Today was one of those days where I spent money and released my inner hipster.

-Breakfast at Shine with my buddy Ryan.
-Coffee at Habit.
-Haircut at Victory Barber.
-Ordered the new Shins single from Ditch Records.
-Filled my Growlers at Phillips Brewery.

I'm everything I hate.

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Writing something tonight could be too easy. 

Another batch of appointments with the doctor tomorrow. Doing well. Still in a fair amount of pain. Movement is limiting I can't exactly walk for that long without being in pain and needing to sit/curl up with an ice pack. 

I spent some money I really didn't need to spend the other day. Isn't that always the way? When you aren't working all you want to do is spend and spend. I was looking at fucking motorcycles the other day. Thanks for the well placed Triumph ad Wired magazine. 

God damn I want a motorcycle. I still need to learn how to properly ride. I've whipped around a dirt bike once or twice, but nothing serious. 

Nothing new to report. Just that I'm living the dream.  

Although Bill C-11 may be an improvement on earlier iterations of this type of legislation, its digital lock tilts the balance too far in favor of industry. Current legislation allows for certain groups such as students and journalists to use works without copyright permission or payment. By enshrining digital locks, this bill would effectively eliminate these special exemptions when the information is digitally encrypted.

Some of the bill’s provisions are positive, as it recognizes several new user rights, including allowing for everyday activities such as recording television shows or moving music files from one platform to another. People can also copy any content they legally own for personal use. A welcome addition to this legislation is the provision allowing for the ripping and mixing media content for personal parodies and remixes, including YouTube clips.

All of these exceptions are trumped, however, if the original content is digitally encrypted. This digital lock provision is straight from the US’s draconian Digital Millennium Copyright Act, and should be immediately revised.

As a Member of Parliament, I am committed to supporting the principles of fair use, consumer information privacy, communications market competition and rationalization of the statutory damages provision.

Thank you again for your letter, and I hope you continue to stand up for the issues you believe in.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth May, O.C., M.P.
Member of Parliament for Saanich-Gulf Islands
Leader of the Green Party of Canada

This was the actual reply I got from my local MP Elizabeth May. 

Get off your duff, Canada! Send your local MP a letter expressing your thoughts on the Copyright Modernization Act! Let’s stop this! CLICK HERE!

Canadian Coalition for Electronic Rights.

Acres of Lions played a show for the Victoria House Concert B series last night. 

Check out more photos.  

Wait! It's not what you think. 

I don't get some serious thoughts while squeezing out a deuce. I can't even read when I'm in the bathroom, it's one of those get in and get out deals. 

That's why you come to my blog. To read about me having bowel movements. I guess I've finally crossed that line I didn't want to eventually cross. There is no coming back. Up next the failed sexual exploits of Tyson Elder. 

Back to our regularly scheduled blog post about thinking in the bathroom. 

The bathroom is where all my big ideas happen and slip away with the grime, soap, and water of the shower. (I had a particularly blue line to go here.) That's right I get ideas in the shower. 

Generally when an idea rolls around in my head all through the day. Most of the time I'll be at work when this idea pops in to say hello. I scribble some unformed idea in a notebook I keep in a coverall pocket and hope something happens with it. When I get home from my working day smelling like an aircraft's asshole I throw my notebook in my office, and have a shower. 

In that five to seven minute window of fluctuating temperature water the idea comes back in full force, but without me being able to write it down. I think of that witty one liner that will never see the light of day, the opening paragraph to this blog post, or something vaguely business related. 

By the time the soap is out of my eyes the idea is being back to half formed. Lacking those qualities that made it so “unique” in the shower. I rush to my computer, fire up 750, but normally it's gone. The light bulb is there but it is flickering with the last seconds of life. I bang something out, but I know it isn't right. That's why I normally don't have anything brilliant to put up here. A rule of thumb on my blog is that I don't like to put up things I'm not happy with. 

So, here is my predicament. I have ideas in the shower that I can't capture and therefor can't ship. Wow, that sounded really social media douche-y. 

Do you have any suggestions on how I save these ideas and thoughts in the shower without ruining my walls, shower, periodical table shower curtain, and bathtub? 

I'm all ears. Trust me they are clean I just had a shower.

