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I feel vigourous! Like a pheonix! Rising, rising from Arizona!
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Monday, October 19, 2015
In 3 days this blog will be 15 years old! I kept thinking about this site lately and had to figure out if I was still able to post new things. So even though my hands are sore and covered with cuts and burns, and typing is literally painful, I still feel compelled to knock the dust off this place. And yes, for me this is a place, somewhere to escape and express myself in front of almost no one.I wish I had some foresight 15 years ago, and could see my future self sitting on my couch in my small downtown apartment, sipping a Guiness and smoking a joint, and still writing on the same blog. Tyler's first posts are golden, and Peter wrote so well, and guest appearances from The Ha! Those were the days. It is humbling and embarrassing to read over most of what I deemed worthy of posting. Then again I was still a boy who was only worried about stealing the latest Ps2 demo disc from a magazine in Chapters, and seeing a vagina in real life for the first time. Here is to another fifteen years boys!
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Sunday, February 05, 2012
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Monday, July 11, 2011
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had my first memory ordering my own meal in an old fashioned department store. I think it was either Bargain Harold's or a one of a kind local store located in the Cliffside part of Scarborough. The store itself was much like a byway or discount department store but on the left side of the entrance against the far wall there was an old diner counter seating about 8 and a few tables against the front window. This store became a usual spot for me on weekends since it was affordable for any family. I wore out many 10 dollar pairs of shoes from the blue and orange steal square discount bins. Those bins, they almost made up the entire store, and provided an excellent tunneling system to a curious little boy, just looking to get away from his mom. They crammed as many bins together as possible, so I would get lost exploring under them, just daydreaming, pretending to be an explorer or something while my mom shopped on. I suppose one day she had enough and sent me to sit at the diner counter until she was done, and I was given enough money for a donut and told to ask for a glass of water.
There were several men at the counter, mostly all senior citizens who were watching baseball on an old bulb glass television which was right above the seat I chose. Upon ordering a donut and a cold glass of water I was poked on the shoulder by a somewhat familiar old man next to me and was told I should eat a better meal than that. I showed him my money and as a gentleman he offered to buy me a grilled cheese. I of course accepted. Then a man wearing white asked me if I wanted white bread or brown, white, and if I wanted fries or soup, fries, and what I really wanted to drink, a chocolate milkshake. He ripped a piece of paper off his pad and got to work, and the old men asked me questions like if I had a girlfriend and if I liked baseball, and even why I was alone. I reassured them that mom was around, and took a closer look at what everyone else was eating. Some soup, a breakfast plate, a salad perhaps, and what was described to me to be a clubhouse sandwich. Then I first realized I had options, and that maybe next time I would get something else if I pleased.
That first moment of seeing exactly what I wanted finally arrive under my nose completely infected me forever. It didn't matter that the crust wasn't cut off or that the ketchup was warm and not cold. I was totally caught up in being catered to like a king with no argument in return. My spoils; a perfectly crisp grilled cheese fried golden brown on a flattop, with thick cheddar cheese, chunky crispy fries with a soft interior, and an ice cold milkshake all for me. The smell was greasy and perfect, and I devoured it all in no time. When my mom arrived I thanked the old man and said goodbye. That day is always replayed in my head; some old men, and a young kid, just enjoying their meals and having a good time watching our baseball team embarrass themselves.
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Thursday, June 02, 2011
We've started a podcast!
Check it out
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
A little something we've been working on
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Monday, December 06, 2010
I had a dream last night where various people I knew from elementary and high school were having some kind of fighting tournament in the parking lot of a local mall. Since it was close to my house I wandered over to see what all the commotion was about, but then everyone turned on me and attacked me. No matter how many times I punched or kicked these fools they just wouldn't go down and when I woke up it worried me slightly. I should hope that in real life if I was ever accosted by Colin Purkott my right uppercut would be enough to take him down.
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
My life... as I know it today... is about to change.
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
I've been wondering, would the world would be a better place if some of us just gave our head a shake every now and then? If you don't want your daughter to grow up to be a pretty girl name her Zarghoona.
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Is the term "so money" still common parlance in Western society? Having been in Japan for 3 years I'm a bit worried my slang has gotten a bit behind the times. I often feel a bit guilty when I tell one of my students, "Oh yeah, native Americans/Canadians use it all the time" because really, I don't know anymore.
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