Friday nights aren't supposed to suck.

Hey peeps.

So I blogged last night, but Blogger was having problems... most blogs weren't loading at all, and those that were put up the blog name in the window and very little else. I kept it shortish just in case things didn't work, and now I'm glad I did. I have a bunch of stuff I wanna get into but I'm not sure I'll have the time or patience for most of it now.

Last night generally sucked, as I intended to go to The Kingdom with Michelle. A little after nine, I tried to get in touch with her to figure out where she's at and such, but no answer. Her PC was online and told me she was sleeping, and that it was set around 7pm. Hrm. Joe invited me over while I waited to hear back from her, but it made no sense to go from here to North York to potentially turn around in 15 minutes to go back to Mississauga and down to Burlington.

At 10:30-ish, I finally heard from her. She wasn't feeling well, and went to lay down a bit. She didn't feel well enough to go out, and in fact our conversation was interrupted with her running off to spew. Incidentally, "spewing" is a word she doesn't like. Personally, I love the sound of the word. "Spewing" has such a wonderfully sharp sound to it. Spew, spewing, spew spew. ...Spew. I called Joe to see if he was high yet, and he wasn't which was good news... that meant, I thought, that he'd be awake and interactive for a while yet, but then he complained that he was tired or whatever... Weaving his Jewish Web of Lies (tm). Maybe it was the Mexican variant, I can't tell anymore.

So basically I spent last night talking to poor sick Michelle, and chatting online. A FAR cry from the loud active environment I thought I'd be in. I also had some other crap happen yesterday that more or less just stuck a fork in my night, one morsel of said crap I'll be touching on shortly. Hold tight kids, and try not to shit yourselves laughing at my expense.

Anyway, a while ago I spoke to my buddy Jeff who's travelling around Europe and it turns out that he's in Italy, so I told him to keep an eye out for Iza... I'm starting to think there's a bit of a trend here. As most of you know, Iza's cruising around drinking (she IS Polish after all), and just now Jeff's online and we're talking a bit... well, I present to you all Jeff's current MSN screen name: "Jeff. Rome is better when you're drunk!!!!!"

Friggin' people rubbing their insobrieties and European adventures in my face.

He's been offered money for sex a number of times, and says the Italian men who aren't hitting on him spend their time whistling and yelling at women. Even security guards at train stations, where he was approached twice while eating food.

Anyway, turns out he's doing well in that he managed to go to some museum with Hannah on one of the three days in a year where it's free, and now he's in Rome during some sort of cultural week where many of the places are open for free again. Not bad. I guess that directly helps Iza out too, saves her some bling as she roams around Italy.

Speaking of Iza, this sorta flows well into something else I wanna mention... I got a call from her last night. She was in her hotel room and had some time to kill, and managed to acquire a calling card. She ended up leaving voicemail, which kinda sucks. I would have loved to chat a while. Anyway, I'd heard the phone ringing but couldn't get to it in time 'cuz I was busy standing in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell to do with myself. Allow me to explain... My hair really pissed me off yesterday. It was going all feathered in odd places, it was all uneven and ... slobby looking. I got pissed off enough to grab the clippers, stick on the 1/2 inch clip, and go to town.

...then physics took over.

See, everything was going well, it was nice and even, no clumps... then I found a problem spot and ran the buzzer over that area a couple of times. On my third pass, clink! The plastic 1/2 inch clip rattled around the sink, and I was in mid stroke with the hair clipper.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I have this thing against most of those riced-up cars... Freakishly large spoilers, blue washer nozzle lights... and I really dislike racing stripes. Which is kinda what I had going on atop my head. Not the blue lights, and aluminum wing, but the racing stripe. God, what kinda freak do you think I am? So anyway, I was busy scalping it when Iza called, and as a result I didn't get to talk to her.

Funny enough, as I'm typing this, Iza calls from a bus stop for four minutes. Apparently she's in the middle of a 24-hour bus trip, enjoying herself, and I mentioned Jeff's experiences... turns out she's been approached for sex too. When I'm done this blog, I'll be hitting some travel sites to see what airfare's going to cost to go to Italy. I have a couple million Italian men I need to kill.

So... what else... I was going to go on about music and such, but now I guess this blog's run on long enough, I'll leave it be. I was also going to carry that into something else, and some old habits that have come back, but now with me being a skinhead and all, things might be taken out of context. I'll figure out a way to work that into a blog eventually, I guess... and if I don't, well, tough.

