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 08 .29 .01  Yesterday I went to Charlottetown with Nathan and Charlotte by way of the chauffeuristic stylings of MacPhee. We spent quite a good day in the "big city" and lugged around a bunch of junk that made trekking about all that much more tiring. I spent money on stuff I really didn't need and ate way too much food.It was a nice day and laid back and relaxing even though we walked around for the better part of 8 hours. I'm surprised my feet and legs aren't killing me. Then we rushed home to Summerside where Charlotte, making use of her special powers, got all four of us in to see "The Others" for free. I highly recommend this movie. It was genuinely scary and didn't rely upon any cursing, nudity, gore, or cheap special effects. It was a great movie through and through. Everyone in the movie was great, even the kids were amazing actors. The last good, scary flick I saw was "What Lies Beneath" and I hope more movies like this come out in the near future. I get such a kick out of hearing people screaming and freaking out. 08 .27 .01
Holly forwarded me a similar picture a few months back that I wish I had kept. Maybe it's a joke by the Asian restaurateurs or maybe it's a good chuckle for sign companies. Maybe it's both. Maybe they're both in on it. Just thought I'd share. 08 .26 .01 Another full weekend day today. I spent the day and most of the night out at Nathan's family cottage in Union Corner. A pretty cozy little spot that just happened to be mercilessly bombarded with sea wind today. It was pretty crazy how windy it was but it was a nice day so it all kind of evened out. I sat around with Nathan and Charlotte, and a bunch of his relatives and friends, talking, playing some music, and eating until it felt like my guts would bust out of my stomach. It was a pretty good time and I ate a mushroom burger. Not a hamburger with mushrooms on it but a bun with a big, barbequed Portabello mushroom cap as the patty. It was weird but it was good. 08 .25 .01
Man, he was pissed, though. The old guy's lip was quivering and he was swearing at us pretty harshly. We promptly left without any trouble, though. It's just a good thing he didn't know we had a crowbar and planned on busting into the place. He would have killed us.
We stayed around for a bit and took pictures of the poor thing. Mark got really close and snapped some real beauties, and I got some nice pics and footage of it too that I can hopefully do something with. Here's one of the better snapshots I took. So with disks full and sand between our toes, we returned home where I soon found myself on my way to Waterworks with Sharon and Nathan for fajitas, paid for using our winnings from Simpsons trivia. Mmm, fajitas... Then back to some inlay design/layout, some talking with Charlotte later, and finally some welcome chatting with Erin. A pretty good day in my books. 08 .24 .01 We had quite the gathering here tonight. Me, Nathan, Charlotte, Ryan, Luke, Tyler, Melissa, and D'Anyil crammed into our newly de-carpeted living room and spent 90-odd minutes reliving the joys of our childhood (well, some of us anyway) as we watched "G.I. Joe: The Movie." That movie freaked me out quite a bit as a kid. All the organic weaponry stuff of the Cobra-la was just weird and creepy. Very Robotek-ish and similar to Akira is a lot of ways visually (but on a much, much smaller scale). Not to mention what happens to Cobra Commander and some of the insight into his past. I was surprised at how good the animation was considering it was G.I. Joe. I always remember how classic the cartoons of the 80s were but I could never quite remember appreciating it the way I do now. All I can say is CLASSIC. The voices, the characters, the sound effects, and pointing out the Joes and vehicles we owned as kids was just cool. I've been looking for that movie for years, and D'Anyil thankfully won it on eBay and was nice enough to share his good fortune with the rest of us. Yo, Joe. 08 .21 .01 Lots of stuff on the burner right now. Nathan's CD inlay which needs to be designed and prepped carefully for production, and then his site needs to be created. I've already made a little dummy Flash intro but the site will take a fair amount of time to complete. And then there's the ever-present and ever-nagging dugost.com web site. I appeased the beast a little tonight by adding a new project entitled "Stabbing RED Point" which is now the third of such little presentations. Actually, I should probably be working on the main site instead of piddling my time away with these little things but they're fun and hopefully interesting to someone else besides me. 08 .19 .01 Sometimes I get these weird dreams where I'm usually picturing my room while I'm in bed but the perspective is way off and it seems like everything is so huge and I feel very small and compact. It gives a very comfortable feeling, very snug and very cozy, and it's neat to try and imagine moving while in such a tiny state. It's very hard to describe the experience fully but it's almost a half-waking type of dream, and I always try to stay asleep as much as I can when it happens. I remember when I was a kid, I had one of these dreams where I was all bundled up in my blankets and pillows, and a bunch of giants came in trough the doorway and had a pillow fight. It seemed to be in slow motion or a really languid type of thing, and I can remember it quite vividly. That was probably the first of such dreams I remember. I hardly ever have dreams that I remember anymore, and it's very seldom I have a "closing in" dream. I should to to bed soon and try to have one. 08 .12 .01 Erin arrived here on Wednesday and I was never so happy to see someone in my life. After talking to her online and on the phone for practically a year, it was a very surreal experience to finally meet her in person. This was her second time flying to Canada from California for weddings this summer. This time, before she went back to Montreal for her friend's wedding, she decided to visit me for a few days. Now it's Sunday, she left today at 3pm, and, needless to say, I miss her like hell. What makes me even more depressed is that she's going to be in Montreal for another week before she's finally back home. She probably won't be able to call much, if at all, so it just makes it even worse. The time just flew by when she was here, and hopefully this week will pass just as quick, though, I have my doubts that it will. She went to Montreal and New York a month or so ago for a little over a week and I only got to talk to her once or twice while she was gone. When you talk to someone practically everyday, going a few days without talking to them can be pretty depressing. Then right after she got back, a few days later she was gone for a few more days on a big fishing trip. It kind of balanced out her missing me when I was away in Vancouver, I guess. While I wasn't able to chat with her or call her in BC, thankfully I was able to email her almost everyday of my vacation. That helped things quite a bit because we could email each other back almost right away some of the time. But this week is going to be another long and bad week. She called today right after she arrived in Montreal, and hopefully tomorrow she'll be able to call again before she's off doing the bridesmaid thing. That's that. I'm going to bed now. 08 .03 .01
I see them turn a few blocks ahead so I think maybe they're coming back. I search around and find 3 chunks of pavement that I'm more than prepared to send through their windshield. I wait there, going up and down the block hoping they come back. I think that maybe if they stop close enough to me should I hit their van that I might be able to key the fuck out of its side before they get out and kill me. Maybe lucky for both of us, probably more for me in a way, but they didn't return. Fuming mad, my shirt clinging to my back, and yolk running down my leg, I go home and think about all the shit I will do to the fucker if I should be fortunate enough to find out who it was. It comes down to karma. This is just another one of many incidents aimed at paying me back for all the shit I did when I was a teenager...er...well, whenever it was I last did that stuff. I'm pissed, and sticky, and I had to do a small load of laundry to clean clothes I just washed two days ago. Fucking annoy. -->> Recommended by Doctor Mom. |
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