Intertwined Bloggery

Why do people find it necessary to post song lyrics on their blogs. Almost every blog I have read does this. People just post the lyrics, they don’t ever make any comments about them, or point out anything interesting, or give hidden trivia facts. THey just lazily slap together by cutting and pasting some song lyrics together. Hmmm that reminds me,

WE DON’T MIND By HAYDEN Album EVERYTHING I LONG FOR
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in walls
a tuesday morning, November
i slept at your house the night before
we couldn’t wait to get up to go for
a big breakfast in an old fashioned diner
a full meal six coffee refills later
we both have to be at work in an hour
let’s call in sick i suggest to her
i’ll call your boss and tell her that you’re under
the weather, you’ll call mine, you’ll tell her
that i’m very sick and that
you’re my mother
so we walk down the street
looking for a phone booth we
rehearse what we’re going to say
so that we can have this day….away
we find a phone booth with room for two
i call your boss and i don’t speak the truth
they’re pretty mad about you but…they’ll get through
you call my work in my mother’s voice
they believe you…..and it starts to rain outside
in our phone booth we hide
it doesn’t let up until 5
squished together we don’t mind
we don’t mind

This is my favourite Hayden song, btw. I just thought I should join the craze. Conform to the system, be damned by the man. Just doing my duty!

SRW,
If you are reading this, I firmly believe that you owe me a telephone call. I know you are busy, but you have dropped the ball my friend.

Being in the line of work I am I routinely see a diverse range o f people in financial turmoil. People think that those who get payday loans are all scuzzy, smelly, and gross. But it is in my opinion that for the most part these are the people who pay their debts, and because of the vicious cycle have to reborrow, but it is the ‘classier’ middle class people who never do and are sent to collections.

Now this has brought me to an interesting quandry. Until you see people in severe financial diress, you can not actually appreciate money to its full extent. The value of a dollar has never been so clearly outlined for me as has become apparent from my line of work. Also being on portage, just past Arlington, you see a wild grab bag of characters walking up and down the streets d/t the nut house just down the block, but the people outside seem so desolate at times eating out of garbage cans and sleeping in the alley way. The Wolesley residents to the south seem to just ignore the situation like mold growing on a corner wall. You see large stately homes next to Manitoba housing ‘projects’ it’s really a fascinating area.

But back to my point. I have come to the realization that eventually I will die, and what is the point of working hard and saving my money for nothing, so I vow to always live life to the fullest and spend all my money- which I have been doing a lot of lately. Luckily I am over paid to do such a dull job. As my youth will soon be lost to Davey Jones’ Locker, I plan to have as much fun as I can. Life will catch up with you if you let it, so you must always be one step ahead.

Earlier this week, Wednesday to be exact my regular crew (Josh and Jon Symons) and I attended the Cuff the Duke concert at the Pyramid. An excellent show for only $12.00. What a deal, what a show! Cuff the duke’s sound has been described as ‘the fusion of old-time country, indie rock and art-prog experimentation’. They have two discs; LIfe Stories for Minimum Wage (2002) and Cuff the Duke (2005). Both excellent discs that deserve a spin, so you should go buy them. The new cd is available at HMV for only $7.99!

But aside from that big rave, the purpose of this post is to complain about the straight from a Canad-Inns bar two stupid bottle blonde bar chicks that were sitting with a group of males of comparable intellegence who almost ruined the show for us as they were talking through the whole show! Those fucking chicks even had the nerve to purchase merch (shirts and buttons). I hate those kind of people that go to concerts to buy the merch for instant cred. Yuck. As I clutched my own shirt in my hand I was disgusted. You could tell these chicks had never even heard of the band before. I still can’t get over how they talked the whole way through the concert! At one point I said loudly ” I wonder if some people even realize that a concert is going on here”, now the chicks obviously heard this as they shut their suck holes for a bit, but the silence was too much for them. They were the type of girls that would take anyone home, and sleep with roadies to get close to ‘the band’. It was obviouse that with two girls and three guys the odds were good for the fellows, but I felt bad for the one guy who you could tell actually wanted to be there, but alas all sympathy is lost due to the fact that he associated with those heinous barflies. They were proof positive as to why I hate the bar. They (the two hooches) each had one drink and were totally pretending that they were ‘loose’ oh wait they probably are.

I hate when you go to shows and there is some kind of idiot that has potential to ruin the music experience for you. People you already graduated from High School, grow up!!!

With thanksgiving season upon us I thought I would share with the masses my infamous turkey bowl recipe. First, someone must cook a complete turkey dinner with all the trimmings and there must be many leftovers. After all of that is done…

1- Start by picking out a large bowl (preferably clean)
2- Pick out two large pieces of turkey (I prefer white meat) and cut into bite-sized pieces. Then put in bowl
3- Scoop into the bowl two scoops of mashed potatoes
4- Add as much stuffing as you like. I like lots so here goes
5- Add as much gravy as you need to make a nice slurry, or a stew-like consistency. If you like gravy, you may want to go for more of a soup like consistency.
6- Stir all ingredients together, and season with Salt and Pepper to taste.
7- Eat with spoon, and experience all of the bowl’s deliciousness. Enjoy!

This particular recipe has too many to count calories, and is not for the dieters or faint of heart. It’s a feel good, stick to your ribs kind of meal. You can mix it up and add other ingredients as you’d like, but it would not be an original T-bowl.