This billboard is just down the street from my house (the billboard is just over a block north of Bloor and Dundas West in Toronto). The advertisement on the left (which had a picture of Bush) was originally an ad for an audiobooks company, and the one on the right was one of those “I'm loving it” McDonalds ads. Anyway, here's the billboard liberation front-esque replacement: Isn't Kanye an A-Rab name?.
Many hours of driving, and I think about $70 dollars of today's ultra-expensive gas later ($5/gallon today in Toronto for the good gas), and I'm back home (and a little sore in the legs)… I love getting out of the city. I don't know if I like the way the County I grew up in is continuing to gentrify though — half the stores are antique shops for rich people who want to buy a pre-fab mansion in the country and pretend it's a farmhouse. Maybe they can even pay some farmer to park his tractor on their lawn. Oh wait, no, they wouldn't want to hurt their manicured lawn.
Anyway… I was going to scout out MLS for properties tonight but it's getting late and I want to stick with my sleeping schedule because I've been feeling better as time goes by on it. So let me quickly post a few pictures from today's death-anniversary trip and then get to bed.
 Looking north along Point Petre. |
 …and south as well (that's Saira who always comes along; I think we're the only two friends of the twins that go out there almost every year). |
 Getting the car to the water was insane because the roads had deep (foot+) ruts, drop offs, and big rocks… and my car is lowered! So there was a lot of “one wheel on the centre hump, one on the side of the road” type driving. |
 I took this same picture years ago with my Aztec 7, and with many of my other cars as well. It's one of my places to take cars to photo them I guess. |
 South view again. |
 Sitting on the water… I wish I could spend every day on water like this. I will soon enough I'm sure. |
 Water rolling off the limestone steps. |
 Splash-pools of water among the rocks. We did a little climbing and exploring too. Hope my theory that I'm not allergic to poison ivy is correct. |
 Parked at Little Bluff. This was quite a drive as well, over a deeply pitted gravel road, and then a very well maintained forest path. |
 I think this house is haunted but I'd love to use it as a movie set one day. I kind of want to have BMEFEST 2008 (not 2007; that one's planned already) be a week long movie shoot. |
 Sitting on the roots of a big oak tree cantilevered out over a cliff, looking at the water and the beach and the marsh and forest behind it. Is there a nicer place to relax? |
 This is after I realized the road we were on was so messed up with potholes that the only way we'd get through without bottoming out in a hole was to hit them at about sixty so we'd just “fly” over them. On the whole it worked… |
Well, I have a big chunk of BME stuff to post in the morning. See you then!
Sorry I haven't been online much the last few days — I'm going geolocation crazy (and having fun — just because I usually write my own DB drivers so this is new territory — fighting with a MySQL interface for it)! The entry below has been updated with a much improved database for those that are interested. I also printed all the labels for the studio stickers and the “you killed my IAM page” stickers. I'll do the account extensions tomorrow. BME was updated as well…
Haha, an old friend sent me a message telling me I needed a kick in the ass and snap out of it. Yeah, you know what — he's totally right. Honestly, it sounds glib, but I actually know the solution to all my problems — exercise. All I have to do is get myself working out regularly and I can almost guarantee that my sleep would improve, which would then cascade out and help with everything else.
I just have to stop being so lazy! (Or at least selectively lazy).
Google paid me again. It's less this time because they made me take the ads off Under Mars and I haven't had time to really keep Price Of His Toys up to date. But I'm not complaining — $191.64 is always nice to get in the mail… I just wish they weren't so heavy handed with their censorship of sites that push the borders of what's polite to talk about a little.
At the doctor's office I learned that heroin is a great pain killer. I had no idea that it's actually legal to prescribe in Canada to terminally ill patients (although unlike parts of Europe, it's very rarely done here). So yeah, smoke some heroin if you're worried your tattoo is gonna hurt I guess.
Dr: We could try you on this anti-depressant…
Me: OK?
Dr: It's a terrible anti-depressant and doesn't work very well.
Me: Um, alright…?
Dr: But it will help you sleep.
So we'll see how that goes. Apparently one of the (rare) side effects is retrograde ejaculation (oh, and libido increase to match). So I apologize to all the imaginary groupies if my monster facials are not quite so apparently monstrous, ha. What a funny side effect. Seriously though, my only worry about it is that it can also cause complex partial seizures, which I already have very regularly.
When I went to the drugstore to pick it up, their blood pressure machine was broken (it took a couple tries to get a response at all), so I don't think these numbers are accurate. I wouldn't call them “great” or even particularly good, but at least it seems my physical health as measured by these two characteristics is within the norms.
Gotta get me some giils.
I'm looking forward to Thursday. Saira and I are going out to Prince Edward County to visit where Todd and Scott drowned. Next year will be the tenth anniversary of their death. We try and go out there every year (I think we're hitting about 50%, I guess we are bad friends to our ghostly buddies) and go swimming where they drowned. I recall once someone saying something about learning from other people's mistakes, but I'm not a good listener…
