Trying to update often... failing miserably.

Ah, it’s nice to sit at a PC again. The cell phone’s useful and all, but there’s just something about a large screen and more than 12 keys to type with. So, hello again friends. What’s gnu?

Let’s see. Since I last blogged on St. V’s and it’s like… the 26th today, guess I have some catching up to do.

Might as well start with St. V-Day. Since it was a while ago, it’s relevance in my blog has diminished a bit, but I’ve got to say it was great. Even the only snag we ran into ended up being entertaining.

Started the day off slack-jawed. When I went to pick Iza up… well, she was wearing this red dress… and… like… oh my god. …OMG. Mmmm…

…OMG.

The view from the tower was also spectacular, the sky was uber-clear with only the slightest hint of cloud-cover over New York State, but that was on the other side of the dark lake, no pretty lights to see in that direction anyway. The view around the Golden Horseshoe was the best I’ve ever seen it; no summer smog, no clouds… wow.

The food was great, the tower was cool… literally. We stepped out onto the exposed observation area for about half a minute where it was twenty-below and windy as hell, and then we wandered around the tower for a while. We finished the night off at the Phoenix Concert Theatre which was a bit of an adventure as we spent more time at the tower than we realized and just missed our 10:30 guest list admission. Apparently seven minutes isn’t enough time to get from the tower to the Phoenix and get changed from OMG that red dress and my bitchin’ suit (incidentally, I think suits were specifically engineered to make any slob do-able) to clubwear. But it’s close. Maybe with some practice we can shave off a few minutes from our time.

Great night, thanks Iza.

On to other stuff: I’ve got a new link to share with you all. My buddy Joe the Deaf Mexijew has started up a new blog. Why not have a look? It’s sort of like a blog, only it’s done by a stoner. It’s a great idea, we’ll see how often it gets updated though.

At this point I started into another topic then realized it's just too fucking long. So, I cut it out but I intend to finish that other portion off another day and post it as a seperate blog. It was just getting way outta hand.

So then, kiddies, I'll be leaving you all now. Hopefully I'll get to blog again soon.

...Art

Happy Valentine's Day

I got an email a couple of days ago from Gordon Biersch letting me know that they've closed their doors. I'm like WTF?! They can't! I'LL NEVER HAVE MY WINTERBOCK AGAIN! Alas, it's true, the Beer Kingdom has closed up shop after 18 months. Rather abruptly too. I don't believe the workers there had much of a heads up either. A year and a half sounds to me like some sort of lease issue or something. The email said they're looking to relocate and will keep us all posted. That sucks. The only other one sort of in the area is 83km away from my home. I love the beer, and the food's awesome too, but no way in hell am I driving 170km round-trip for that.

So sad. Good times had there over the last year; not the least of which was the Rofo and Izfo first date. Which brings me to what day it is...

So yeah. I was on the phone with my Valentine this morning when she got a call in on the other line.

It was Kasia. She's like... nuts, but for some reason is Iza's good bud. So anyway, she had some St. V's wishes to pass along and requested that they be forwarded word-for-word. I present these words here for your amusement.

"Happy Valentine's Day, you fuckers!"

Apparently a bit bitter that she gets to spend her day with Ash, who if you all read Izfo's blog... well... yeah, you know what that's all about.

For those of you without a certain someone today, hey, why not get out there for one of the bazillion anti-Valentine's day events out there? Or, invite some friends over and drink/toke your sorrow away?

I wish y'all well today anyway. If yo' ass is single, hey. Rofo loves ya.

Kasia, thanks for your warm wishes. You have such a gift with words; you're clearly looking at the right career path. I'm sure you'll become a very successful writer.

So, Happy Valentines Day, you fuckers, each and every one.

Borrowing a bit from Crank Yankers' most romantic thug evar:

Later, all.

...Rofo-love, from up above.

Mental note: Grammys have nothing to do with marijuana.

Okay, I apparently don't have a PC anymore.

See, I hopped on quickly to check emails and such just now only to find that the last person to have signed on to my PC was my dad and he's been in the states since yesterday... but the last person to sign on to any messenger proggie here was my sister who's been in Hamilton since Sunday. Then, I started thinking... when was the last time *I* used the computer? Then I found my answer. Thursday Feb 5th, at 10:55:09 in the morning I signed off the PC. That's just shy of a week ago. And, just a half hour or so after the last time I blogged.

So, I guess I'm on a roll here... I'm blogging every time I'm on the computer! Aren't you guys THRILLED?

Bet you're not. But that's okay.

Let's see... what's happened in the last week? Well, not much. I had the misfortune of watching the Grammy awards thing. Sort of. It was on the TV while Iza was over; I guess she was watching it. Most unfortunate thing: that Outkast ... band thing... I guess that's how ya spell it anyway... Outkast won album of the year or something. This annoys me to no end as I hate that song. What's it doing getting radio play on Edge102 anyway? It's not new rock, it's not edgy... WTF? I'm sure we have a number of radiostations in the Toronto area dedicated to playing random cRap (sic) music. If I wanted to listen to ghetto-folk whose only skill appears to be the uncanny ability to make "more" and "sure" rhyme I'd tune into one of those crap-assed stations. Mmm... ebonics.

Shake it like a Polaroid picture? No thanks, I'd rather not.

Anyway, I'm out. And without spell checking or proofin' either. Yeah, I'm in that much of a hurry. Don't worry, you guys can still find me online with the cell whilst I'm away!

Oh, Bell, thanks. I hate you guys, a lot too... but at least you're not Telus. And, you've kept me online and connected for over a year now without giving me a reason to take your silly asses to court. So... yeah, thanks.

...Art

And that's that.

So Telus and I have settled out of court. The exact value of the deal I'm not sure about yet, I haven't sat down and calculated it out, but it should fall in at just over $1000 from the start of this nonsense a year-and-a-half ago 'til today. Why it takes things this long to get done, I'll never understand. Oh well.

So, who's next?

...Art
I'm like some spoiled brat, I MUST get my way!

Oh god, ungh.

Steam Whistle Beer is fucking nasty.

Tried some yesterday for the first time.

...ew.

Avoid at all costs.

Your bud,

Rofo - The Beer Boy.