Beautiful Day

I really need a life.

Going to write my novel and tv show instead.

Escape.

Like the cat.

Sticker Storm

I know. This is getting old. But this is me.

By the way, my profile on www.togoparts.com.

I'm lovin' it.

Lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it.

Hot damn.

I can't get enough of my ride.

This is what it must be like to fall in love (again).

Is this the part where I go 'buahaha'?

Buahaha.

Ok, lets try that again.

Buaha. Buahaha. BUAHAHAHAA.

Ok, once more with a little feeling:




That should do it.


In other news:
Anyway the flurry of upgrades (I bought a saddlebag to hold my spare tube; and a banana or two - its ginormous) is because I am riding to work again.

It takes 16 minutes to get to work, and about 8 to come back (I can nearly freewheel home). Meanwhile I can have a blast and save the Earth at the same time <--- ok ok, I lie. I don't really care about the Earth.

Ok ok. Maybe just a little.

How long wld it take on my new wheels?

Bladed wheels carve on rails

I love rhyme.

But that doesn't mean I'm a poet.

That said, I think beauty is a state of grace.

I don't know what that has to do with anything.

Incidentally, Debbie Gibson did a song called 'No More Rhyme'. Please don't let it happen to me.

I'm having a 4 day weekend.
(I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it.)

I did after all work 15 days straight and closed 2 magazines in that time.


Hey, do you remember when you were a kid, and you had a bicycle, you would put a piece of cardboard between the brakes and the tyres so that when you moved, they rubbed against each other and made you sound like a motorcycle?

Well, by 'you' I meant 'me'.

Just a year ago I bought a set of Xero Element XSM-1 . Loved them for their good looks, but the ride was harsh.



I sold them barely six months later because I was getting started in a new job and I needed the cash.



CUT TO: last night.





And today:






My new Mavic Crossrides.



Black, 24-spoked (same as the xeros), but the lacing is different -- and I was speculating when I thought about it - but proved correct - the ride is much more comfy with a less 'radial' pattern. I am awesome that way.

But colour me vain - the real attraction is really the bladed spokes.




I love them! And I feel faster! Am I really?

Who cares?

Those blades will cut that cardboard to *shreds*

And on the way home from the shop, I was plagued by a slow leak. I had to plan my route around petrol kiosks. Make that 5 stops.

I think the new wheels are testing me.

Bring it!

TIMBERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

I just killed 20 to 100 trees today.

I don't know. How many trees does it take to make a book?

Proud of myself.

Live Earth.

Are you answering the call?

I'm still not yet dead.

But I'm so depressed.

I think its what happens when you sell your life to a job. Even if you love that job.
And I do. I've never had a job I loved more. Except when I worked in XX/XXXX.






That's my keyboard at work. All the USB slots are taken up. And I tucked Calvin to bed (under the blanket, or ok, towel) before I left last night. And, yes, I'm tickling his little laser underbelly there. Mabel used to like it when I did it. I think him and my hamster Mabel would be great friends.

Yes. My hamster's name was Mabel. Mabel Vincent Wong. That's her full name.







She is in hamster heaven by the way. Enjoying nuts, nuts, and more nuts.

I'll see her soon. Hurry hurry.

I'm so tired. And fuck, I'm so lonely. I really need a dog.

. . . _ _ _ . . .

Watching Live Earth is like watching Sesame Street all day long.

I freaking loved it.

Didn't help that I was stuck in front of my laptop for 15 hours, well, working, not wanking. (Ok, you have minus off lunch and dinner breaks, to be decent).

The entire weekend has been so surreal. Was I drunk? Did I smoke something? What really happened there?

And oh, Horatio from CSI Miami sounds like Agent Smith from The Matrix. "Helloo... Mister Anderson... How can you speak if you have no mouth?"



Imagine that.

