Portrait Of A Munchie Attack

The Trews: Canadian


“Not Ready To Go”; ‘House of Ill Fame‘ (2003)

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Me at the fountain; Feb. 12, 2008 — Photo by Me

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This is a self-portrait of me in the local Burg3r King… it’s the first time I’ve eaten in a Fast-Fast Food place around here in over a year.

It’s not something I avoid as a philosophy of being Anti-Something… I’m actually pretty Pro-Those Things. Mostly I try to avoid 3F Places because of taste and health issues, although I did go to an A&W in Ottawa a few times last year. But that’s different… A&W has the tastiest burgers Ever.

There’s also the eight Locally-Owned Restaurants in my Little Village of 1800 people, and the thirty more local restaurants and Chip Stands ten miles down the road.

There’s definitely no shortage of places to eat here… unfortunately most of the LOR’s are, basically, identical in terms of food offered and poor service. And not a decent milkshake in the bunch.

But they are family owned, of which I’m definitely a big Pro, and use ingredients you can recognize at a glance. Not all of them are particularly tasty, but at least you know what they are. So, really, there’s no point to be eating at the 3F’s except in cases of extreme munchies.

Cost, however, is a problem with the LOR’s. A family of four at Burg3r King can eat for less than $25… a single all-dressed hamburger with bacon, fries, two drinks with a decent tip at the place across the street — which makes fantastic Greek food — will cost aboot $14.

Anyway… I was in the Burg3r King because of an extreme munchie emergency. I have a friend staying over for a few days and he smokes. I haven’t smoked in over a year so I’ve been having constant nic fits just from walking past his jacket… and apparently nic fits translate pretty well into 3F munchie attacks.

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CSN:AFU Week 50 In Review

Trooper: Canadian

“Raise A Little Hell”; ‘Thick As Thieves’ (1978)


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CSN:AFU Week Fifty

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31,557,600 Seconds And Still Counting…

Thirty-eight years later and I’m still moving aimlessly around wearing nothing but a diaper and a beer stain… once you find a routine which works for you it’s important, no matter who’s crying at you to “grow up” or “please, use a toilet”, to stick with it no matter what.

So I’m just going to take this opportunity to thank my mom for loaning me her womb for nine months… and a special big time Thanks to Grand Theft Auto and the people at RockStar Productions for raising me. Happy birthday to us all… but especially me.

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The Lists From Week Fifty:

Five Strangest Search Terms Used To Find CSN:AFU

5) itchy beard red dots
4) things you need know about beavers
3) dodge ball in kansas curriculum
2) fuck snow removal
1) Rocket Richard, knitting

Honourable Mentions: peoples reaction towards safe sex canada; star wars ruined the film industry

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Top Five CSN:AFU Posts For Week 50:

1) Canada: Offering A Safe-Sex Environment Where Humanity Can Fuck Itself Back Together Again
2) Greatest Hits: Canadian Inventions — ‘Basketball
3) Canadian Movies You Need To See That Don’t Suck — FUBAR
4) Greatest Hits: Canadian Inventions — ‘The Pacemaker
5) The First Ten Things You Need To Know Aboot Canada

Honourable Mention: CSN:AFU Weeks 30 To 49 In Review

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The Five Blogs I Visited Most This Week

1) Natalia Antonova
2) Kamangir
3) My Journey With AIDS
4) Life In The Up And Down
5) Nita: A Wide Angle View Of India

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The Past Week In General:

I really should start keeping track of the things I do… or maybe a list of things I probably should have done would be a better way to go, it’d definitely be more dynamic and there’d be way more words like “activity” and “outside” and “movement” and interaction”.

There was that time when I walked to the store and the new counter-person was wearing a really tight sweater… that was pretty cool.

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Photo Of My Week:



Mom and Kipling cleaning up after my pre-birthday dinner; Saturday, February 02, 2008; Photo by Me.

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This Weeks New Post:

Happy Birthday To Me Happy Birthday To Me 13,879 And A Half Days Old But I Don’t Look A Minute Over 10,953
I’ve always had a weird relationship with my birthday. The things we are used to doing when we’re older are taught to us when we’re younger… “Give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man” and all that. I had my first real birthday party when I was eight.