Anyway, I should get going... I need to see if there are any Heritage Front meetings I should be attending this evening. Get my sieg heil-on. ...maybe even get them to get off the Jew's asses for a bit, and turn them on to those god damned Koreans. Make them fucking useful.

Alrighty kiddies, have yourselves a good weekend or whatever you're having when you're reading this and I'll talk later.

Oh, and SympaticoStalker, find yourself some balls and step forward if I've called you correctly... Mr. JD. If I've guessed wrong, it'll let me carry that on through some more blog entries... good times had by all. Heh, so what'll it be? Are we done with the SympaticoStalker already and can all drink to celebrate?

Toodles all.

...Art

May 24 Long Weedend.

...yeah, that's not a typo in the topic.

Wow. Weather wasn't horrible, and I was sober for pretty much none of it. Good times.

Heh, about 15 minutes after finishing unloading the car I was already friends with Mary Jane and on my second drink. Wake 'n' Bake in the mornings, except Sunday when we made a run into town for some drinks and chips and such... when it was really a Wake 'n' Take Care of Supplies 'n' Bake. It's similar to a Wake 'n' Bake, only delayed by responsibilities for an hour or so. Follow? Doesn't matter. This blog ain't that interactive.

Couple of shouts out and a shout at to take care of here... Jada (Jade-ah), doubt you'll ever read this but mad props on "keepin' it down". Cruise, again, you'll never read this so I feel comfortable calling your uhm... thing... the uh... DJ imitation... Okay. I dunno how to put this in a more politically correct sort of way so I'll just call it what it was. Dude. Your gay asian rave DJ routine just about made me piss myself laughing. Was great meeting both of you. And a shout AT Doc. Doc, Doc, Doc. Doc, The GREEK out toked you? I must say, it was great having you around and all, but I really was shocked to see you resist joining in when Rhys and myself were encouraging you to step outside again. Ultimately, I think you joined… I don’t really remember for some reason.

Also, for probably the same reason, I seem to remember watching three movies that weekend… but only remembering the names of two. Gothika, and The Matrix: Revolutions. I have NO IDEA what happened during Gothika, just that I was mildly stressed at the beginning of it. Revolutions, well, a bunch of people told me Neo died in that movie. I don’t remember it. I talked to Rhys about it, and he doesn’t think Neo died either. God only knows what the third movie was.

GOOD TIMES.

So then. What blog recently would be complete without a look at the SympaticoStalker?

“well, what a fine forensic analysis of my writing; ya know if the box gluing gig doesnt work out for you ya got a great future as a private detective! Good guesses; maybe one of them is right. anyway have a good weekend will check back soon”, SS says.

From what I can tell, I guessed right. Initially, mentioning the box gluing was another nail in JD’s coffin, I mean, he knew about that job out in Milton. Problem is, as Denfo pointed out, I mentioned my work in the blog and SympaticoStalker DID go through the archives. I kinda forgot I’ve put this shit out for all to read. Heh, I’m still pretty sure I got it right, I mean, otherwise SS’d say something along the lines of, “Dude, your guesses suck”, instead they were called “Good guesses”.

Problem though, I went in and checked some old emails between JD and myself and they were all well punctuated and capitalized properly. Grr…

I’m going to stick with the belief that I got it right ‘cuz it’s been my best damned guess so far and despite the fact there’s historical meticulously punctuated email evidence to the contrary…

Come on, SS… JD? Yes or no?

: Oh, and by the way..whatever did happen to the raweffect name?..that was a cool name, what's this new "rofo" crap!? :-/

It didn’t go anywhere, I still use it. It sort of morphed into “Rofo” actually. Essentially, RawEffect the Mofo ended up being coined “Rofo” by someone out in Vancouver, and the use of it spread like wildfire amongst that group of friends. Suddenly, people got ‘fo-ed. Iza, my girlfriend, Izfo. Dendrie, Denfo. It’s now even spread to girlfriends of friends, as I’ve heard “Emily” being called “M-fo”. Fear not though… raweffect.blogspot.com still holds “RawEffect” in the URL, and it’s still in use elsewhere.

And that’s a wrap for this blog… stay tuned for another blog shortly (I hope) in which I rant about Bell, comment on the state of music lately (I’m excited again!), and drop random bits of tid for you sad blog-readers to chew on.

