Something I missed yesterday...

Yesterday, I was in Union Station in Toronto waiting for my train back to Strathroy. I had to go to the washroom. In the washroom, was one of those guess your weight and tell your fortune machines in the bathroom. I should have taken a picture of that machine because I just realize how often do you see those around now. It didn't matter if it worked or not, just knowing that there are still some around is good enough.

Getting my "Nerd On" from the weekend...

Usually when a comic book convention comes around there are those people who take pictures of the freaks, the cosplayers, and all the fat guys who are an unconfortable pale white. However, The Comic Book Expo in Toronto this past weekend didn't get that from me. I was scoring key comics for my comic book collection, and...



I got to meet Neal Adams.

Here are some of the key comics I scored...

All Star Western #10 - First Appearance of Johan Hex
The Saga of The Swamp Thing #20 - Alan Moore's first issue for Swamp Thing
The Saga of The Swamp Thing #37 - First Appearance of John Constantine
Weird Western Tales #39 - First Appearance of Scalphunter (part of a Western Revival from DC in the 70's)
Weird Western Tales #48 - First Appearance of Cinnamon (again, part of a Western Revival from DC in the 70's)
Green Lantern #196 - Guy Gardner first adventure as a real Green Lantern
Uncanny X-Men #131 - First Appearance of The White Queen, Emma Frost

I also completed my Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol run, and my Uncanny X-Men run is at the stage of just plain creepy.

I'll admit, I had one serious "Nerd On" this weekend.

In Toronto...

from thursday to monday... going by train.

good times.

I'm gonna be writing another blog...

But the song and dance to the whole deal is that it's a blog I don't control whatsoever. I'm just writing in the comments page on a weekly basis. The blog I'm making the commenting on is This Blog Has Chlamydia. Furthermore, this idea is not original, I stole this idea from my friend "The Risk Commander".

My sole purpose is to make Menuhin, the owner of said blog, get off his ass and continue writing on his blog, or make him shut his site down out of the frustration I'm feeding him.

I'll be doing this every Tuesday if possible, and only put quotes from "Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law" until the end of September.

A new Look...

This is what happens when drinking and blogging converge. Please, friends don't let friends blog drunk.

I went pro...

I finally purchased a pro account at flickr so I can take countless photographs of odd things I see. Hopefully, by the end of the month, I can show people a picture of a tree growing in a silo.

And for those who are wondering, this picture was taken inside my dad's childhood house. I'm standing in my grandmother's room looking at the soyabeans and weeds.

Yesterday...

I read the quote from my Jones Soda which they swiped from actual fortune cookies, well the little paper that has the quotes on them. Anyways, it said "Your fantasy will come true." which was nice to read, but I start to think which fantasy, because I have a lot of fantasies, and I don't think a lot of people would appreciate that my "Killing lots of people who irk me" fantasy to come true. Furthermore, I don't think any of my sexual fantasies will see the light of day for awhile because they involve more than... well just me in them, and yeah I'm gonna stop there.

Yesterday I learned...

the hard way that I'm not allergic to bees stings... but having a bee sting you on the forehead is a total nuisance.

The Yard Sale

This morning my mother and I had a yard sale in which we only made $17.85. The ad in the local paper cost us $10.70.

All the stuff I had for sale wasn't touch, albeit, what I had for sale was bad vinyl, obscure comics from the 1990's and a VCR ideal for a mono television in which really, isn't that appealling.

However, if I want to look the part of a country yard sale buyer, I have to do one of the following...
- own either a vehicle too large for me or an A to B car where one third is covered in rust.
- wear a novelty t-shirt that came from a two four of beer.
- wear shorts that are too small for me to the point that my ass is sucking them in.
- gain 40 pounds of pure fat.
- lose hair on the top of my head but still grow the rest of the hair long (in other words, pull the classic Kim Mitchell look).
- bring a friend to critize what's for sale yet seeing them buy the item you wouldn't expect to get rid of.

And that was before the rain came...

odd rules for an odd person...

1. Don't watch people eat food.
2. Never comment on anything pertaining to Hunter S. Thompson.
3. Don't pee in the sink... wait, in any sink.

I just farted...

it smelt like burnt hickory.

DAMN JOHNNY SIXTEEN!!!!

I have develop a taste for Polish beer, Zywiec to be exact. Furthermore, I damned Johnny Sixteen for introducing it to me. I also want to note that I'm intoxicated from said beer while writing this blog.

Lee Hazlewood rocks.
Sergio Mendes rocks.
Brian Eno rocks.

Well, Sergio Mendes doesn't rock, he does the Brasillian Jazz Bossa Nova thing, but the dude is still cool.

BURN!!!!

Yesterday, I got burned by my 94 year old grandfather on being single and unemployed at a family function. It wouldn't bug me as much but he isn't know making sharp jabs at people that quickly, let alone the sheer honesty of what said. I am working, but it's on the family farm, and I don't see the money coming to me directly, so I don't see a paycheck like normal people...

Yeah, that burn was totally legitimate.

Things to get off my chest...

1. There will be no more Anonymous postings as the result of the Beatles posting.

2. If you find a CD called The Langley School Music Project "Innocence and Despair", pick it up and be damn proud that it's in your collection.

3. My comic book collection is now over 4000 comics.

4. I miss John Tesh from Entertainment Tonight: his nihilist attitude was an excellent counterbalance to Mary Hart.

5. Johnny Cash At San Quentin on CD will never be as good as Johnny Cash At San Quentin on Vinyl.

6. John Saxon should be in more movies.

7. If people can see your farmer's tan in the moonlight with no problem, that's freaky.

A Photo from Toronto...

See, when most people visit Toronto, they photograph the tourist spots like the CN Tower. When I go to Toronto, I take pictures of ANOTHER HYPNO-CAT!!!

His name is Stinky.
His owners are The Risk Commander and Madame Frisbee.
AND HE HAS TOTAL CONTROL OVER THEM!!!
(Well, he doesn't have thumbs to open the canned cat food with a can opener, so he's got to have someone else do it for him.)

Beatles

In Toronto...

Eating bacon every morning.

This is for all the hockey fans in Boston...

One of my bizarre rules... if it's from the 1970's and has Bobby Orr on it, pick it up.

I just want to mention...

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I hate bales, I hate my own body sweat, but together, they make my nose work better. I could smell the laundry detergent when wiping the sweat from my brow with my shirt last night when I was moving bales.

Trust me, I'll have better stories coming after the weekend.

in the mean time... sabadabada.