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Coming In Week Fifty-One:

Photos of a bloodletting…

Blood… sweet, sweet blood… I had some blood work done last week to monitor some medications I’m taking and took photos of the process. I’m weird like that…
I’ve also been taking photos of my dentist appointments as well. They’re freaking awesome.

 

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Happy Birthday To Me Happy Birthday To Me 13,879 And A Half Days Old But I Don’t Look A Minute Over 10,953

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Oscar Peterson Trio: Canadian

“You Look Good To Me”;
‘Norman Granz Jazz In Montreux Presents Oscar Peterson Trio 1977″ (DVD)


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At some point today I will have been outside my mothers womb for exactly thirty-eight years.

I’ve always had a weird relationship with my birthday. The things we are used to doing when we’re older are taught to us when we’re younger… “Give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man” and all that. I had my first real birthday party when I was eight.

I dated a woman who had her first birthday party when she was eighteen, her family had left — “escaped” in her words — the Jehovah’s Witnesses a few years previous to our connecting. She had the same basic hangups. It was interesting meeting her and first discussing our backgrounds… I grew up in a Marxist Collective, she grew up in the Witness Program and both had the same objections to Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Birthdays and generally Being Happy.

It seems to me Everyone has some issues with their birthday, even beyond the getting older parts. From what I can remember from Elementary School birthdays become very political affairs once we start noticing someone having a post-birthday glow in homeroom — no one’s quite as popular in Homeroom as the days around their birthday party… then there’s the pre-party group “I hope she invites me” toadying and the post-party selected “she invited me and not you” gloat.

I can just barely remember the first birthday party my mom put on for me after we escaped the Collective. Four or five kids I barely knew showed up to my ninth birthday with parent-wrapped board games which, until that moment, I had never played before… I don’t think I had even touched a board game until then. Probably my favourite birthday party was my thirtieth, I wrote a post about it on my Original Blog. It was pretty messed up.

Then there was, I think it was my eighteenth birthday, when my brother got the band to play Kashmir for me… that was pretty sweet.

Something I’ve Never, Ever, been good at has been remembering the dates of Other people’s birthday. They just never register. Even my own family… I wasn’t Sure about my younger (full) brother’s birth date until I was in my late teens. I’m still not sure about the dates for my three younger (two halves and a step) sisters or my step-brother. My Jehovah Girlfriend and I dated for three years and I was always confusing her birth date with someone I had dated in high school. That was never, ever, good. Especially since her experiences had the opposite effect of making her hyper-aware of anniversaries and birth dates.

Last year I invited a bunch of people over for wine, beer, cheese and nachos and during one of the conversations Birthdays came up and I remembered it was my birthday… that day.

I’m taking my birthday off this year. It’s just me, some not-Too-bad Chinese Food and the SuperBowl. We were supposed to go to Ottawa for Real Chinese Food and a Movie last night but, while I was busy being ninety minutes late meeting my parents for the ride to The City, my grandparents showed up at mom’s place and wouldn’t leave. I think they’re starting to get fed up with their Assisted Living Home.

After dinner we sat down to watch the first period of the Maple Leafs / Senators game and my grandfather started the same conversation about hockey he has been starting sporadically over the past eighteen months. Somehow I’m responsible for Every Thing wrong about the Ottawa Senators, specifically the play of centre Jason Spezza. Good times… it’s something I posted about last year.

If I can get there on time we’re going to try to get to Ottawa again next weekend.

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CSN:AFU Weeks 30 To 49 In Review

Junkhouse: Canadian

“Out Of My Head”; ‘Strays’ (1993)


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CSN:AFU Weeks Thirty To Forty-Nine

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Once I Was Lost But Now I Am…

Oh yeah, this is where I left my blog… huh. Maintaining three blogs is frigging impossible. This is something I’ve learned over the past year. But it’s something I’m going to try again. My other two blogs don’t allow me to do the reporting I’d like to… not “do” so much as practise again.

By the time I stopped writing regularly on this blog it had become just large enough where I was receiving emails from Public Relations firms asking that their clients be included in my blogroll, but still small enough they weren’t offering me free tickets.

See… here’s the thing. I’m a writer. But my brain has been so messed up over the past months and years it’s just too easy not to do challenging things… so getting CSN:AFU off the ground was a major accomplishment for my recovery. But then writing aboot my recovery needed to take precedence again so CSN:AFU was shelved so I could concentrate on my Recovery Blog.

