parking lot preview

I have a whole rant about a Karen in a parking lot today, but it has been one motherfuck of a day and if I type it out now, I’ll regret what I say, and probably call her a bunch of misogynistic names I don’t really mean.

Or maybe do, but I’d like to be better than that.

So, /rant off till tomorrow. Tomorrow, it’s rant.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1386 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (it's over!  Finally over!  Minus the overt racism, it was pretty good, but damn.  I can't remember the last time it took me more than two weeks to finish a book, any book, well, except the Bible.  That took a while, and it turned me anti-religious forever.  As I've often said, if you're not out by Leviticus, there's something wrong with you.)
Comics: Hawk And Dove v2 13-16
Music: Echoes, The Rapture (what I wouldn't give for a Rapture today)

well, it’s not a majority

But maybe that’s for the best; it’ll keep the Liberals honest.

It does restore my faith in Canadians a little bit; we won’t have a wannabe fascist as Prime Minister.

Now, if we can just accelerate the collapse of the Trump regime, and do what we should have been doing since before Mulroney sold us out and making friends and deals with the rest of the world, to reduce our reliance on these nutjobs to the south…

Anyway, take the wins where you can get them. It’s not a crushing victory for progressive politics, but it’s not a regression.

Any improvement is good improvement.

Protopia, not utopia, remember that.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 880 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
Comics: Hawk And Dove v2 9-12
Music: Echo & The Bunnymen Essentials, Echo & The Bunnymen

praying

I don’t believe in God, and the fact that Trump got back in and there’s still a significant portion of the population that supports him has me questioning humanity, but it’s election day, and I can only ask the universe to do something just for once, instead of just repeatedly indicating we’re actually in hell, but it’s not fire and brimstone, it’s just a slow descent into hopelessness, where every avenue gets blocked, every bit of optimism or glimmer of encouragement is choked off, until we all just say, fuck it, it’s too much, and write monstrous run-on sentences on our blogs before giving up completely and laying down to await the crush of our bodies beneath the tanks of bigotry, hatred and greed.

As you can tell, I’m having a good day, fighting my brain and trying to hold on to some slender sliver of hope, even as I jump to conclusions about the inevitable.

Sorry. I’m a real bummer, and I’m tired of the fight.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 739 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (the bleakness of this, admittedly very well written book is not helping)
Comics: Hawk And Dove v2 5-8 (even here, the spectre of right versus left, liberal vs con, looms large)
Music: Echo & The Bunnymen, Echo & The Bunnymen

not panicking yet

Lose game four in overtime, but there’s still three more chances to close this thing out.

Of course, it’s Toronto, known for losing in spectacular collapse, and the league is perpetually against us, as the referees made quite evident last night (though I’m not sure that was the entire reason for the loss, it certainly started us off on the wrong foot, with a painfully bad call against Domi for roughing).

But hey.

You never know.

This could be it. Learning lessons, new coach, who knows?

You never know.

This could be the year.

Yeah, right.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1870 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (the never ending stoooorrrreeeee, lalala lalala lalala)
Comics: Hawk And Dove v2 1-4
Music: Eat To The Beat, Blondie (I think I might actually still be in love with Debbie Harry, like, you know, in a lusty kind of way)

gossip girl

What a weird show. My daughter and wife are working their way through it, and man, it’s just terrible.

It’s Days Of Our Lives with a higher budget, that’s all. I can only imagine the body image issues those poor actresses all had to deal with to be on the show.

None of them seem all that well-adjusted in real life.

Michelle Trachtenberg’s dead. Taylor Momsen seems a proper mess, and the less said about Blake Lively at this point, the better, am I right?

I don’t know what happened between her and that dude from that movie, but it seems pretty clear that it’s a hell of lot more nuanced than her side would have had you believe, slotting itself into a generic #MeToo dynamic and assuming lawyers and publicists would grant her an easy win.

To me, as a woman, I’d be just as pissed at someone exploiting the #MeToo movement for their own personal gain. When it’s high profile like that and it turns out that the person is at best exaggerating, it hurts the credibility of every other victim out there. Look at the whole Jian Ghomeshi thing. If they’d done it properly, instead of trying to litigate through the media, dude would actually have been found guilty.

Anyway, rant over.

Sorry I’m probably wrong.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1068 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
Comics: Hawk And Dove 2-5
Music: Easter, Patti Smith Group (certain people I feel in my soul; Lou Reed and Patti Smith are pretty close to the top of that list)

almost caught up

Man, I have been busting my ass to get caught up to where I need to be to ensure all the things I need and want to do in life get done, after a vacation that was pretty hectic, and didn’t leave a lot of time for anything, let alone extras.

I don’t regret it, but the work it takes to get caught up; I’m starting to think for whatever I can, I might need to intensify the workout, so to speak, before the vacation, instead of playing catch-up afterward. Some stuff will be unavoidable, but if the major stuff is complete, the stuff that can be done ahead of time?

Well, maybe then it’s not all bad, yeah?

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1395 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (I'm pretty sure this book should have been called The Never-Ending Story, not that other one)
Comics: The Hawk And The Dove 4-6, Hawk And Dove 1
Music: East Side Story, Squeeze

three-oh

All I have to say is thank goodness for Anthony Stolarz, because while they’ve looked good at times, particularly in that first game, they have not been the better team.

It doesn’t bode well for the second round, when they won’t be facing a perennial playoff choker in Linus Ullmark. Whether it’s Florida or Tampa, it doesn’t matter. Both their goalies can take the pressure. Ullmark clearly can’t.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1152 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (I literally read for twenty minutes and the page remained on page 318, the entire time.  At least twenty pages were read.  The fuck.)
Comics: Showcase 75, The Hawk And The Dove 1-3
Music: Earthling, Eddie Vedder

stephen harper

Man, he looks creepy in his ads for Pierre Poilievre.

Also, sounds like he’s endorsing the Fuhrer, in addition to looking like a guy that I would never leave near my children, because he might try to eat them to absorb their youth.

Plus, what’s this shit about Poilievre and a plan?

Dude has no plan, just a bunch of slogans he repeats, over and over again. Literally, his entire plan is “I’m against it.”

That’s not a plan; that’s the working paradigm of an internet troll.

So, you know, it fits.

Don’t vote Poilievre. Man’s garbage.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1258 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe (what is with this book? I can read for an hour straight, and I've moved 3-5%?  Insanity.)
Comics: Big Game 2-5
Music: Earthling, David Bowie

game 2

DOMI! OT! MY GOD!

THEY DIDN’T DESERVE THE WIN!

GREAT START, GREAT FINISH!

TERRIBLE MIDDLE!

Let’s not do that again, boys.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1235 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
Comics: Kick-Ass vs. Hit-Girl 3-5, Big Game 1
Music: The Early Year - Underpaid & Out Of Tune, Dropkick Murphys (fuckin' Dropkick, man, love 'em.)

easter monday

Jesus is hungover. Or rather, he’s been on a bender all night watching pornography and eating Cheetos, and now, he’s wondering if he can turn those powers of water into wine into returning his foreskin to its original colour.

But, hey, it’s a day off, right?

(For the record, I’m not Jesus, and Cheetos are terrible lube.)

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1177 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
Comics: Hit-Girl v3 11-12, Kick-Ass vs. Hit-Girl 1-2
Music: Early Trax, Ministry