Until then, I remain

RawEffect, Rofo, Spanky, McTokey, Oddsack, Dumbass, and a host of other ministories in nick-name form… Art.

...wtf?

Okay, looks like the time's fine again. Strange. Wonder if it posts the time you STARTED typing? I dunno how long I was typing for, but it didn't seem that long. ...meh.

...Art

TiMe WaRp

Hrm... looks like Blogger's system time is off. Not by an even number of hours like a time-zone issue, but it's just... off.

This post put up at 01:54... wonder what the time at the bottom'll be...

...Art

Sympatico-Stalker ..cont'd

Well, hello peeps.

First off... last night... can anyone tell me if I was in a limo? And if so, did we end up in Waterloo to pick some people up on uber-short notice? And was it not in fact after 1am? Did we actually have two different limos that night? Did all this happen after a bottle of Amaretto somehow emptied itself out and a second bottle got going? ...did the second bottle survive it's time in the limo? I don't know... I do remember a body sprawled out on the floor of the limo. I think it was alive. I think it was French. I think it was the same guy that asked if he'd yakked yet. I think that guy had trouble keeping track of HIS night too. And someone else... someone else was also French and had every disease you can't spell, and then admitted to having the ones you could spell too. Holy fuck, HEY, WHAAA HAPPENED?

All I know is that at around 5am I came home. I woke up at 7am, tried driving, then turned around and called in sick for work. When I woke up the second time, I seemed to have a huge hangover, and the pile of clothing on the floor smelled of weed. Jesus Christ.

Pierre, wicked-good time bud. Thanks. Hehehe!

Onwards with this biiatch.. I'm sleepy and want to uh... sleep. But, I'm waiting until 2am or so to give Iza a call in Europe before she heads off to Italy and away from any way to really get ahold of her. ...where the hell was I going with this? Oh, yeah, onwards.

Sypatico Stalker Strikes Again:

": Very entertained..i especially like the story about the stuck car & the old lady..you're clearly a gifted writer! I'm also honored to have become the primary topic of discussion on your forum.

I'm not the person you'll see Wednesday but ask them anyway. I obviously know your callsign as I typed it into yahoo. Might be someone very close to you..or maybe someone you haven't seen in a while. who do you know in quebec who knows you as raweffect??

i took my sweet time surfing your site as i didn't know youd have the godly ability to ascertain my isp and time spent here..in doing so you have inadvertently exposed the patheticness of my life at the present time so i cant reveal my identity but feel free to try and figure it out if you want!

i need to start up one of these .. i think I need therapy too, ya know, just having gotten out of prison and all :) .. cheers...SS"

You know, I'm almost wishing I hadn't checked site stats that day. I so very rarely ever do. It's a total fluke I noticed this activity at all. But hey, what the fawk, it gives me something to do while I struggle with another night of broken sleep coming up on a long weekend of what promises to be more broken sleep.

Let's see... this time, we're picking up a few more clues, plus an admission that he has infact just gotten out of prison.

Bah, who cares? They think I'm a gifted writer. I'll take compliments no matter where they come from, even from convicts!

Hrm. In fact, it wasn't Pierre who told me yesterday he's on a cable internet provider out in Quebec, just as the stalker told me. They called "raweffect" a "callsign" though, which is a rather unusual thing to call it. That's more a radio industry thing to say, but probably just a meaningless thing I'm picking on here. Certainly it's of no help.

SS, I didn't believe you read through this blog in one sitting. It seemed clear to me that you took breaks, and in fact returned to the site a couple of times by returning to Yahoo and searching anew. That's why I said you were looking through the site "over a span of" three and a half hours and didn't claim you spent three and a half hours reading archives. Hell, there isn't three and a half hours of material on this site to anyone but the droolingly retarded.

You're an American Sympathizer, or just lazy, as it's "honoured" not "honored" in this country.... your life sucks, apparently. No real clues there at all, most of the people I know are of that opinion when they reflect on their lives.

My first guesses were all wrong. My second line of guessing, wrong too. It's been suggested that you might be an ex-girlfriend of mine, which I suppose is entirely possible, and there have been a few of them that would have remembered "RawEffect". I'm going to pass on that for now though, 'cuz your writing doesn't sound especially feminine. Hrm... Oh, what the hell. When it comes to women and stalking, none can match Pauline and the posse of informants and spies she assembled. While I'm certain Pauline doesn't even remember my name anymore, never mind "RawEffect", I'll toss this out anyway. SS, are you Pauline or a member of her crew?

