Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Obligatory Gang Signs Reference Site
Summer of 2002
I went to heritage park the other day with Elizabeth, it was quite a bit of fun, except Elizabeth wouldn't allow me to make gang signs while I was posing for pictures. Go figure!
I like people who suggest things like; "let's go to the backseat of the train, crouch down, so noone can see us and make out" and who also sing the safety dance into their thumbs while driving.
I took pictures of old people wearing fanny packs [there's very few people who can get away with wearing fanny packs, I think the only people who can are the recently retired who want to look like they're embracing life and are always on the go. Nothing says 'on the go' like a goddamned fanny pack. Sci Fi and Fantasy convention goers attempt to adopt this 'on the go' look by sporting fanny packs, but really who are they fooling? If 'on the go' consists of writing slash fiction where Wesley Crusher gets probed by the borg while he performs fellatio on Captain Kirk, then sure they've got the look downpat, otherwise, I'm afraid not] who were holding hands. They were loving life and reminded me of my parents. Of course I'll never be able to follow my parents around on vacation without them noticing unless I turn into Michael Landon's character from Highway to Heaven. Ever see that episode where Jonathan (Michael Landon) has to help his wife because she's all lonely and shit, and he convinces his daughter to go visit her, by pretending to be some freeloading Don Johnson wanna be who is trying to juice her mother? It'd be cool to visit people you know without them knowing it was you. Point being I'm not going to be able to follow my parents around on vacation, so it's easier to follow around two complete strangers who remind me of my parents. I'll show you the pictures when they're developped.
I put some records on consignment at Sloth and Megatunes. Felt a little stupid because I'm really not good at being a business man. My mouth starts running before my mind is in check (loose lips sink ships). I think it's because some of the people at Sloth intimidate me. I'm always afraid I'll say the wrong thing or be buying the wrong record or some stupid shit. God it's lame. Wait I mean I'm lame.
Made some really good salad dressing the other day. Reminded me of the vegan dinner party I threw last summer. It's kind of hard to have those in Banff unless you're offering free cocaine as well. It's difficult living in Banff (still). It's hard going this long without seeing friends. Having Steve and Janet come visit me was amazing. I went to Bylbos with Elizabeth for terrific lentil soup. Hot damn!
I think I would like to move to Calgary.
Post ScriptElizabeth and I broke up at the end of that summer. She owns a condo in Edmonton and in my mind will always have a better life than I do. I'm sure that's not too hard considering I am locked out of work and live in a room that looks like it was decorated by a 12 yr old boy.
I taught my boss's wife how to make gang signs at a staff barbecue. 'Blood' with both hands
My parents still love life, their pants get higher, and my dad's collection of mesh hats grows bigger. They do, however, worry a lot less.
I still have records on consignment at Sloth Records in Calgary. I have a feeling I will never get them back either in monetary or physical form. One time I bought a Jeremin 7" there and Jeff, the guy who worked there that intimidated me most, told me that the band was Mormon and he would understand if I didn't want to buy the record. I did, in fact, purchase the record. I think he and his girlfriend have twins. Steve, of Steve and Janet fame, would also have twins, just not with Janet. Steve lives in Saskatchewan now, I think.
I can't remember ever throwing a 'vegan dinner party'. I can't believe I would use that phrase. It makes me want to eat glass. Veganism? Great. Phrases like 'vegan dinner party'? Glass eating is preferable.
Summer of 2002
I went to heritage park the other day with Elizabeth, it was quite a bit of fun, except Elizabeth wouldn't allow me to make gang signs while I was posing for pictures. Go figure!
I like people who suggest things like; "let's go to the backseat of the train, crouch down, so noone can see us and make out" and who also sing the safety dance into their thumbs while driving.
I took pictures of old people wearing fanny packs [there's very few people who can get away with wearing fanny packs, I think the only people who can are the recently retired who want to look like they're embracing life and are always on the go. Nothing says 'on the go' like a goddamned fanny pack. Sci Fi and Fantasy convention goers attempt to adopt this 'on the go' look by sporting fanny packs, but really who are they fooling? If 'on the go' consists of writing slash fiction where Wesley Crusher gets probed by the borg while he performs fellatio on Captain Kirk, then sure they've got the look downpat, otherwise, I'm afraid not] who were holding hands. They were loving life and reminded me of my parents. Of course I'll never be able to follow my parents around on vacation without them noticing unless I turn into Michael Landon's character from Highway to Heaven. Ever see that episode where Jonathan (Michael Landon) has to help his wife because she's all lonely and shit, and he convinces his daughter to go visit her, by pretending to be some freeloading Don Johnson wanna be who is trying to juice her mother? It'd be cool to visit people you know without them knowing it was you. Point being I'm not going to be able to follow my parents around on vacation, so it's easier to follow around two complete strangers who remind me of my parents. I'll show you the pictures when they're developped.
I put some records on consignment at Sloth and Megatunes. Felt a little stupid because I'm really not good at being a business man. My mouth starts running before my mind is in check (loose lips sink ships). I think it's because some of the people at Sloth intimidate me. I'm always afraid I'll say the wrong thing or be buying the wrong record or some stupid shit. God it's lame. Wait I mean I'm lame.
Made some really good salad dressing the other day. Reminded me of the vegan dinner party I threw last summer. It's kind of hard to have those in Banff unless you're offering free cocaine as well. It's difficult living in Banff (still). It's hard going this long without seeing friends. Having Steve and Janet come visit me was amazing. I went to Bylbos with Elizabeth for terrific lentil soup. Hot damn!
I think I would like to move to Calgary.
Post ScriptElizabeth and I broke up at the end of that summer. She owns a condo in Edmonton and in my mind will always have a better life than I do. I'm sure that's not too hard considering I am locked out of work and live in a room that looks like it was decorated by a 12 yr old boy.
I taught my boss's wife how to make gang signs at a staff barbecue. 'Blood' with both hands
My parents still love life, their pants get higher, and my dad's collection of mesh hats grows bigger. They do, however, worry a lot less.
I still have records on consignment at Sloth Records in Calgary. I have a feeling I will never get them back either in monetary or physical form. One time I bought a Jeremin 7" there and Jeff, the guy who worked there that intimidated me most, told me that the band was Mormon and he would understand if I didn't want to buy the record. I did, in fact, purchase the record. I think he and his girlfriend have twins. Steve, of Steve and Janet fame, would also have twins, just not with Janet. Steve lives in Saskatchewan now, I think.
I can't remember ever throwing a 'vegan dinner party'. I can't believe I would use that phrase. It makes me want to eat glass. Veganism? Great. Phrases like 'vegan dinner party'? Glass eating is preferable.
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