Tell Me Lies, Tell Sweet Little Lies

Chicane - Autumn Tactics Lyrics


Deep river runs its course
To a warm horizon
Shadows of falling leaves
October moon and rusty skies
Ever changing feelings
The seeds of autumn in my mind

The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like it's just begun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun

Hiding summer's age no more
No more leaves in summer sky
Turning dark on empty car lots
When summer was my only friend

So you're back this way again
Winter's one breath away
So you're back this way again
Winter's one breath away
It's turning cold...

Like the hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like its just begun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like it's just begun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like its just begun.





I am married to my job.

I no longer, even have the energy to fight with my family.

What is happening?

Am I maturing, or getting old?

What do i try to say through my pictures?

It's all there if you care to know and are brilliant enough to figure out.


Sadly, there is only one of me around.

The Editor is *In*

Lately, I don't do smilies anymore. Such as this :)

Instead, I go :]

Tired smile.

Every word I say is a bladed weapon.

Al Green - Let's Stay Together Lyrics

I, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me
'Cause you make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you

Since, since we've been together
Loving you forever
Is what I need
Let me be the one you come running to
I'll never be untrue

Let's, let's stay together
Lovin' you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad





Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad




Why, why some people break up
Then turn around and make up
I just can't see
You'd never do that to me (would you, baby)
Staying around you is all I see
(Here's what I want us to do)






[Repeat to fade:]
Let's, we oughta stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad

When Mice Attack

Isn't he cute?




No, I'm not talking about my melonhead nephew. He's so cute, he'll be pink for years.

I mean my new mini-mouse. He runs on an invisible 'laser' (at this point my fingers are making AIR QUOTES in the uh, air), and features a low-battery light and a sideways scrolling 5-way scroll wheel. And of course, he is stealthy and small, and black.

The guy who sold it to me quoted me 55 bucks. But I only paid 26.

It's because this is a particularly snotty shop, they don't serve very many locals, and I was holding the cheaper mouse when I asked for quotes. He didn't bother checking my package to see that I had indeed chosen the cheaper option.

Booya, Mr Snotty Pants.


In other news, I've gone from this cushy setup -





To this less cushy one -




All in less than a month.

I prefer where I am now.


Uh oh. Mouse attacking.



I dub thee, Calvin.

"I flee who chases me, and chase who flees me." - Ovid

Ovid, ya rhymester. Lets meet for a drink some time and get ourselves into a coma.

We'll see who chases who then.

Paint By Numbers

2007, what a screwy year.

I've had 6 job offers. I don't want 7. I'm not a job hopper. They just all sucked, or I was in the wrong place at that time. Or the management sucked. Or my skills were wrong.

I move on fast.

I don't like to linger on things that aren't right for me. *dark*


And that magazine i bought yesterday... notice how... the colours of the blue bike and the blue fork... is that guy painting the Moose-stang?

How many bikes are blue with blue forks?

Does that mean I go on tour this year?

And who on earth notices things like these, but me?









I won't wear a red helmet though.

3000 words

Because good things come in trees.





We planted a leaf, and flowers came out. I dub thee, Benjamin.



See the similarity in the magazine cover and the pics I took of Benji?

And if you look closely, there's 2 more baby buds under the blooming flower.

Life is like .... Like an overextended metaphor.

My 2007 prophecy is coming through.


I know, I know. I am the king of puns.

And Bob's your Uncle

Freakney Spears!

I'm an uncle!

No, i don't mean that literally as in how old I am. Yes, I'm old enough.

Thanks a bunch.


But look at him!




He looks exhausted. Being born into my family will do that to you. Or maybe it was all that yelling he was doing earlier.

The Boy sure does love to yell.






Happy Father's Day, somebody.

My dad is a happy camper. My mom is beyond words. So sweet.

My grandma now has her first great grand child.

And I now have a tiny tiny slave to do my bidding.

I have belly button lint that needs to be taken care of.



What's it like to be born into this world with the word 'great' affixed?