No, eh? I have two more guesses, but they're weak ones. DH, and SB. Problem is, I can't see SB closing with "Cheers" and the writing seems too lucid. The wording fits DH well closely enough, but I know DH's search engine of choice is Google, not Yahoo. It's their browser's default page.

OH SHIT.

Okay. SS, I think you're BUSTED.

"Cheers" eh? JD? Word choice is spot on, didn't your life take a strong turn for the worse sort of recently, and haven't you been all over this "RawEffect" nonsense for WELL over a decade? Oh, wait... I don't remember you being so sloppy with your capitalizations... And I'm on the laptop so I don't have much archived email here to go back to. Shit, going to check email on the PC.

Oh, wait... it's backing up at the moment. Hrm... JD... were you a sloppy capitalizer? I don't remember being angered by your emails, but at the same time I don't remember them being immaculate.

Yeah, JD. I'm sticking with this guess. I've got ya now, haven't I?

Hrm... this is kinda neat:

: hehehehehhe .... lol this is kind of cool. Oooooh, stalker.

Hey, Iza, would you still think it's kind of cool if SS WAS an ex? I mean, you're off on your own all the way at the other side of the ocean...

Heh, SS, Iza's my woman. She owns me. If you're an ex, she's beat you soundly. We get along wicked-good; when she comes back from Europe you should meet her. Assuming you're an ex. And if you're not an ex, heck, you should still meet her if you haven't yet.

...hrm... I'm not buying this ex-angle. ...but if you are, SS, I encourage you to pursue me. You can take it up with Iza on her return. Might I also suggest Jello or mud fill the ring? Yes, I think some dirty wrestling'd be the perfect way to settle this score.

...okay. It's 1:42am. I haven't slept much in the last little while, and it's starting to show in the wanderings of my mind. Have a good night all my bloggies.

...Art

Sympatico-Stalker

Hrm. Just as I thought. It was necessary in my last blog to mention that my Sympatico Stalker is on a "Toronto server", and not actually IN Toronto. I remember from the times of being a Sympatico client myself that I'd often resolve to a server in Ottawa, Montreal, even London. And... now it looks like this time my Sympatico Stalker's resolved to Quebec City. Hrm...

So, what do I know so far? I know I have a stalker. I know they're on Sympatico. I know they're from Eastern Canada, either Ontario or Quebec. And I know they can type in English. I offer this chatterbox excerpt as evidence:

": Hey art..nice journals..kept me well entertained last night..i have a lot of time on my hands lately and was just doing some random surfing..don’t know what compelled me to type raweffect into yahoo to see what i might get..anyway, keep up the good work"

What else can we get from this? My stalker has a lot of time on their hands lately. Like, say, an escaped con would have, having just broken out and not having a job or anything that resembles a "life" with "responsibilities" and such. They're also clever, as they didn't reveal their identity as I requested they do for retraining order purposes. Hrm...

I don't yet fear for my life, as "keep up the good work" implies that I won't be dead in the immediate future... so I have at least a couple of days to figure this out.

Ponderous, man, really ponderous.

I have a suspicion, but I'll wait until Wednesday, tomorrow, to ask the person point-blank.

It's the only guess I've got going at the moment. Oh, wait, a second guess... though I saw that person today and they didn't appear as though they were hiding anything. In fact... they looked very suspiciously innocent.

*glances around nervously*

...Art

...WTF?

Okay, what the holy hell? I'd like to cash in now. If anyone can figure out how to get me my fortunes, please get in touch.

Also, a shout out to the Sympatico user on the Toronto server who found me on Yahoo and proceeded to click through the archives and such over a span of three-and-a-half hours last night and this morning. Nice to have you aboard. Invite your friends! Oh, and feel free to leave a comment on that thing on the right hand side there... introduce yourself, say hello! ...and leave your full name and address so I know who to get the restraining order against.

Heh, ah, good times.

Have a good day/night peeps...

...Art

She's leaaaving, on a jet plaaaane...

Yeah, it's a bit late. Whatever. Here, ladies and gents is Iza's flight in clicky form!

At 22:54 - All this amazing stuff's going on! Uhm... As the clicky thing says, no height, no speed. No interest.

