Ye Olde Times

After a recent reminder, I have updated the Pirate Club’s website. I began the process in an attempt to tie up the loose ends and create a sort of time capsule to commemorate the Pirate Club. The club might resurface someday in some form or another, but I felt it was important to recognize it’s first incarnation. I’ve provided a link to the site/capsule in my list of links to the right of the page.

BE WARNED

To anyone who was a member of the club, or who looks back fondly upon the club, reading about our exploits in the past tense can be quite saddening. Proceed only if ye deem yerself brave enough to face the sorrow.

Sad, but true . . .

I got this in my e-mail, and I just had to share it. . .

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at
the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very
important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.

Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died
peacefully at age 93.

The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into
the coffin.

They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.

HA HA HA, it's a tad morbid, but meh!

Hallowe’en costumes

I’ve got some great costumes, but I’ve worn them all.
So now I’m screwed.
Thank goodness for great suggestions and second hand shopping.
I hope I find what I need.
Wish me luck . . .

As Promised

Here is photographic evidence of the odd bear that accosted us while at the theatre. His pants fell down as he walked away from us. It was funny, but not pretty.

Meanwhile . . .

During the time that I’ve been spending NOT updating my blog I’ve gotten up to a myriad of adventures. Some of which have prohibited me from attending others (sorry Alex, I tried). My friends and I have been accosted by a giant bondage bear (hopefully a future post if I ever get the pictures), taken a trip back in time to the 1980s, attended a Q4 (4th Quarter launch party), in Toronto at the docks, received mail from B.C. and Hawaii, and many, many other exploits which are far to numerous to name here. In leu of descriptions, I’ll leave for you some pictures to tell the stories for me.

3 'o clock in the mornings

It’s 3:00am.

I wanted to be asleep a couple hours ago.

When I got off the phone with a good friend I had every intention of going right to bed.

I didn’t.

Instead I stayed up and watched a T.V. show on DVD, stood on my head and am now updating my blog.

You ever have a night like that?

Lists

I’ve started keeping lists. Not stupid lists like ‘names of famous pets’ or ‘my all time favorite episodes of Dr. Who’, but useful lists, like ‘what I want to get done on my next day off’. I used to sit at home on my days off and wonder what to do with all my free time, but now I can remain productive and get stuff done without first having to brainstorm. It’s quite nice. I don’t always (translation: extremely rarely) get everything done, but at least I don’t sit around and waste my time anymore.

I’m also starting my Christmas list.

The wonderful thing about autumn . . .

There are many wonderful things about autumn, but one thing that I’m particularly happy for is the temporary decrease in the mosquito population.

Home Sweet Home II

Here are the pictures I promised. I have much better pictures that showcase the landscape and not the trucks and old mops, but I don’t have they handy. Also note that none of these vehicles or even the back deck remain. All were removed for obvious reasons.

Home Sweet Home

Ah yes, Caistor Centre. This is where I grew up and where I’ve just been visiting for Thanksgiving. It’s always fun to go back, to see family, and to reconnect with everything that I had growing up. It’s funny that when I’m in Brantford, surrounded by possibilities, I have no idea what to do; because when I’m in Caistor Centre without a car, in the middle of the forest and field, I am constantly busy and full of creative inspiration.

I’ll put some actual pictures of Caistor up here once I find them.

Facial Follicles

It’s a sad day in Bloggerdom when you don’t post for two weeks, and then break the silence with a post about beards. But that’s how I roll, so deal with it!

I’m in the process of growing a beard, but I don’t know what I want to do with it, or if I’m eventually going to settle for some other beardlike facial hair pattern. I also run the very real risk of shaving one day when I decide that I’m just sick of having my neck itch. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen, because that seems to be what always happens.

Anyways, as pertinent as this is to everyone’s life, I’m going to end my post with a picture of some really wicked beards. My favourite is the guy in the bottom right with the top hat. It does my heart good to see that there are men in the world, who would forsake the love (or even interest) of women for the thrill of the beard.