i admire myself for living where i do.
it is the most wondrous of all locations.
im downtown vancouver; i only see the wilds.
this is quite unobtainable - i know i am unique.
in the entire world - not another place like mine.
i have seen places which look upon the city.
as if to suggest a goal, a dream, a wonder.
where i live, thus, arrogant in its views.
that is to say, my view is of nothing.
to live within the city, without it.
this is my life; i am grateful.
thank you!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
mr situps
tonite was our blackbox holiday party.
it was okay, pretty low key.
a beer and cake.
they did have the crustcut off the sandwiches, though!
a few friends came to my place after work.
we were going to a birthday party at 10pm.
we had some vodka, played some tony hawk ride, and drank beer.
we had some scotch, ate some pizza, and i played some guitar.
my songs were failures, i was drunk and intimidated.
we carried on.
i rolled a joint for the birthday boy.
then we left to go meet the birthday boy.
we smoked it when we got to where we were going.
i ordered a budweiser, but never payed.
then we went to some other pub joint.
i got a hotdog out front.
jalapeno cheddar.
there was a pretty happening band there.
they played some hypno-jazz, is what i'll call it.
pretty rad, i traded my ID for some darts.
we played darts and had a good time - all of us.
darts.
once i cheers'd my accountant and my bottle broke.
the tip of the bottle broke right off!
instant jewelry ring, again.
(this happened before)
time to go, they say.
we must leave.
kerry's coat is nowhere to be seen.
3 minutes of questioning.
he told me his parents gave him that coat.
a girl comes in asking, 'is someone missing a coat?'
then she dashes away.
i finished my beer and quickly followed her outside.
she hurried up to a taxi cab as its door closed.
i followed her and opened the door.
inside, a kleptomaniac clutched kerry's coat.
the good samaritan woman told the klepto to give it back.
i took back kerry's coat and saw that the klepto still had a glove.
'its my glove, this is MY glove!' she said.
the good samaratin said, 'give him the glove!'
i had checked the pockets, and found only one glove.
i took the glove back and kerry came outside.
he put his coat on and thanked me.
he had mistaken me for a hero!
the good samaritan lady was the hero.
__________________________
liberty ordered himself a hotdog.
we got to talking and kicked him in the balls.
he kicked me in the balls 2x as hard.
a fat well dressed man was just walking up.
he said, 'you let him kick you in the balls?'
i said, 'so what if i did, mr situps?'
he was upset and frustrated.
he walked to the front door and got a beefy man.
they came up to me.
the beefy man told me i owed the other man some respect.
i told him that he owed me respect as well.
the beefy man insisted that i appologize.
i was staring down two beefy men, one in a business suit.
they were angry with me and trying to suppress me with power.
one of them tried to make me buy a hot dog - WITH CHEESE~!
i told them that i had already had one - with cheese.
they said i had better tip the hot dog vendor.
then they said that they owned the pub.
i said i had a good time, and was thankful.
they stared me down, trying to intimidate.
eventually the owner buisinessman walked off.
we got in a cab and left.
later, we smoked a joint rolled in a peso.
it was okay, pretty low key.
a beer and cake.
they did have the crustcut off the sandwiches, though!
a few friends came to my place after work.
we were going to a birthday party at 10pm.
we had some vodka, played some tony hawk ride, and drank beer.
we had some scotch, ate some pizza, and i played some guitar.
my songs were failures, i was drunk and intimidated.
we carried on.
i rolled a joint for the birthday boy.
then we left to go meet the birthday boy.
we smoked it when we got to where we were going.
i ordered a budweiser, but never payed.
then we went to some other pub joint.
i got a hotdog out front.
jalapeno cheddar.
there was a pretty happening band there.
they played some hypno-jazz, is what i'll call it.
pretty rad, i traded my ID for some darts.
we played darts and had a good time - all of us.
darts.
once i cheers'd my accountant and my bottle broke.
the tip of the bottle broke right off!
instant jewelry ring, again.
(this happened before)
time to go, they say.
we must leave.
kerry's coat is nowhere to be seen.
3 minutes of questioning.
he told me his parents gave him that coat.
a girl comes in asking, 'is someone missing a coat?'
then she dashes away.
i finished my beer and quickly followed her outside.
she hurried up to a taxi cab as its door closed.
i followed her and opened the door.
inside, a kleptomaniac clutched kerry's coat.
the good samaritan woman told the klepto to give it back.
i took back kerry's coat and saw that the klepto still had a glove.