The Boy hasn't been named yet. I mouthed 'melonhead' to my brother, but I don't think he understood. Will try again tomorrow.

Another name I thought would be nice for him is Denephew.

We can call his sister Denise.


postscript: I got the job. yay!

The Future Song

I love this song.

It's saying everything right, about where I am, here and now.



The Future Song Lyrics
Artist(Band):Lenny Kravitz
Singer: Vanessa Paradis
Written by: Lenny Kravitz

Life brings on unexpected changes
But we must carry on despite it
Are we gonna try
Are we gonna make it
Why is love so very hard
Why is peace so very far
I can't make it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

We can't control all our situations
And we can't console underpriviledged
Nations
So why don't we try
To make more smiling faces
We're so full of disregards
We feel pain within our hearts
I can't take it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

So I'm calling out
Out to all the races
We can't gain control
Without communication
And we need to learn for future generations
There is a future in our stars
There is beauty that is ours
We're gonna make it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

Escapading

Janet Jackson › Escapade (4:42)

As I was walkin' by
Saw you standin there
With a smile
Lookin' shy
You caught my eye
Thought you'd want to hang
For a while
Well I'd like to be with you
And you know its friday too
I hope you can find the time
This weekend to relax and unwind

My mind's tired
Ive worked so hard all week
Cashed my check
I'm ready to go
I promise you
I'll show you such a good time

Come on baby let's get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

Es-ca-pade
We'll have a good time
Es-ca-pade
Leave your worries behind
Es-ca-pade
You can be mine
Es-ca-pade
An escapade

So don't hold back
Just have a good time
We'll make the rules up
As we go along
And break them all
If we're not havin fun
Come on baby lets get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me weve got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

My minds tired I've worked
Worked so hard all week
I just got paid, weve got it made
Ready to go
I promise you I'll show you
Such a good time
Come on baby lets get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

Deal or no deal?

I've been given an offer I can't refuse.

Someone wants me to be an editor at a magazine. The pay is good, the hours decent, and I'll be able to direct TV in a while (just like I used to). And yes, I can play a doctor on TV.

There's more. I cannot say no.

I will be gunning for this job. Footage on Friday.

Which is why I am invoking John Milton's Dante in 'Paradise Lost'.

"With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,--
all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn,
her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet."

Money, money, moneeey.

Give it to meeee.

When I massacre the language, its art.

'A DESPERATE CRY FOR HELP'
A pome
by Vince Wong.

You can...

Save the whales.
Save the dolphins.
Save the trees.
Save the planet.

and don't forget
while you're at it,
to save the turtles.

( "Save all this
and at last
you will be saving
your own ass." )*

You can -

Save time.
Save water
Save money.
Save electricity
Save your breath.

Save a piece of pecan pie for me.

Yeppity. You can!

Save the yaks.
Save the squids.
Save the llamas.
(its good karma)
and if you have time left
You can save all the chickens.
(we need the eggs)

But, wait, that's not all!
There's more!
You can Save The Day!

You can save a goal -
and if you can take it, save _it_!
(that's right, tell off the cursed goalie
tell him to shave off that blessed goatie
You could camp overnight in it!
You could lose a chihuahua in it!)

You can save Cinderella
from her evil stepmother
But first make sure that she
can get along with
your own very critical mother!
"Glass slippers are so very lian."
She must now come back home before ten.

You can save Olive,
from 'Et tu, Brutus!?'
If Popeye should make the mistake
of eating cabbage instead of spinach
and then, while rushing to her aid, fall
thus inspiring the warning:
"No Running With Scissors Salad!"

I grant you the power, yes!
you can save Lois Lane
from Superman's only likely manly shame
perhaps Clark Kent had ever once lost his nerve
And decided that he could never really confess
his undying love for her, or worse!
if he had the hots instead for that handsome young hunk in 'The Crying Game' !

Phew! Save all that first and all at last
You will be saving your very own skinny ass.

And if you do,
Be my hero.

Save me.

You can.