It's not pretty and it's certainly not fun, but I'm okay. There are no pictures. I'm certainly not going to take one. I don't have an x-ray to wave about, and I don't have a cast.

What I do have is a crack through one of the bones in my foot. Making it extremely difficult for me to do any real moving along at a decent speed. There is a limp. I walk funny because I'm resting my wait on my big toe and my heel. Staying away from the “palm” of my foot. I've been bombing around on crutches from time to time. Icing in the meantime. As you can guess there are no painkillers. Also I'm not at work. 

I do have to say my friends have been super solid offering to pick up groceries, drive me around, and you know generally awesome. Kat wins friend of the year though for picking me up at the hospital in a deathtrap when I couldn't get a cab. 

All in all I'm doing well. Bored out of my fucking skull though. I think I've watched a series and a half of Doctor Who now. Yes, I'm watching that now. I'm into series 5 as I write this so shut up nerds. I watch all six episodes of Sherlock at 90 minutes a piece. I've also rewatched a few Sophia Coppola movies, a movie about Joy Division, a couple documentaries, and my regular weekly television digest. Too much British television maybe? 

I did a little bit of cleaning today. It's hard to be on my feet for too long though. So I gave up and finished Chris Hardwick's book. I listened to music, podcasts, and a bit of 'Life'. Can you tell I'm bored? I need to find something to fill my time that isn't television, video games, or movies. 

I've been writing a little. I keep getting distracted though. Looks like my allergies are acting up.  

Time to ice the foot. 

Five and a half hours later I was clearing the half foot of snow off the truck in what felt like a blizzard (I'm getting soft in my old age). I put the truck into 4Low, and rolled up the driveway. Visibility was the shits but there was no one on the road. I took my time and made it to work. In a losing battle I shoveled snow for two hours only to watch steps behind me fill in.

I left. There was no point in us being there. The coffee shop was open, and I figured I would swing in to grab a coffee before going home. I got out of the truck, wiped the ice off the wipers, turned to start to the door, and just like that I was face down in the snow.

A path not cleared. I tripped over a curb. I sprung back up in shock, but more embarrassed. I come here everyday how did I not know the curb was there. Oh yeah, snow. I ordered a coffee and a sandwich to go, and sat down at a table. Only to realize that my right foot was now killing me. Every movement a sharp pain runs up my leg.

I shuffled down my driveway, stripped off my snow covered coveralls, boots, and jacket. I made my way to my bedroom to collapse in pain, embarrassment, and an oncoming wave of loneliness.

The snow, the country, and where I live are isolating. I lay here wondering to myself if I could get help if I actually needed it. It is the first time in a very long time I've felt vulnerable and alone where I live. Sometimes you just want someone to take care of you or drive you to the hospital. Sometimes you just want your parents to look after you.

Against my better judgment I'm not going to brave the roads to go to the hospital to get my foot looked after unless I really have to. When the snow stops falling and the roads are actually plowed. Until then I'm going to lay here alternating this cold pack on my foot, napping, and reading.

I'm an adult now?

A couple shots I really dig from two of the house concerts I went to last week. I'm sure there will be a few words added here about them later. Until then to see more of my shots of Shaun Verreault and John Mann check out my Victoria House Concert B set on flickr.

Everyone needs music in their lives.  

I do have had something to write, but it's not something I'll be sharing on here for everyone to see.

This morning I got an email asking me why I decided not to do my top ten records this year, and why I decided not to do a daily prompt for December like I have most years.

I sort of decided I wouldn't do a top ten this year last year. I read this article by John Roderick, and it made me think about not doing it really. Also, I find it pretty hard to do a top ten list when I listen to so much new music every year. My short list this year was roughly twenty albums, and well it makes it a little tough to whittle it down to what I listened to more. I will probably end up posting a list of albums I dug this year at some point.

As for the prompts I can honestly say I haven't had the time or energy to put into them. Not with all this television I have to watch. I actually took a look at this years prompts, and decided to say fuck it. Prompts are fun, but when it's a bunch of mommy bloggers (not that I have problems with mommy bloggers) writing the daily prompts it isn't quite what I'd want to write about.

On that note I do need to get my writing for this blog back on track so if you have any ideas for something you'd like to see me write about let me know.

In other news people keep complimenting my beard.

I grew it myself.