Monthly Archives March 2007

the co-op student has converted his paycheque into a stack of bills wrapped up in an elastic band

“Man I can’t believe I gotta give all this fuckin’ cash to my fuckin’ parents. I gotta buy some clothes for like back to school and shit.”
“I can’t believe a whole two weeks’ pay is only like this thick. Man if I was a drug dealer I could make a stack like twice this thick [...]

on rocking and bitches

Episode 2 of what is technically not a podcast is up. I promise I’ll find a host and implement RSS before the third episode.
Get it here! Three Songs: Pianissimo (mp3, 13.6 MB)
Topics covered include:

rocking
bitches
pianos
autumn, 1970

Get on it.

revenge of the ellipsis

Sometimes I make threats and sometimes I follow through. Right-click the link below and select “Save As…” and you get to hear my brief and scattered thoughts on like music and shit.
Topics covered include:

“Stomp your British Knights Down” by Local Rabbits
“Yelverton Hill” by The Inbreds
“The Patient you Forgot to See” by The Flashing Lights

Get it [...]

more gems from co-op "the machine" student

“I seen this video on the internet and this guy, I think he’s eye-rack-ee, they chop off his foot and leave it lying in the street. It was hilarious.”
“You want the number for a good taxi service? The guy’s name is Sadar and he’s like Iraq-ian. He’ll get you to The Bar, flat rate.”
“Man I [...]

i’m not sure what kind of squalor you’re living in

The Neopets frenzy has reached new heights today at the dimly-lit buying place. The coworker is winning at a Flash game wherein a purple squirrel falls out of the tree and the player’s character hits it with a baguette to see how far it will go. Points are awarded.
A baguette.
The prize for belting this violet [...]

for those sitting in economy, there’s no music for you today

The hold music is Billy Joel. And not good Billy Joel. Two songs back it was Three Doors Down. Her kids are climbing on the painted pony ride. The boyfriend’s outside for a smoke. The phone number we tried to wrest from Rogers’s iron fist 22 hours ago is still floating in limbo somewhere, ethereal [...]

the kids don’t get it

Like I said, Corwin. A prophet and a gentleman.

nine-millimeter and a three-piece suit

While Corwin was aiding and abetting my evil ways (one of my many aliases, according to my CSIS dossier, is “Shifty the Wi-Fi Bandit”), he told me of a dream he’d had:
I had a dream the other night that me and a few of my high school friends drove a VW Golf through a mall [...]

i’m discovering uses for you i thought i’d never find

Tonight is a very cold, cold night. It is a Chancellor night. One of my favourite Gord Downie songs is quiet and cool, with a very subdued piano sound complementing perfect poetry.

crazy daisies
wooden stars
the threat of oxygen on Mars
marching armies in the night
smiling strangers riding by on bikes
children smoking
sloganeers on mics

Just a few things most [...]

the real ones?

I was sleepwalking again.
“Omigod did you see the Oscars?” “Omigod.” “Pan’s Labyrinth won all these awards and I’ve never saw it.” “It’s a remake of Labyrinth with David Bowie.” “Omigod I want to see that.” “Apparently it’s scary as hell.”
“What phones is good?” “None, sir. None are good. Good day.”
“My friend I saw this very [...]