'its my glove, this is MY glove!' she said.
the good samaratin said, 'give him the glove!'
i had checked the pockets, and found only one glove.
i took the glove back and kerry came outside.
he put his coat on and thanked me.
he had mistaken me for a hero!
the good samaritan lady was the hero.
__________________________
liberty ordered himself a hotdog.
we got to talking and kicked him in the balls.
he kicked me in the balls 2x as hard.
a fat well dressed man was just walking up.
he said, 'you let him kick you in the balls?'
i said, 'so what if i did, mr situps?'
he was upset and frustrated.
he walked to the front door and got a beefy man.
they came up to me.
the beefy man told me i owed the other man some respect.
i told him that he owed me respect as well.
the beefy man insisted that i appologize.
i was staring down two beefy men, one in a business suit.
they were angry with me and trying to suppress me with power.
one of them tried to make me buy a hot dog - WITH CHEESE~!
i told them that i had already had one - with cheese.
they said i had better tip the hot dog vendor.
then they said that they owned the pub.
i said i had a good time, and was thankful.
they stared me down, trying to intimidate.
eventually the owner buisinessman walked off.
we got in a cab and left.
later, we smoked a joint rolled in a peso.
Friday, December 11, 2009
a week in vinyl
Monday M7orning:
- the raveonettes|LUST.LUST.LUST
- maserati|THE.LANGUAGE.OF.CITIES
- against me|LIVE.IN.LONDON
- bo diddley|GO.BO.DIDDLEY
- crow dog's paradise|SONGS.OF.THE.SOUIX
- crow dog's paradise|SONGS.OF.THE.SOUIX
- herbie hancock|STARS.IN.HER.EYES
- leonard cohen|LIVE.AT.THE.ISLE.OF.WIGHT.1970
- against me|LIVE.IN.LONDON
- the beatles|LET.IT.BE
- joan jett and the blackhearts|I.LOVE.ROCK.AND.ROLL
- tchaikovsky|SYMPHONONY.NUMBER.5
- the the|SOUL.MINING
- beck|ODELAY
- beck|ODELAY
- torche|MEANDERTHAL
- rihanna|UMBRELLA.FEATURING.JAY-Z
- modest mouse|THE.LONESOME.CROWDED.WEST
- the mars volta|FRANCES.THE.MUTE
Sunday, December 6, 2009
went for a walk
we went for a walk since it was a nice day - winter is getting here!
these pictures are pretty cool, these guys are like my band.
what i mean, is i think bands should be made of good friends.
whoa-oh frozen
long hairy feathers
i absolutely love that this is out my front door.
the lost lagoon
a lost racoon
look at that smoker shooting horizontal smoke
me n karl
berg and scott
the sun was going down and karl had just got up
"no scott, you can't have my coat"
"fine, asshole"
good one! great!
karl was being a gentleman and opening scotts beer
mike named this chair something very weird
these pictures are pretty cool, these guys are like my band.
what i mean, is i think bands should be made of good friends.
i like the bird and man exiting on opposite sides
whoa-oh frozen
long hairy feathers
i absolutely love that this is out my front door.
the lost lagoon
a lost racoon
look at that smoker shooting horizontal smoke
me n karl
berg and scott
the sun was going down and karl had just got up
"no scott, you can't have my coat"
"fine, asshole"
good one! great!
karl was being a gentleman and opening scotts beerberg was wondering why the trees didnt split before falling over... ..haha berg!
karl broke the leg off the alligator
mike instructed him on how to fix it
mike instructed him on how to fix it
mike named this chair something very weird
Friday, December 4, 2009
bike lock key
sometimes i have thoughts before i leave my house that i should leave the key to my bike lock near the bike so that should i die someone would be able to use and enjoy my bike without having to worry about where the key to the bike lock locked to the bike is.
and i do.
and i do.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
MC HAMMER
today's morning record i featured while getting ready for work:
mc hammer
"hammer - release the pressure!
hammer hammer hammer hammer!
ohhh pressure!
ohhh get your hands up!
ohhh pressure!
ohhh get your hands up!"
i also had a dream last night about drowning Walt from LOST.
i had to hold him so long and squeeze his neck so hard.
in fact, his head ended up falling off.
in my dream there were duplicates of all kinds of people.
they were bad, and there was even a duplicate of me.
the thing is, my duplicate was good, not bad.
and i had to drown Walt because he was going to do something bad.
the end of the dream involved a building construction site.
it was like great video game art, and i was running all over.
it was super fun, there were conveyor belts, too.
and lots of boxes, and super smooth cement.
and saw horses all over the place.
-andy
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