back in the day

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it'll be back.

this week

things in the news i care about this week:

• carl rove and those who support him
  
• the launch of space shuttle discovery
• the london tragedy

recycled photos

update

i'm looking to change the blog in the following areas:

• design
• content
• specials
• sidebar
• headers
• images

opinions, comments, ideas? thanks.

hijacking catastrophe

Read this.

thanks.

swiming semi trucks

sitting here in my gray boxers this morning, i wonder, as usual, if this text will make the end of me one day. passing semi trucks swim through the stream of early traffic outside- a smoggy air is all that's left. as i shift my blue eyes to the mess on my floor it becomes apparent that i should do something about it all. i won't for another couple days though. for today is hump-day wednesday and this only means i'm half way through my week.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo!!!

good morning. that is exactly how a canada day long weekend should go.

thursday - got my truck back on the road. drove around- sounds boring but it was the best. did some other stuff that i can't remember at this time. wait, just did. went to the fireworks at tulista park. didn't see much of them but there was lots of people around so it was goooooood times. ended up staying awake until 4am-ish, chilled on the beach and i think i already wrote about thursday.

friday - canada day. got loaded- hung out with some old girlfriends, missed the fireworks but heard good things. went to big bad johns (a bar on douglas) and drank tequila. good times cause at that place you can do whatever you want so there's like peanut shells all around and buisness cards all over the place. lots of bras too. my kind of bar... ya, don't really remember leaving there. took like 2 hours to get a cab, got back to sidney. went to stephs house with a bunch of people and partied until 6am. no i don't do drugs, it was all drinking. some people think to stay awake all night you need like crack and weird shit like that but no. just good friends and a beer machine.

saturday - haven't slept yet. went downtown and spent some money with friends. bought things. friends started drinking at 4pm-ish but i had to go to dinner at my aunts. kicked the shit with the family and ate some burgers there. left, met up with some friends and went to a big house party by parkland school. it was a really nice house and i guess the girl that was throwing it didn't have a clue about anything cause her place got trashed. holes in the walls, everything was stolen. you know how it goes. anyways i didn't do any of that but i did have fun. oh, someone put a lock code on her tv so she can't watch tv anymore which i found kinda funny. i got in my truck at the end of the night with some girl that's had a kid before and i really felt like driving but not really cause all i wanted to do was listen to the new foo fighters album and i started driving and i got about a block but i was waaaaaaay to drunk to be doing this so i was like shit i better turn around i don't wanna kill this girl or myself or lose my licence like the day i get my truck back.... so i turned around and passed out in my truck and when i woke up i thought i was driving down mckenzie but i was actually just using my owners manual and a tie as a pillow. yeah so my friends girlfriend gave me a ride home and i woke up feeling shitty.

sunday - ...woke up feeling shitty. i went for lunch then went on the boat and tryed some crabbing with my friend. we didn't catch anything but the fresh ocean air was well needed. layed around in some bed after that and played playstation for like 20 minutes but the music was giving me a headache so i stopped and then went 4x4ing up some mountain and i did pretty good. it was fun.

monday - typing on a shitty blog at 7am... going to work soon.

the best day of the year

today is the best day of the year. it's my mom's birthday. it's my country's birthday. it means buses getting pulled over by the police. it means riot police and helicopters. it means pitcher after pitcher of beer. chicken wings. it means winning bingo. it means beer garden.

it means a lot.

i love canada. i know i could travel the entire earth and i'd come back to british columbia. we really take it for granted- cause we're greedy.

truck is back. drove around all last night until about 4am this morning. it was good times. jeff got really drunk off fireball and was being kinda funny. met up with all my friends which was nice and we went to island view beach. the stars were out to impress last night. so many of them, it's amazing. shooting stars are the reason i love the summer. then the moon rose from behind some mountains into the sky and it was pretty sweet. camp fire and all.

then the cops came.

tonight however will be the most spectacular night of the year. i will breathe the air of canada through my canadian lungs, close my eyes and listen to the people i live with. and get hammered, go home with that cheerleader that follows me around everywhere and wake up not to remember any of it. happy canada day my sexy canadians.

questionable

could we start with the mayonaise on the blue plate and then close with a quote. thanks.

foul ingredients mix together to create the tangy dip. a spoonful sits on the edge of a blue plate as a song i've never heard plays behind the two. like a movie, the angle of vision cuts to an insightful diagram. upon it's display, waves crash along the quiet west coast of vancouver island. the trees along the beach stretch their branches east with the aid of the pacific's wind. the sand remains still.