Since September, 2007, I’ve been writing roughly 3000 to 5000 words per week aboot my Recovery on my Other Blog… my writing time, quality and quantity have been higher then since before I stopped reporting in 2003. My brain is getting better, albeit slowly… so, just to see where I’m at, I think it’s time to start doing some challenging things again.

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The Lists From Week Forty-Nine:

Five Strangest Search Terms Used To Find CSN:AFU

5) can you marry your third cousin legally
4) very fuck sex youtube
3) ray emery is an asshole
2) horseporn
1) goat suck movie XX

Honourable Mention: “Jacqui Smith” cleavage muslim

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Top Five CSN:AFU Posts For Week 49:

1) Canada: Offering A Safe-Sex Environment Where Humanity Can Fuck Itself Back Together Again
2) Canadian Movies You Need To See That Don’t Suck — FUBAR
3) Greatest Hits: Canadian Inventions — ‘The Pacemaker
4) The Five Things You Need To Know Aboot The Canadian Movie Industry
5) The First Ten Things You Need To Know Aboot Canada

Honourable Mention:
Canada: Where Abortion Is So Legal It’s Retroactive OR Why You Never Piss Off Your Canadian Mom

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The Five Blogs I Visited Most This Week

1) Exact Science
2) Dame Wiggins of Lee
3) My Journey With AIDS
4) Natalia Antonova
5) Nita: A Wide Angle View Of India

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The Past Nineteen Weeks In General:

Other than changing my calender… I’ve been dating again, that’s something. My memory’s still pretty messed up, but I’ve seen some movies, gone to a few hockey games, I had my hair cut once… there was Christmas, that was cool. I saw Rambo a couple of nights ago.

The great thing aboot a Sylvester Stallone movie is the amount of time he gives you to daydream. Very few directors will afford the viewer the quantity and quality of time for thinking as a Stallone film. In between some fairly innovative splatter porn I managed to came up with some great blog header image concepts… something to watch for in upcoming weeks. Yup, nothing but good times from here on out… you’re welcome, baby, you are so welcome.

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Photo Of My Last Nineteen Weeks:



The giant phallic symbol at the heart of my Little Village; Tuesday, October 09, 2007; Photo by Me.

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This Weeks New Post(s):

This one.
Mostly I’ve been writing for either my Recovery Blog or Salted Shambhala, my Photo Blog…

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Coming In Week Fifty:

Stuff Aboot Something… Or Something Aboot Stuff

Maybe something about how my diet now consists mostly of
cereal, milk and Diet Pepsi… mmm. Or something political…

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In Defence Of Scrooge

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So I’m watching the Greatest Christmas movie ever made, Die Hard, and flipping over to one which freaked me out just enough when I was a kid I haven’t watched it all the way through since — A Christmas Carol. It was the colourized Ted Turner Edition, so just to heighten the freakiness everyone’s wearing pastels and 1850’s coal-oil soaked London looks like 1985 Miami.

But I must have caught it at just the right — or wrong — commercial breaks because I didn’t see the movie as a condemnation of Scrooge, or even his Lifestyle… when the Ghosts started popping up, especially the Christmas Past Dude, the movie actually offers perfectly sound reasoning for Scrooge’s behaviour.

Scrooge’s mom died during childbirth, so his father resented him. When Scrooge was old enough — four or five — his old man sent Scrooge away to school in an attempt to get rid of the kid Forever and Ever. While he was a child the only friend Scrooge had was his Sister. His sister died giving birth to a son, who Scrooge resented forever and ever… the Nephew comes back later on in the story as a poor, but happy Dude.

Scrooge, still a Christmas Lover despite everything but moving closer to the Dark Side, moves to the Big City and gets a job as a clerk of some kind. At this point he meets and gets engaged to Alice, someone who thinks it’s a virtue to be poor. She and Scrooge are very happy together for a few years. When Scrooge attains a certain level of success she breaks up with him… Scrooge says “[I’ve] struggled to be better than [I] was.” She says “you’ve changed, here’s the ring, fuck off.”

At this point Scrooge swears off personal relationships except the one with his business partner, Jacob Marley. Years later, after being told Marley is not long for this earth, Scrooge tells his clerk there’s no point rushing to Jacob’s bedside because “we’ve all got to die, Cratchit”.

