And now, I’m behind on literally everything.
I hate when I don’t get any time to read.
It’s crazy making.
I need it, like I need breath or food.
Fuck.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 107 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Cyber Force 9, Codename Strykeforce 9-10, Ripclaw 0.5
Music: Indestructible Object, They Might Be GiantsFun weekend. Maple farm, sugar shack, Mexican food.
Diarrhea.
Shit.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 165 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Cyber Force v2 7-8, Codename Strykeforce 7-8
Music: Indestructible, Rancid (fact: there has never been a bad Tim Armstrong song)I mean, I guess it’s worthwhile to go. I always make a point of it, but when literally no one you know or have heard of can defend or wants Doug Ford (and you know there must be people out there), you have to wonder how legit these wins are.
Low voter turnout, the surprise, unnecessary election to ensure he can “deal” with Trump.
I mean, bullshit. This guy is a bird of a feather with those assholes.
He’ll sell us out in a heartbeat if it means more slush money for him and his developer cronies.
Man, am I ever tired of corruption and stupidity. Am I ever tired of lies and flagrant disregard for the responsibility of being of service.
Because that’s what you’re supposed to be – a servant.
You’re in government because you want to help. You want to be of service.
You want to make the world a better place.
But these fucking Cons, man. They are a con.
All they give a shit about is lining their own pockets at our expense, and/or getting as much power as they possibly can.
What pieces of fucking shit.
Here’s to revolution, sooner rather than later.
Fuck ’em.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 3185 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Codename Strykeforce 2-3, Cyber Force 4-5
Music: In Your Honor, Foo FightersI tried to get my blood pressure stuff updated, but man, those online doctors are useless.
They’re nice enough, but they can do nothing for you.
So, I spent the day getting my van maintenanced instead. I tried the “walk-in” heart health clinic, but that appears to be a wash as well.
Fuck me.
I do not want to sit at the clinic for twelve hours.
Fucking Doug Ford.
Fucking Conservatives.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 148 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force v2 2-3, Codename Strykeforce 1, Cyber Force & WildC.A.T.S. - Killer Instinct 3
Music: In Violet Light, The Tragically HipI’m taking the day.
It’s all been a bit much lately; it seems like everyone and everything is at odds.
Plus, I need an oil change, tire rotation and blood pressure medication renewal, so that means clinics and garages and money I don’t have.
Fuck.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 152 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force 0, Cyber Force/WildC.A.T.S. - Killer Instinct 1-2, Cyber Force v2 1
Music: In Utero, NirvanaI should show myself the bigger man, but I didn’t see the other guy.
He could be a right fat-ass.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 155 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force 1-4
Music: In Time - The Donnie Darko Edition, R.E.M. (I don't know where this came from and I can find no reference online... fan made?)The streets have big puddles. You came down the left/centre, on the far side from where my little rat terrier was pooping.
Suddenly, you veered right and soaked my beautiful baby pup, on a day where the temperature is below zero.
I don’t know if you heard or saw me as I flipped you off and called you a motherfucker, but don’t worry.
I’ve seen your car in the neighbourhood plenty of times, and I walk my dog every day.
We will find where you’re parked and when we do…
All I’m saying is sometimes those poop bags are pretty flimsy. Things happen.
Shrug.
Motherfucker.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1101 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: The Last Shadowhawk 1
Music: In Through The Out Door, Led ZeppelinOff to Wolfhead for the great chili cookoff.
We’ve got to bring at least one dog with us (not ours), because leaving her at home is asking for destruction and a possible heart attack brought on by separation anxiety.
She’s a cute girl, but man, needy.
Of course, she’s curled up on my lap, happy as a clam, right now, and it’s very sweet, so no complaints.
Also, why are clams so happy?
Beyond the obvious double entendres regarding cunnilingus, which certainly makes me happy.
But a clam itself?
What’s up with that?
Target: 1100 words
Written: 128 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: You Are Here, Chris Hadfield
Comics: Shadowhawk v6 2-5
Music: In The Valleys Of Our Hearts, The Long Lots (locals, check 'em out, they're terrific, especially live)Looks good on you, you Trump lovin’ motherfucker.
Bill Guerin can suck it.
Wayne Gretzky… what the fuck, man? A whole country looks up to you and you ditched us for a fucking American fascist?
Fuck you.
Also, we are the champions. Eat a dick, Tkachukers.
Also… this is very rude.
Sorry.
How fucking Canadian of me.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 61 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
Comics: Shadowhawk: One Shot 1, Shadowhawk v5 14-15, Shadowhawk v6 1
Music: In The Jungle Groove, James Brown (misogynistic, for sure, but damn, it still makes you want to move)