"Yesterday while in Victoria, my headphones caught on the chair in the movie theater, and some how the wires managed to get pulled out of the cord, and now they don't work. This sucks because I just got these headphones not even a month ago, and now they're ruined. I hate how shitty headphones are, and how quickly I go through them."

-peter g

no doubt.

reggie is...

lost my mind today. wasn't as bad as people make it out to be. lost it, found it, smashed it, faxed it to my boss, he forwarded it to his distribution list, they faxed it back attn: asshole get a grip, found it again, stuck it in a purolator bag, shipped it to vancouver.

i heard some guy on burrard st in vancouver works as one of those guys that pass out newspapers to people. he's right by the skytrain. burrard station, yeah that's the one. anyways, we don't really have these newspaper flogger folk here on the island because well, i don't know but they do quite a job. the rejection this guy faces is unbelieveable. i dunno, just heard about him... then met him one time, he gave me directions to west pender st.

i took one of his newspapers just to be nice. i'm sure they have quotas or even daily goals they have to meet, so i tried to help.

didn't read it though.

mr. banker mc im an ass shoot me

hey banker,

why do you look at me like i'm a piece of shit when i sit in your office? i was just wondering, that's all. customer service can be hard at times depending on your customer. i thought i was pretty honest and friendly though. so why do you look at me like i'm a dick when i sit in your office? is it because you make more money than me right now? could it be that you're jealous that you won't be fairly soon? i don't know why that's why i'm asking mr. banker.

when i sat down maybe i smelt bad and that set the mood sour. or maybe it was because i'm white and we're all liars. is that what pissed you off about me? maybe my tie wasn't shiney enough for your liking or was it my hair? since i just ate, maybe i needed some gum. when i sat down in your office was it my breath that pissed you off? i don't know why that's why i'm asking mr. banker.

what made you loosen up by the end of our converstation? the very fact that it was the end of the conversation would be the obvious. was it because i tried to lighten the mood with small talk? maybe you liked my small talk. or maybe you were too small for my small talk and you, the intimidator became the intimidated. was that it? or was it because you maybe were a little harsh. what was it? i don't know what, that's why i'm asking mr. banker.

do you wish that sometimes you could be one of those bankers in the old western movies. just classic. is that why your suit was old and shitty. do you wish that sometimes you could go back and maybe do a couple things over again. change your carreer? now it's too late and when kids come in you take it out on them so they don't want to be that dickhead banker they knew.

if that's the case, then yeah i don't want to be that dickhead banker i know. i look forward to our meeting tomorrow afternoon mr. banker mc im an ass shoot me.

cheers,

reggie miller.

don't read this

sometimes i get jealous of other peoples blogs. when they come up with sweet ideas and i feel like i'm melting in a desert. a growing desert. a growing desert that i try to write about to raise awareness of where i'm melting and how we're all going to melt soon. yeah we read that kind of crap here and there and then shit it out again only to be read all over by another social activist. whatever right.

yeah, exactly... whatever.

and other times i feel like that pink bitch from that movie clueless. the one with the rich daddy and the sweet car but she just doesn't have a clue. thus clueless. thus me with a lot of things... like how i hate to bring it up, but truck-loads of women ask me why i don't have a girlfriend. and i say i don't know, and they tell me that they just don't understand it. and i don't understand what they don't understand. right? like if they're saying all this great stuff about me and how they worship me and love my mind and how i think then why don't they just cut the crap and ask me out...

maybe they're shy. maybe they know that if they asked me out i'd say no because i'm still telling myself that i'm going to call this one girl with hopes something will kick off but deep down i know it's just the friendship that i'd value. it's cause i'm a guy. guy's just want sex. when a guy says that there's things more important than meaningless sex with a pink cheerleader clueless ditz, they're wrong.

so am i wrong? if this was a test, would i fail? maybe the real answer to the truck-loads of girls' misunderstanding is that i'm simply wrong. instinct tells me to be a dickhead sometimes. should i stop surpressing it and just be a dumbass that has meaningless sex with whores? that'll land me love for sure.

thumbs up to the way things work these days.

indie rock whatever-it's-called tribute

i drive a truck. well i'd like to be driving it but it's broken. since i don't know how to fix trucks, i pay someone else to. although, i don't buy trust, i buy risk. i buy what other people tell me to buy. i buy their word.

from what i know, a clutch is something related to the transmission that allows gears on a standard transmission vehicle to shift between themselves at your control. without a clutch, your vehicle goes no where. unless it's stuck in a certain gear but then you're screwed anyways. 'cause when you're trying to go down the highway and you're stuck in first gear you're gonna do more damage than you had in the first place.