At 22:59 - This is cooler. Oh, look, a map, and.. by this time she's 9,100 feet (2985 Meters) already and going at 318MPH (511KM/H). Side note, I jumped out of a perfectly functional aircraft at 11,000 feet.

At 23:01 - She's clippin' along at 500MPH (804KM/H) and 16,000 feet.

At 23:03 - She appears to be holding at an altitude of 16,000 feet, and a speed of 500MPH.

At 23:04 - They've picked up the pace, 624MPH, and climbed to 22,500 feet. At around this time I'm sitting here thinking that this tracking shit's really really cool. I can't believe how much of this data is being sent around the world for all these flights. Mmm.. Technology.

At 23:05 - 24,300 feet, 652MPH (1043KM/H)! Whoo! I want my own f*cking plane...

At 23:06 - Still climbing, and still going faster. 26,400 feet, 672MPH (1075KM/H)

At 23:07 - Up to 30,700 feet (10,072 meters)... That's over 10km high! That's... that's higher than me on a good weekend!

At 23:09 - How much higher until she's in orbit? 32,800 feet. 657MPH.

At 23:10 - Clipping along at 673MPH... 1077KM/H, she settles into 33,000 feet for a while.

At 23:16 - Slowed down a bit to 657MPH, maintaining 33,000 feet. The speed slows down a bit from here, but hey look! She's changed direction! Look at the little airplane all turned and stuff. Wooo....

At 23:34 - I'm starting to realize how boring things are after a plane gets in the sky. 639MPH, still at 33,000 feet.

At 00:03 - ...more of the same. 639MPH and 33,000 feet.

At 00:24 - HEY LOOK! She's pointed at Europe now!

At 00:33 - She's turned again, and climbed to 35,200 feet. Mmm... high.

At 00:36 - Still climbing... 37,000 feet! Prolly trying to avoid a surface-to-air missile.

At 01:07 - Path's been changed a bit, probably because of the wind that's pushing them along. Plane's at 669MPH (1073KM/H)

Somewhere around 01:30 I start noticing that the flight's no longer being updated. The estimated time remaining stays the same for the next two and a half hours, leading me to make the conclusion that Iza's currently drowning in the cold waters somewhere between Greenland and Iceland. I check CP24 and CNN, just in case, and doze off somewhere around 4am.

At 05:36 - I pick her flight up again on a different service, and doze off. She's down to 27,000 feet...and I fell asleep.

At 06:13 - I get confirmation that she's hit the ground, and begin to wonder how I'll function in an hour for work.

Flight duration, 7 hours, 23 minutes.

...you bitches had better've clicked those clicky things... it took me a lot of time. Hehehe

...Art

Hrm...

Today, as a historical note, something amazingly insignificant started at 12:46. At 12:50, it was done. ...wow. Unfortunately, I'm not especially thrilled with this insigificant event, so it'll have to be either repaired, replaced, or complimented with a second likely equally insignificant event.

...Art

ungh

Okay. I've been stupid busy. I apologize for the lack of updates. Will hopefully post again soon.

Cheers...

...Art

Hrm

Okay, online flight tracking is sigificantly less cool when the service stops updating the one flight you're looking into for two-and-a-half hours leaving you to believe your girlfriend has plummeted into the ocean off of Iceland at 2:30-ish AM.

...stupid technology.

On a positive note though, Delta Airlines flight 196 is updating regularly and is scheduled to land in an hour and six minutes.

...wonder how long it'd take news of lost communication with an aircraft to make the news?

I'm not sure how yet, but this is all Korea's fault.

...Art

And she's off.

Welp, Iza's been dropped off at the airport and in the skies for just under two hours as I write this. Hope she has a great time in Europe.

On a related note, tracking planes online is fucking wicked-cool. An updated blog about this later; including an outline of her trip. At the moment though, she's at 35,000 feet, and clippin' along at 640 MPH. ...Sweeeeeet.

Take care peeps, and especially you Iza. You're in enemy territory now, babe. ;-)

...well, okay, you're in the enemy's aircraft. Boeing 767-200 for anyone who cares. But still. SOON ENOUGH you'll be in enemy territory. Only they're not really enemies anymore, what with that whole cold-war Us vs The Commies stuff being over... but reality doesn't sound nearly as thrilling in a blog, so what the hell.

WATCH YO' BACK!

...Art