elbow with the beverage cart and somehow always hitting your funny-bone. Or the old people scrambling over top of you as soon as the plane takes off (the seatbelt sign are still on) to go to the bathroom.

I think Peru fucked me up. Probably something to do with the full 24 or more hours of travelling one way. Not being able to escape it even for a second. I remember enjoying it but I also remember when I got back to Canada after 4 days of crazy travelling I didn't want anything to do with an airplane for at least a month. That month has now turned to 4 months.

I'm not afraid of terrorists, getting sick, or recycled air. I think know I'm going to go despite however I feel about flying because there is something more important at the end of the road. A free trip to Ontario. Oh and my nephew.

It seems there is only one way to get over your fears. Lying in your bed in the fetal position.

Monday
Jul262010

Thoughts on a Monday. 

When did people stop telling jokes?

Seriously, when did people stop telling jokes? Remember when you could go out to any cocktail party or bbq and people would tell jokes? We all used to have our go to joke in our back pocket that we had memorized front to back. We had the comedic pauses and hand gestures down to a tee. I kind of miss hearing those same old almost corny jokes.

Today we are stuck with the anecdotes. Everyone has a funny story or mishap that has happened to them in the recent pass so we tell these long winded stories about ourselves and our friends. I know I'm guilty of this crime more so than most but I at least take solace in that you are guilty of it too.

Seriously I'm tired of hearing assholes talk about accidently signing up for a gay cruising site on the internet or being found where "hobos go to die." When will those guys learn to tell a dirty limerick.

Oh wait that asshole is me. 

Monday
Jul192010

Don't Rob Me.


So I'm currently house/dog sitting for my parents. It means I'm not at my place with all the comforts of my place. Mainly my computer and my video games. But I do have satellite tv and a king size bed so I guess it kind of works out to my advantage.

Ketchup or Catch up.

On Friday night Rozie and Shaynebow dropped by for some BBQ action on the deck. We talked about things I think. This sobriety thing isn't helping the memory. Also Shayne spent an hour trying to figure out how much money it would take me to do the Grouse Grind with him. I might need to be heli-lifted out of the parking lot.

On Saturday I met up Jason Walsh for a photo shoot. Every musician needs a few shots to pass around. We tackled allergies, bramble bushes, thorny bushes, pokey things, and a bunch of other unpleasant things to get some great shots. I've only put one online (and it is pictured above). There are more to come once I get back home and when my portfolio is online. More on that later.

On Sunday Brian and I headed to the Comic book store. It is moving to Langford so a shit ton of stuff is on sale. I ended up picking up a few new books to read including the soon to be a tv show The Walking Dead. As well as The Sixth Gun, an X-Files/30 Days of Night crossover, and a Jurassic Park comic (I know I'm 12 all over again). I also grabbed a few records down at Ditch I've had my eye on for a while.

On Monday (today) I went to work nothing special there just regular old fashioned work.

So please don't break into my place while I am away.

Tuesday
Jul132010

Diminishing Returns.

Where the fuck have I been for the last two weeks?

I could easily lie to you and tell you I was washing oil of ducks and baby turtles or I could tell you I've been on vacation somewhere in the tropics. The truth is I've been here sobering up and being plain old anti-social.

I've spent hours staring at my entry page trying to write something of interest on here. Most of the time I'd get fed up or not think it is worth while to post my thoughts on the World Cup (because it seemed like everyone did that). If you really want to know what I thought about the final match I can sum it up in one word disappointed.

I have been writing though. Just not for my blog. I'm sure I could have posted the things I've been working on to get thoughts and such on it but I'm a little self conscious about it. Many revisions have ensued. I'm not writing a book or a screenplay.

I'm hoping to get my ass in gear and keep up with this blog. Eventually I hope to be writing for here several times all working on something else that I've been dreaming and scheming up for the better part of five years. Priority right now is to keep this thing going.

And don't forget you can always ask me a question.

Tuesday
Jun292010

All Along The Watchtower. 

There is no getting around the fact that the G-20 Summit happened on the weekend in Toronto.

Photo Stolen from Tim Kennedy Photography
On late Saturday afternoon my tumblr feed was flooded with photos of police cars on fire, police officers in full riot gears, masked protesters smashing shop windows, graffiti saying something vaguely "anarchistic," and other forms of destruction. All this from a peaceful protest? Almost immediately I thought to myself I should be in Toronto to document this. Well at least get a few good shots to maybe sell. I also almost immediately sided with the police in their efforts to control a situation that was almost entirely out of control.

I've been to a few protests in my day. I'm not sure I fully believe in the cause but I was there and I showed my support. (I think one of them had to do with logging in BC which would later be ironic when I started working for a company that logs BC Forests.) Every protest I went to there seemed to be a 5% faction of people who were ready to take it to the next level which became clear when watching the protests in Toronto. Reminiscent of the Anti-Olympic protests in Vancouver weeks before the Games when store fronts and bank windows were smashed in downtown Vancouver. All for something that is happening whether you liked it or not.

I've always felt that you can always make your voice heard but when you start committing crimes (like setting a police car on fire or destroying the window front of an American Apparel) the people who are in a position to listen to you and help you change things will discredit your opinion. Leaving you worse off than when you started.

On Monday evening after getting home from work I saw this 10 minute video posted on twitter. That changed my mind from disliking the approach of those dirty hippy protesters to sympathizing to what was happening to them. It almost seemed like a sci-fi movie where the world is ruled by a totalitarian dictatorship sending out the Thought Police in full riot gear to silence the public. Watching the riot police move in unison, preventing any escape, and closing in on a small group of peaceful protesters. All of a sudden people who don't seem to be doing anything are sucked out by faceless officers and the wall is closed again only to open again to suck out another unsuspecting protester.

If police have the right to do this for this protest what is stopping them from doing this during other non-violent protests, strikes, post bar drunks, and concerts? This is just another strike against something I once respected. Especially in Victoria where police seem to have the authority to take a running kick at you when you are already in handcuffs.

Now I'm conflicted. Who do I believe? What side is right? What side is more in the wrong? I know the truth is never black and white but we always seem hope it is. Or at least I do when it comes to situations like this especially when it is in your home and native land.

Do I question authority or blindly follow what I'm told?