It seems as though his entire early life was just one kick to the balls after another… in some Historical context I get how Scrooge is seen as the Really Bad Dude. The beginning of the Industrial Revolution was not a kind time for the Working Man. But even in that context Scrooge is a sympathetic character. I always thought, just from watching the Muppet Version and reading some of the book, Scrooge was meant to be a character without a soul and the Ghosts were trying to give him one.

But Scrooge was a decent Dude, Life had just taken everything from him… even though they’re basically the same character, Scrooge definitely is not Henry “scurvy little spider” Potter from “A Wonderful Life”. That’s a fucker who should die for sure.

One thing which I noticed which I’m not sure is Really there or not was towards the end, while he was hanging with the Ghost of Christmas Present, there were a few comments which could be interpreted as antisemitic… like when ghost says “you’ve chosen not to have Him in your heart”. If I’m getting the interpretation right the comments are to be expected, of course, given the time and the career Scrooge had taken.

Just as an aside, by far the biggest Christmas miracle of them all has to be when LAPD Sgt. Al Powell puts five shots into the torso of the ‘presumed to be dead’ Euro-trash Terrorist, thus saving John and Holly McClane at the end of Die Hard.

God bless us, every one.

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Canadian Snow Job Part Two: Reclaiming The B Word

Bass Is Base: Canadian

“Funkmobile”; ‘First Impressions For The Bottom Jigglers’ (1994)


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Fifty centimetres of snow dropped on my Little Village yesterday. Depending on who you ask, or which metric to Imperial measurement conversion site you use, that’s about 22 inches of snow. The wind was gusting up to 130km/h which is around 80mph. My neighbour is one of the dudes who drive the big snow removal machines, and he told me some of the more country-like roads around here had mile long drifts of ten feet of snow. Of course most roads here are country roads…

My roof did not cave in, the power never even flickered, the Cubans and their Soviet masters didn’t invade and I didn’t run out of Diet Pepsi… but, more importantly, I remembered how much I love snow.

Fuck, I love snow. Really. Honestly. I fucking Love snow, especially Blizzards. I spent a couple of hours walking around during the “Weather Event” in snow up to my knees and sometimes higher… the snow was mostly ‘falling’ horizontally, actually it wasn’t so much snow as little stinging balls of hate. There’s this bizarre Urban Myth about the Inuit having seven-bazillion words for Snow, and how much richer their language is for having such precision. But it’s absolute bullshit. Those languages (there are several) have the same basic number of words for snow as there are in English. Every thing else are adjectives.

Heavy snow, wet snow, packed snow, fluffy snow… I love them all. But what I couldn’t understand was why the forecasters and Weather People seemed to almost deliberately refuse to use the B Word… no one called this thing a Blizzard. I kept hearing “Monster Storm” and “Severe Weather Event” and even “Extreme Snowfall”, but until tonight when the CBC finally used it there was no mention of a Blizzard.

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It’s entirely possible that it has been so long since we had a Really Good Blizzard around here the Weather People forgot about the word. We’ve had a couple of Green Christmases in a row, last January my step-father and I were building a porch under a bright and warm Spring-like day. I was actually very comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt. After that it got really cold and there was some snow, but nothing major. If you can still use the bottom three stairs on your porch it’s not a Real Snowfall.

I figure “Extreme Weather Event” comes from three sources: ratings; the week long anticipation of a Storm making its way from the Central United States north to Central and Eastern Canada, and; people have a tendency to forget which country they’re in… most of the people I saw interviewed and doing the interviewing for this story came from Toronto. Now, Toronto can get cold in the winter. But I lived there for six years or so and I think I stepped outside twice. Torontonians do not go outside in the Winter. They live in their cars, taxi’s, subways, underground walkways and Clubs.

At least the ones who are on TV warning us about this thing called a “Weather Event” which may, quite possibly, kill everyone it touches.

Canadian Weather below the 60th parallel runs from 40C to -40C (105F to -40F), I can survive the pluses but it’s the minus part I really like. You can’t dress for heat and humidity. The colder it gets the thicker the sweater you pull out of the trunk. So far this Season has been great for snow even though Winter doesn’t officially start for another couple of days… two weeks ago we received 30+cm of snow and now this. We only get Blizzards once every few years though… it’s a shame.

So… I survived the Blizzard Of 07. I’m thinking about getting T-shirts made up.

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