i used to call him Big Red

DR 2011-319

so Alex Burrows bit someone tonight. I didn’t see that during the game. I did after. you know what I did see during the game? that goal by Torres. people on my twitter feed were just positing things like RAFFI! so I responded with “banana phone?” because that’s what you should respond when people don’t qualify which Raffi they mean.

i have a new microphone. it’s a Yeti. except it has no hair. what might I need a new mic for you ask? well, a slowly evolving plan for a podcast for which one “episode” has been recorded but editing hasn’t finished on. plus, playoffs kind of get in the way of recording things.

I’m moving to Sylvan Lake at the end of the summer. I went from metropolitan city to rural city with a “downtown” that’s four square blocks, and now going to a lakeside town. im ok with that since I’ll be basically across the street from the lake, live in a log house, and have a yard in which I can plant things. actually, on that note, I went to the greenhouse last weekend with Aimée’s mom and might have dropped about $200 on plants and planters and stuff… whatever, you wont have fresh strawberries and tomatoes and peppers. you’ll have to buy them at the grocery store and I’ll just have to walk out the door and pick them. HAH.

now i need a big ass pickup with a lift kit, a quad and a boat and I’ll fit right in…

hah, yeah. right. on my radar at the moment: a new bike (either Specialized or Rocky Mountain), maybe a kayak cause i’ll be living at the lake, and a bottle of Ardbeg. I dont really need a bottle of ardbeg. but I keep seeing it around and as it’s the scotch that got me through my thesis, I’m quite fond of it.

on my shelf from left to right: Clynelish, Bruichladdich Peat, Talisker, Gordon & MacPhail Cask Strength, Pinch Dimple, Laphroiag Quarter Cask, Ardbeg 10 year, Bruichladdich Octomore 3rd release, Caol Ila 12 year, Glenfiddich 12 year, Glenlivet 12 year, Johnnie Black. the only one of these that isn’t open is the Pinch, and that’s because my dad gave it to me a couple of weeks ago and it came from my grandma’s place after she died. I’m not sure if I want to open it because of that. it’s old too, it still has an unbroken paper seal from long ago. my dad has a unopened bottle of Lamb’s Navy Rum from way way back when that he keeps for sentimental reasons. i guess this is sort of like that.

in two weeks, we’re heading out on the road for Fubar 3.0 and then Dario and I are going backpacking and then Danielle wants us to go to a bar in gastown that ISN’T the cambie. i told her I agreed on the condition that I can walk into the cambie and buy another shirt. I can’t rightly go to vancouver without going into my bar. even if the last time I was there, I don’t remember leaving and spent the night and next day either throwing up or unconscious. if that’s not dedication to a bar, then I don’t know what is. actually, i probably do but whatever.

1 Thought.

  1. WHY AREN’T YOU MY NEIGHBOUR!? We could sit in our rocking chairs and discuss our garden.

    As for the bar, I’m not going to force you to go! If there is time we can head down there. I don’t want to plan anything because plans just lead to disappointments. Pukey McJew.

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