Well, hello.

I have been trying to get back to this bloody blog for a week now, but always find myself distracted.

Much of my time is being pulled from me by this or that. Some things good, some bad, but regardless, such is life.

There are only a few updates there but they are very worthy of mention.

The music is an old friend and bandmate from over a decade ago. She has progressed well beyond what we were doing back in the day and has produced some great music- a sort of downtempo electro-pop music... She has a CD release party this weekend at the Acadia. Go check her out - $5, come on!

The place is The Chatterbox pub where we ended up on Thursday. It is a strange place which seems like a place we may have dreamed up a few years ago as a place we might create - a bar with interesting food and old crappy video games you can play whilst hanging out on cheap couches - but seemed to be lacking a lot somehow. The wait staff all seemed to have visited our table to check on us and take our orders. And though they were all genuinely employed there, it gave us an idea for a funny scheme in which we could pose as staff, take an order at some strangers' table, then go sit down and laugh as their food never arrives. Mean? - yes. Comical? - yes. Bad karma? - definitely. Will we go back? - probably, but not my first choice, despite some very tasty home-made ginger ale.

The website is something I found whilst researching how to build a dry stone wall. It is some collection of Canadian instructional brochures that are pretty awesome... and you don't even have to be Canadian to benefit from them. Luckily, they are written in English and not Canadian.

And the book is related. It is one that I bought used a couple of years ago that teaches you everything from how to set your house on a piece of land, to how to can food, build a split rail fence, and I think even has crappy old folk tunes in there somewhere. Good stuff. Definitely useful come Armageddon.



For next Thursday, Jim had a good idea. Friggin' bowling! And diphtheria risk aside, I think that whipping heavy objests at skinny white metaphors of our individual frustrations seems like a good old time. So again, if anyone else is interested, let me know and come with us. More details later.