What a great day to spend indoors

I love work.

I can already feel the minutes being added to my lifespan

The last two books I read were Women by Charles Bukowski and Wake Up, Sir! by Jonathan Ames. I bought Women because I read something in a snowboard magazine where Devun Walsh recommended it if you wanted to become a better drunken asshole, which was right up my alley. Wake Up, Sir! I got from Ash for Christmas, and I have no idea how she heard about it.

Both of these books have protagonists who are authors and drunks. Women takes the drunk writer thing in a completely different direction with Bukowski getting wasted and doing lots of random girls and writing a bit. That is pretty much the whole story. Wake Up, Sir! has the main character being unable to even talk to girls without something to drink. I have no idea where I am going with this. I don’t really want to compare and contrast anything; I just wanted to point out that it was weird that I just read two books about drunk writers. However I do think I now have a good grasp of two different ways to be a drunken author.

In honour of that I am linking to a delightful list put together by Modern Drunkard Magazine called 40 Things Every Drunkard Should Do Before He Dies. I have only managed nine of these things, but I have high expectations for this summer.

As an aside, I am trying to single-handedly convince The Joggers to tour Canada. It may involve a promise of getting them tickets to an Oiler’s game, but if that’s what it takes I’m willing to do it. I recommend giving them a deep listen. This song is called Since You’re Already Up and it kills.

Peace.

We used to be 16 but now we pushing 30

This post goes out to Dave Brown who is now older than he used to be. I wish I could have made it back to Saskatoon to join in the festivities, but that will have to wait for the next time I make it back. I should be back sometime around Easter, which I used to think was Jesus’ birthday until Nikki Bucholz told me I was retarded. In any case, for all three people I know who still live in Saskatoon, it’s not that I don’t love all of you, I just need to find a long enough weekend to come back and see all of you. Because you are all special.

Peace.

I'm so glad that you're still the same, with the same name, I love the person you became

Have I ever expressed how much I love Raised Fist? They are my favourite hardcore band ever. I have missed seeing them twice now, once because we just didn’t go, and once because I had AIDS or something and couldn’t leave the house.

I’ve checked their webpage ever week for the past two years in the hopes that they are doing another Canadian tour. It doesn’t look good. If I never get to see this band I will be very mad, but at least I can listen to their albums while auditing.

In fact, everyone should do that. This is great auditing music. Go here and download the song and party hard at your desk.

Peace.

I went out to pick a fight with anyone

Shit I have done lately:

Saw Stars plat at Mac Hall with Evan. It was a wicked show and I am pretty sure Amy Millan is the greatest female vocalist ever. I don’t think the cds do her justice. I could write a bunch of shit about scenesters and young girls and all types of ill shit, but right now I think that may be a little too involved. Possibly at a later date.

Worked.

Watched Arturo Gatti beat the fuck out of some Danish dude. This had little to do with ridiculous cartoons of Mohammed, and a lot to do with Gatti showing up to fight 7 months after getting demolished by Floyd Mayweather. It was looking like it was going to be an easy beatdown for Gatti, where he could actually box and not brawl, but this Danish dude would not drop. I think Gatti broke his right hand around the fifth round and the fight went to 11, so he fought for seven rounds with a busted hand. And that is why people love Gatti so much, he is one tough motherfucker. Have I ever written about boxing in here before? I should have because I love boxing. I never did until I moved to Calgary. I think this city made me aggressive.

Wondered what all these people rioting do for a living. If I left work to go burn down some embassy I would have to come back and make up for that lost time. I can’t imagine taking four days off to stomp on flags outside of some random building. Some things I am pretty sure I will never understand.

I have made a list of shit that I should buy if I ever have money. This list includes awesome things like new glasses, a computer, groceries, and turntables. I need the turntables and computer to make awesome music that involves droning post-rock and clicks and beeps. I’m going to be huge in Japan.

In conclusion, Pretty Boy Floyd is fighting in April and I will be watching that; I have many shows to go see in February and March, and I will be joining the computer audit group sometime around then. This makes me one happy cat. I would be an even happier cat if I actually went to see all of these shows. Calgary is nice for this shit. I can only imagine what one would have to go through in Vancouver, Toronto or Montreal.

Peace.

Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts

I am currently at work doing my damndest to finish up so I can get home and pass out, but I thought I should point this out: Everyone should at some point in time invest in some good headphones and listen to Thrice’s Illusion of Safety and Wolf Parade’s Apologies to The Queen Mary really loud. If you only have 10 minutes to do this I recommend See You in the Shallows by Thrice and Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts by Wolf Parade. It is quite a pleasant experience. I spent a month wandering Scotland listening to that Thrice album, and a week watching it rain in Jamaica listening to that Wolf Parade album (and The Joggers). Those are definitely good memories.

Also, Dave is coming out for a week in February! That is the best news I have got in a long time. Other people are also welcome to come crash at my place. It will be a den of debauchery as Tim is gone to England to audit people with pleasant sounding accents, and I will be in the midst of a mid-busy season breakdown.

That’s it.

Peace.