Canadian TV is worse than American TV.

Every Canadian version of an American TV show is absolutely horrible. And do we really need another go around of re-runs of 3rd rock from the sun? Honestly?

I'd bitch more, but Roseanne is on...

The First time since the last time. (Or The Return Of The Mack)

I used to fancy myself quite the creative person. A regular jack of all trades, if you will. But I've started to come to a bit of a realization about myself here in these passed few months. (Or years, depending on how you look at it.)

I've become bland...

This is the first time I've blogged since the last time I've blogged way back in November of 2008 (That's nearly four years ago for you home players!) and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I'm worthy of this little slice of internet paradise. I used to be such a funny motherfucker writing passionate pleas to Quentin Tarrantino about getting on the ball reviving Jean Claude Van Damme's career of all things. (Which has actually seen a bit of a resurgence these passed couple of years, actually. EXPENDABLES 2!!! HELL YEAH!)

I see my writing, I read my writing, I know it's me who has written it, but part of me doesn't feel like that person anymore. Since moving back to the true north strong and free I feel like something is missing, that a bit of my essence got lost on the great drive up the 95.

Maybe I'm just full of it...

My writing has suffered because of my indifference. Music? I haven't written anything new in almost two years. Words? Well, if this blog is any indication, you know exactly how much I've written here lately. I guess maybe it's time to get on the horse. I gotta get back on the horse! I know it seems like a pretty quick turn around, but I've sat at "Maybe I'm just full of it..." for about a half hour thinking about it all. Where I've been, where I am, and where I'm going are all pretty fucking interesting ordeals. Fuck feeling sorry for myself... Hell, since I've moved back I can wear this wicked sweet button up shirt I have with the buttons actually buttoning and the best part is if I sit down while wearing it, the buttons don't just fly open because of my bulbous gut! (oh it's still there! Just a little less!) It's pretty damn sweet! Sure, my beautiful car is surrounded by snow, but that's MY car! I OWN that sumbitch! Nobody can take away what I've got! I owe no man no thing! (Though I do owe an amazing woman a great deal. Love you mom!)

That's something I can take pride in. Something I WILL take pride in. I've spent the last three months of last year, and the first ten days of this feeling absolutely sorry for myself that I've lost sight on all that's good. While I might not have much, I'm rich in what I do have. Fuck the haters.

And like the first time since the last time, I've got to give a big thanks to Nikki Pea and her fabulous blog at COMMATOSE.CA for inspiring me to ramble on. You're the best, Nik!

We're gonna have to do something about this.

Some jabroni shot big window in my living room with a BB Gun yesterday. So between three incidents of a stolen license plate, stolen gas, and now this... I believe it's time for a little frontier justice.

Two posts in one year?!?!

You got it! And there's only one thing to say about that. (posting images is great fun.)

I never used this blog anymore.

Though I always post it as a link when I sign up for things when it asks, "website url" It's either this blog, or my myspace page. But I suppose since I do own this thing, I aught to maybe spruce it up, and actually use it.

Blogs can be a good time. If you look through some of the old posts, there might be a few juicy pieces of comedy. (I happen to think some of the pieces are funny. But then again, comedy is subjective.) My blog could be a good time. It could be someone's entire Friday night, who knows! Surely I might be up to that task. (Damn my last post was Feb. 09 2007. And it's really LAME. It was deleted. Don't bother looking for it. lolzorsz!)

oh, big ups to Nikki for reminding me that I still have a blog!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

WOO WOO WOO!

Ohh Saturdays...

Another Saturday Night - Cat Stevens.

Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful way.

I got in town a month ago
I seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats how I'm in the state I'm in.

Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named Frankenstein.

It's hard on a fella
When he don't know his way around
If I don't find me a honey
To help me spend my money
I'm gonna have to blow this town.

Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful, ooh, I'm in an awful way,
He's in an awful way, I'm in an awful way,
I'm in an awful way, he's in an awful way.

Thumbs up!

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OPTIMISM BABY. OHH YEAH.