Since 1982...

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This picture (artist unknown) is on the wall of the High Level Diner. In case it's not clear, it reads:

1982. These are two people are at the high level diner when they are 12 and 13.
2006. Now they are elderly and they still eat at the high level diner.

Haha, that's pretty darn funny!

What the? Wait a minute... I was around 12 years old in 1982!!! Gee, thanks kid!

Dang it, now where'd I put my darn cane?

Taking Back Sunday on Tuesday!

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Taking Back Sunday was playing at the House of Blues while we were watching Julio Iglesius in Laughlin, just a mere 1.5 hours away. That would've been awesome to see them... One glitch for me: we wouldn't be in Vegas until the next day.

Shite. I was a day late and a ticket short. And boy did I whine about it. I guess I whined to the point where a friend of mine went out while I was gone and bought me tickets to the Edmonton show!!! What??? Yippeee!

My reaction when he gave me the tickets? "Keith, you JERK!" Guess I need to work on my gift-receiving etiquette a bit. But seriously, thanks so much... I'm getting all excited now!

I'm glad my mom got to see Julio though, who is apparently the biggest selling artist of all time and a gracefully aging sex machine!

Hope you had a happy St. Patty's Day!

Good advice for the half dead

This sign was beside a coffin in the old mining town of Oatman, Arizona.

Dammit, it should still cost $27 for a coffin...

I don't get the need to purchase something fancy for $5000, only to bury it in dirt!

I like the part where it says: "check size here."

Do not feed the pigeons

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Guess my dad doesn't notice signs either.

Hippies can't catch a break...

I'd walked by this hut many times before I actually noticed the sign. I chuckled at the "no exceptions" bit. I'm not sure exactly what pegs hippies as an identifiable group with no room for argument. Perhaps they dress in homemade-looking clothing (particularly long skirts if female), usually don hats, pigtails and shop for beads at flea markets.

At least, there must have been something that lead the stoner dude to ask if I was a hippy and try to recruit me into the all-inclusive Rainbow Family of cults. Hey I didn't use the word cult, he did!

Anyways, it's a good thing I didn't want to use the front door at the Jet boat tours shack or I may have had a fight on my hands.

Blog Break

So I'm digging through my summer clothes because I'm going south for a little while... and balking at the thought of myself in a bikini. My regular bikini doesn't fit me right now, so I'll have to wear my "fat bikini" (kind of like fat pants but it's a bikini... doesn't seem like a good idea. A better idea would be the burkini. I gotta get me one of those).

During our trip, we'll probably hit Laughlin, Nevada for a few days. It's basically the old folks' Vegas. Actually, Laughlin looks a bit like I'd imagine Vegas did near it's beginnings. Ah well, it has its own charm. For one thing, I got ID'ed there buying wine at the Safeway in 2005! The guy was serious too, he was like, "Are you old enough to buy that?" I said, "Do you want proof?" He apologized afterwards but I told him that it was absolutely no problem!

Anyways, there may be a blog drought coming on if I don't have internet or anything interesting to say for that matter. Not that I EVER have anything interesting to say... Guess maybe I'll do a bit of reading. Should I bring my favourite (and only) book of late: "Isotope Tracers in Metabolic Research: Principles and Practice of Kinetic Analysis"? Hmmm. I'd rather read Cosmo on the plane than have to think so much, even though it's almost a toss up between which I'd rather read. Do I want my brain to work that hard or be that completely vacant? Maybe I should bring the book along and if I start to feel guilty about taking some time off, I can crack it and make myself feel better. That may last all of 5 minutes, that is, until the dryness of the material overides the pain caused by the guilt pangs.

Later... :)


P.S. While I'm away, if you're bored and feel the need to procrastinate, check out my friend Keith's blog: small thoughts from strange hours. He just started it and it's not too shabby, not too shabby at all.

Kudos to Dove

An awareness by the general public about how much adjustment is done to women in print is long overdue. And even before all the tweaking is done to the photo, you can be they started with the best photo out of many many rolls of film. And before that, some of those girls were surgically enhanced as well! Us 'real' girls just can't compete! Just thought I'd give a shoutout to Dove for it. Check out the video on the Dove website at the bottom of this post... if you haven't already.

		The Dove Self Esteem Fund is proud to present this powerful 1 minute short film revealing the illusions behind the"beauty" we see everyday in the media. It's a little reminder that even supermodels don't look like supermodels.

Moon over the North Saskatchewan

I took this picture tonight on my walk home.

Actually, it's an overlay of two pictures I took tonight, one of the river and one of the moon.

I also took a cool one of the sun.

There was no playing around with that one, it was naturally pretty sweet.

The timely demise of my Dell

Well, my Dell is now a couple of days past its best before date (the 3yr all inclusive warranty just ended). I'm expecting it to give up the ghost any day now. Isn't that what happens when warrantys run out? Seems to be clockwork for any electronics I own.

It's been freezing up like crazy today too. Not sure if it's because it's 28 degrees in this office or what. Of course, I had to wear a long sleeve shirt over my t-shirt today... and so why don't I take it off? Because the reason I wore something over the t-shirt is because the t-shirt has bleach stains on it! So I'm stuck in this sweltering office overheating while my computer freezes up.

I ain't no psychic, but I can foresee the timely demise of my Dell. It will either blow up, fizzle out or I'll be throwing it against the wall... any minute now. I can feel it.