WHAT THE HELL KIND OF WORLD DO CALGARIANS LIVE IN?

This picture was taken around 8 p.m. local time at the end of a day that was called a day of "flurries". Uhh, flurries? It was -15 Centigrade all day and traffic sucked. That, friends, is not a flurry. That's a damned blizzard.

As Tim Roth's Mr. Orange put it as he lay on the warehouse floor bleeding to death in Reservoir Dogs, "I'm fucking dying! I'm fucking dying!!!".

Somebody please help me. Please help.

HEY, KIDS!

I decided to change templates here so the pictures would stand out a bit better. Enjoy. Stroll through and just downright enjoy.

I'm enjoying the many changes I see happening for myself in the next few months. And, thus, you could be enjoying me a little bit more personally in the next few months. I know you all wanted to hear that. So there it is.

NEVER TRUST A WHITE MAN DRIVING A BLACK VAN. HE'S JUST SAVING ALL HIS VOODOO FOR YOU.

(above lyric is from The Mob Goes Wild by Clutch)

KISS ME NOW, I'M OLDER.

(above lyric is from 12:51 by the sometimes promising, but usually just childish The Strokes)

THE DRIVE

This is a bit of a view of my Saturday drive to Canmore and Banff from Calgary. Clouds and such were rolling in to dump snow today, so by the time I was in Canmore the self portraits I took with the mountains behind me were too dark to appreciate.

Know this: it is absolutely amazingly beautiful there. The mountains are right there and they hit you with a solid stone structure of reality.

Ahhhh, the country side.

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE BEFORE NUMBNESS SETS IN?



I miss my real home, and everything that comes with it, very much.

TO SOME EXTENT, I SUPPOSE, BUT...

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Excuse us, could you just put down that hammer for a minute and listen. You’re so busy getting things done you rarely take any time out just to relax. In fact, you’ve probably forgotten how to relax. That’s because you’re so anxious to prove that it’s possible to lead a good and moral life without religion that you have built a strict and forbidding creed all of your own.

You keep a compost heap, cycle to the bottle bank, invest in ethical schemes only and the list of countries you won’t buy from is longer than the washing line for your baby’s towelling nappies. You admire uncompromising self–sacrificers like Aung San Suu Kyi and Che Guevara, and would have liked the chance to be incarcerated for your principles like Diderot or Nelson Mandela.

You would never cheat on your partner, drink and drive, accept bribes or touch drugs. You never waste money though you give lots to charity. Living a good life? You’re a model to us all. But it wouldn’t hurt you to try a little happiness once in a while. Loosen up.
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The last paragraph starts off all wrong. Or maybe it's the new me coming out.

FIRST BIG PURCHASE OF THE DAYS.

Hello, all, from Calgary! Or is that howdy?

I arrived yesterday afternoon at about 4 p.m. local time. Soon thereafter I made my first few purchases. I went down to the dollar store to buy a shower curtain, thumb tacks, trimming scissors, and a soapdish. I forgot to get pads for my furniture to protect the hardwood floors in my new apartment.

Anyways, the real purchase came an hour later as I got my Clutch tickets. I only bought the one extra one so I couldn't offer it to the two girls that came knocking on my door after I returned, drunk, from The Watchmen (?) pub around the corner.

I'd heard about the friendliness of the city, but didn't think it would be so immediate. Francine and Jessica introduced themselves to me. They live right next door to me; lucky me. I told them I was expecting cookies too from what I've heard and they said they'd actually thought of that, but they didn't have any, or ingredients to make them. We chatted a bit and I mentioned that Bedouin Soundclash and Broken Social Scene are also playing soon, and though they haven't heard either band, they're up for checking them out. I think this could be a good move.

One thing, it's fucking cold. And we haven't even hit December, which is the first of three months when the average high does not go above zero. Maybe this wasn't the best possible move to have made.

Hey Funky Dude, you should have sacrificed the one night shift and been a man instead of the little girl you always will be.

To anyone who has the balls, or estrogen enough, come visit. Let's get it on.