anyways, enough of that. the mechanic let me know that my clutch was wrecked and that it would cost about 1300 dollars said and done. i also had a broken windshield and that would be another 350 dollars. okay, so this is getting pricey, although i did buy the truck last january for a decent price so i see it as breaking even.

friday i'm told that the entire transmission is pretty much destroyed and needs to be replaced. well shit i said. how much is that gonna be i'm thinking. an additional, yes additional 2000 dollars. fuck. i sure wasn't planning on that.

so as shitty as it is, there are still a bunch of bands out there that are taking over the pop-queen bitches on the music charts and really killing it. and the truth is, i can't wait to drive and listen to these bands. so whatever, if money was energy, it'd be renewable because it always comes back.

(blogger's recover post feature is a life saver)

i promise - by reggie miller

i promise i will try to do more with this space to make it better. on that note, i promise to make it better. i promise i'll provide posts everyday that don't suck.

so, i promise not to suck. if someone tells me that my blog is gay in a comment, i promise i'll laugh. if someone tells me that my blog is interesting in a comment, i promise i'll smile. i promise i'll promise. i promise not to break a promise.

i promise to tell more truth and i promise to tell more story. i promise to contridict and i promise to consent.

i promise to become more opinionated and thoughtful. and at the same time, i promise to listen and hear. i promise to be new and i promise to recognize the aged. i promise to stay fresh but i promise to be seperated. i promise to think outside the box yet i promise to be sustainable.

i promise to not care so much about comments and hits. and i promise to still pay attention to the critics- whether good or bad. i promise to stay aware and direct. and i promise to read and write. i promise to express.

i promise to involve myself more with other blogs. so, i promise to comment more. and i promise to provide new types of depth and interest... i promise to try. i promise to show you colors and views. and i promise to make you think. think deeper than normal, that's my promise. so yes, i promise to blog and i promise to do it well.

most of all though-

i promise to open your mind.

pain

my throat fucking kills.

edit: this is where a picture of my throat would go if i had a camera. cheers.

busy bee

work has been busy the last couple of days. back and forth from upisland to vancouver back to victoria and vice versa. good times though. i enjoy vancouver, you can really feel the community there. even more so than victoria believe it or not.

a lot of chinese though. statistics canada estimates that by 2017, the majority of vancouver and the lower mainland will be chinese. not a big deal, just something to think about.

let me tell you all right now, metrotown in burnaby is the jackpot for women. business headquarters happens to be in the burnaby towers, which happens to be connected to metrotown. had a pretty good lunch to say the least. grilled panni sandwhich with my choice of two different salads.. i had some crab and california veggie salads all for 6.99. i thought it was pretty decent.

until of course a crack-hoe ruined my appetite. she thought i put hot sauce in her food and tried to spit shit all over me. now lets not forget that i'm not only in a suit but trying to eat this sweet lunch as well.

"first time i eat in threeeeee days and you put HOT SAUCE in my FOOD!? i should spit it all over you!!!"

umm, right. i got up and moved to another table and kind of got a couple looks from people like "yeah, good call... what a crazy." i guess it's not her fault though... crack tends to ruin lives.

caught the seven pm ferry back to my island. lots of lovely women aboard the newly renovated ferry, which i might add is very impressive. the ferry, well the women too. i love bc because the women here are natural. they love what i love and i love them for that.

by the way i sold my camera phone to a friend and that's what i took pictures with, so until i get a new camera phone, or camera please don't mind the lack of image on the blog. althought i will try to add a random picture from time to time. thanks.

cents

dilemma.

a quarter slides into the metal slot of a payphone. she hears the currency hit the pit, forever hidden from society. shit, it was one of those special collector quarters though. i think it was one with an aboriginal design on it. from inuit or something... she was pissed off to say the least. reasoning behind why she wanted to place a call was old news now.

i made sure she knew that i'd buy her a new aboriginal quarter someday. she asked me if i was a special deal. i didn't really understand. a limited time offer she explained.

good question.

grey haze as dark blue

the pulse of life beats deeper as fatigue is slowly defeated before it's peers. atop a cliff side, one shy young boy has set up camp. smoldering ashes flicker to grey haze as a dark blue dusk drops over the valley below. the boy shivers to himself.

According to Einstein, space-time can curve back on itself, theoretically allowing travellers to double back and meet younger versions of themselves.

And now a team of physicists from the US and Austria says this situation can only be the case if there are physical constraints acting to protect the present from changes in the past.

