Intertwined Bloggery

I have decided that I love chicken wings. Most especially hot wings. I love a tangy hot sauce. I think it is the vinegar, or the sinus clearing chilies, or maybe the smooth redness of it all. After sampling some tasty wings at Carlos & Murphys yesterday I achieved a moment of clarity. One similar to my sausage epiphony. It was a beautiful moment in which nothing could ruin my love for the wings of chicken.

**********side note******************* Too much of the spicy hot wings can reek havoc on your innerds and cause projectile diarrhea and stain the bowl!

In light of Hurricane Katrina it has put a lot of things in perspective for me. As bad as I feel for those poor people who are trapped and suffering, I have become so de-sensitized to disaster and to the plight of the american peoples that I feel for them, but do not feel enough to act. Seeing as school is just around the corner, I am feeling especially broke. I did donate to the Tsunami disaster relief fund because I felt compelled to act, but with Katrina and old NO et all in need I wonder where is all the American relief? Oh wait, I know exactly where it is………….. in Iraq. It saddens me to condemn a whole country due to one man’s actions and poor choices, but I am. If Bush did not invade Iraq he would have the necessary manpower to successfully evacuate all the people, would restore order to the streets and stop the looting, and start to pick up the pieces. Instead there are over 30,000 people stuck in the Super Dome ( I can’t remember the name right now, I hope that is right) who are literally living in shit and piss, and hundreds of thousands more people either dead, missing, or stranded. It has gotten so bad that rebels ahve begun to shoot at the few rescue copters coming to evacuate stranded people. People are so desperate that it makes me appreciate what I have.
I am still sticking to guns and am not going to donate. Maybe when I see George W. actually doing something and better relief efforts I may, but until then I’ll keep my thinning wallet closed and will hope for the best. If 9/11 can draw out the big bucks, then this should definitely do ‘er. Seeing as the 9/11 funds were so misappropriated, hopefully this will be better. Seeing as 1200 ground troops are being sent in each day to police millions of hungry, crazed looters. Good luck, and godspeed.

While in Edmonton my brother and I visited the WEM wave park and it was awesome! I never knew that one could find such joy at such a mammoth cash grab. Oh the water slides and the waves, oh the waves.

Yesterday I and everyone else at the Sausage Party achieved sausagical fusion. We all melded our love of sausage and transformed it into a lean, mean, sausage eating machine. I had never seen so much sausage in my life- not that I was complaining let me tell you. I have always thought that I had an intense love of the sausage, but after yesterday I know that my love is intense. I cannot even recall how much sausage I ate amongst the other mounds of food- a Jill Antle blunder as I am far too much of an over-preparer and always do things to the excess.
The evening started off with two and a half hours of solid prep- which included filling the BBQ, getting slurpees, decorating, prepping the food, and making the punch. Oh the punch… I made a non alcoholic berry sorbet punch, a whiskey punch, and a vodka slush. The whiskey Jack punch consisted of a 40, OJ, 7-up, sugar and cherries. It was potent to say the least, yet subtley satisfying. The vodka slush consisted of a “Madagascar” bucket full o’love! No, it consisted of Juice, 26 vodka, and I can’t remember what else. Man this stuff goes down easy and did in a few people. Kim and I thought before while the Sausage party was still in the works that punch, cake, and sausage go swimmingly together and we should celebrate their harmony.
It was a party full of meat and sexual innuendos. My kind of evening! There was an abundance of meat to please a girl, and fun party games. We played pin the sausage on the ass, our variation of pin the tail on the donkey, and Laine and James were tied for the winners. Good times. As well, there was plenty of drunk trampolining. Jon Symons was the hands-down winner of tramping as he was a bruiser. He knocked down everyone, and cleaned house. Well done Jonny!
It was good to see we did not go small c conservative on the amounts of sausage! We were very liberal with our sausage. I ahve a firm belief that everyone needs a little sausage. The golden lamp shade award goes to Michelle as she was juiced but funny. The Sleeper Peeper award goes to Steve Woodrow as he fell asleep on the tramp, and to Josh as he fell asleep on my couch. I win best sausage eater, and Amy wins best dessert maker, Kim best sausage cake maker, Marissa best decorator, Dan craziest tramper, and little Dan as ‘G’st sausager. OH what good times were had!
The first annual sausage party was an overwhelming success, and I would jsut like to thank everyone for coming and see you next year for second annual!

Today I had to go for allergy testing and my arms look like a heroin junkies’. It was rather interesting to find that I am allergic to:
Dust mites
Dust
Pollen
Grass
Trees
Weeds
Fertilizer
Cat
Lobster
shellfish
bananas
sesame seeds
garlic
rye
histamines
melon
and feathers.

Do you ever wonder what percentage of your life you have spent doing things you:

a) Did not want to do
b) Were forced to do
c) Thought was a good idea at the time
d) Just did/wasted

I wonder all the time what I would be doing if I wasn’t doing what I was doing at the time. I wonder if time wasn’t wasted if I would be more productive, distructive, energetic, etc… I suppose this is the Western Way. Such a copp out I know, but now I think many things can be blamed on the Western Way of doctrines/practices and is an easy scapegoat. Us westerners always taking the easy way out!

I think the senate if operating how it supposed to be is an important part of the political process acting as a sober second thought. Nowadays, its position has been compromised by ‘friendly’ appointments and financial ones, but ideally a vital part to the political process. I think the new GG appointment was a smart one because of the rise in Quebec soverignty movement. I think old Paul thinks this will help smooth relations. I think all in all a smart decision as she is young, bright, poised, and could be a good stooge. The media is making a big deal out of her being black, but I think it is a smart appointment.

Is it just me or has the term marriage lost its sanctity? I do not understand why the Canadian conservatives care so much on the issue of same sex marriage. I think it is because they live a sham life/marriage, so they need to meddle in others’. When 1 in 2 marriages these days end in divorce, what does a stupid piece of paper mean really? After six months of living with someone you are deemed in the eyes of the law common law, and you both are screwed when you eventually seperate.

Yesterday I saw the most inspiring thing…

There was a man walking down Portage Avenue, who had no arms just stumps about the size of my foot, and he was talking on a cell phone with no head set. I know that limbless people are fully capable and mobile, but to see this man walking amongst the swarms of ‘normally limbed’ people talking on their cell phones was incredible. It reminded me that man can triumph over adversity, and that we are not limited by our bodies but by our capacities.

I have decided that I have no patience for inefficiency. I, being the sloth that I am find this to be rather intriguing. All day long working with the slowest waste of human potential, so dumb it hurts to even think about it, now I know we cannot all be as gifted as some, but come on people! Inefficiency is to me as scratching nails on a chalkboard is to others. I think it is because I hate doing things that involves a lot of effort or energy so I conserve by being uber-efficient. Less energy spent doing a job faster = more time to sleep! If I know it can be done faster it slays me to see it being done slowly!