All we need is some trick photography

I figure this is as good a time as I am going to get this week to write something, so here you go, a post almost as short as Stern.

I was in Saskatoon this weekend doing taxes and generally being real lame. It was nice because it wasn’t Calgary and there was no one leaving me nasty messages about how I had to come in to work to clean up a file so the partner could sign off. Actually there was, but I didn’t check them until this morning so it was all good.

Highlights from this weekend were eating home cooked food 2 days in a row, being able to watch the food network, and my dad telling me that I am getting fat/need a haircut. It seems that three of those four items work together. Weird.

Another highlight was watching the Huskies track team’s rookie video with Mike. It’s tradition for the seniors on the track team to make a video making fun of the rookies and then they watch it on the bus to some meet (maybe it’s always CanWest, I dunno). So I think in previous years they had done a video that sort of lampooned all the rookies, but this year the guys focused solely on Mark Baron. The premise was a CSI ripoff where they find Baron dead under the bridge from excessive anal bleeding and then recreate his final hours, something I am guessing they do on the show. Either way it was full of incredibly disturbing imagery, like a naked Iain (playing Baron’s corpse) on the pathologists table with a condom full of something in his mouth and between his ass cheeks. Only Iain could pull that off. There was also the gay swingers party and the graphic sex scene with Mo and Creepy Marc (playing Mark Baron) which is how Baron died (think about it). All in all I would say everyone on that team has way too much time on their hands and I should never have gone in commerce and focused on running, because then: A) I wouldn’t be at work all the time getting fatter, B) I would get to make excessively homophobic/latently homosexual movies with those other dorks, C) I would have a degree I like where I couldn’t get a job, but I would be big enough to just go work the rigs with Tups, and D) I would still get to hang out with track girls (who always stay the same age).

Another thing Mike let me onto this weekend was the ultimate poseurific punk collection. See in high school Mike and I used to make tapes for each other (mostly him) where we would try and introduce the other guy to new punk bands. This collection of tapes was my introduction to many of my favourite bands now. On Sunday Mike was telling me about his plan to try and recreate those tapes on a 5 cd set. As none of the tapes exist any more this will be a painstaking process of going through old mp3s, samplers, and long-term memories. The end product will be incredible and if you like punk in the least this will quite honestly be the best recap of the past 10 years in punk music that will ever exist.

There Evan, I posted. I hope you’re happy.

Turns out this post was like way bigger than Stern. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t give anyone the impression that Stern was a big dude.

Also, my next post will likely be a few random pictures from the weekend. I need everyone to gaze in amazement at Mike's filthy facial hair. It's really filthy.