...a very interesting article from bbc news. try a read.

i often wonder if science fiction-like inventions will happen in my life time such as time travel or teleportation. i wonder if humans will find life on another planet or if robots will do our laundry. will we become efficent super beings hand-in-hand with technology. it seems we lean that way these days.

will people be free? you want to talk science fiction, how 'bout freedom. will everyone enjoy freedom in my life time?

the sad part, is i'm pretty sure they won't.

headline: phil mcneary

blogging sensation, phil mcneary, has big things happening these days. after the recent announcement of his novel, gemini eyes, a clothing line has launched on cafepress.com. pgwear features anything from great baseball jerseys to hot thongs for the girls out there. with the slogan, 'where fashion and love go hand-in-hand,' you know the products are coming from a down-to-earth guy. i've got a lot of respect for mcneary's emotion in his writing, prospects, and everything else he does.

-peace

lohan

lindsay lohan and i rode around town in a limo. she got mad at me in the club because i wasn't really giving her all the attention she deserved. p.diddy met up with us and was all up on my girl and i didn't really have that much say about the whole thing. you know, cause has money and that's power these days. but lindsay shut him down and kissed me infront of all her celeberty buddies.

i felt famous.

world day to combat Desertifcation

planet earth

sit down for this one. today is world day to combat desertifcation. eleven years ago the u.n. signed an agreement to combat the world's growing deserts. that's a good thing. the problem really lies in our misunderstanding of what's actually going on.

"Zafar Adeel of the United Nations University International Network on Water, Environment and Health, an expert on water management and a leading author of the report, warned that more needed to be done to combat desertification.

"Desertification has emerged as a global problem affecting everyone," said Adeel. "There are serious gaps in our understanding of how big deserts are, and how they are growing."

over fourty percent of the earth's land mass is currently desert and that number is growing. these areas are home to two billion people or one third of our population. what's happening is that global warming is throwing everything out of control already. droughts and heat waves are increasing everywhere but are concentrated in these arid areas. which brings the term desertification. the deserts are slowly growing because plant life can't sustain itself in unnatural ecosystems.

"Adeel warned that some of the world's poorest populations were likely to be among the worst affected, with large swathes of Central Asia and the areas to the north and south of the Sahara in danger of becoming unsuitable for farming.

"Without strong efforts to reverse desertification, some of the gains we've seen in development in these regions may be reversed," he said."

now the dust from these large sandy masses is becoming an immidiate problem as well. recognized as a serious health concern, sand clouds are expected to move via the atlantic air stream from western africa over to the east coast of north america in the coming years. this dust is the reason that infant mortality rates double in arid nations.

our species needs clean air to live. there's no way around it. our lungs take in oxygen and mix it with carbon dioxide from our blood thus we breath. if our lungs are taking in dust, it's no different then sticking your mouth to the disgusting exaust of your car.

"...the problem causes dangerous changes to the environment on a global scale, the report warned, with dust storms in the Gobi and Sahara deserts blamed for respiratory problems in North America and damage to coral reefs in the Caribbean. Scientists estimate that a billion tons of dust from the Sahara are lifted into the atmosphere each year.

...

The first Millennium Ecosystem Assessment report, released in March, warned that approximately 60 percent of the ecosystem supporting life on Earth was being degraded or used unsustainably and that the consequences of degradation could grow significantly worse in the next half century."

but who cares. lets get laid by a model in a H2 stretch limo that has an on-board oil refinery and smoke stacks out the ass. fuck this world for what it's worth. farming for food? no, we don't need that, we've got mcdonalds. dust in the air? gimme a break, sounds like a conspiracy to me. i bet you didn't even read that either.

planet earth when we've had our turn

fathers day eve

happy fathers day eve. will a day come when fathers day changes its meaning to me. where i'm on the other end of it. doubt it. because all the women in this town are filthy retards that sleep themselves around to get some self-satisfaction and they wake up the next morning thinking well add another one to the list.

and all i ask for is someone normal. you know, someone that can just hold a conversation.

not women that care about where i work or what i drive. who i'm friends with, and what bars i go to. that shit doesn't matter sorry. this girl askes me the other day, 'are you a manly man, you know the type that drive a big truck... i love those kinds of guys.' i straight up told the girl that i am who i am, don't put me in a catagory.

maybe i just need to settle down and take what's available. ditsy cheerleader, alright. drunk moron girl on a beach, sure. flithly trash, whatever.

my friends are awesome by the way. they're good guys. funny, sophesticated, spontainious...