Thursday, July 10, 2008


This is one of the cooler things I've seen this week. Really makes me want to get that passport stamped...

And tell people I'm from Canada.

You just end up smiling and sometimes laughing at the places where this guy does his thing. Quite enjoyable.

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

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Monday, July 7, 2008


There are oh so many stupid freaking things I wanted to share, but let's start slow. Like two people estranged, willing to make another go of it. Because we can't remember what drove us apart, it's been so long. And because, well, when you get right down to it, I still think you're hot, and you're willing to look past a few things on my part, so let's do this.

From the Fail Blog.

Been Busy

Oh, Lordy.

It's been months since I was over here. It was so long that I kept thinking about it, and not wanting to come back. It's not like I was on some extended awesome vacation of total fun radness. I had some shit to take care of, and that's that. And I'm finally starting my summer vacay right.

The Turkey's been flowin', the waves have been peelin', and the laptop's been hummin'.

Of course, I got info from the lifeguard at the beach today, as I was about to enter to water for a nice little surf that he went for a swim this morning and the water is completely polluted:

"Like, condoms, and needles (!) and a lot of garbage." (His words)

DAMN IT! What the hell? Needles? Is it 1987 and no one told me? I haven't heard of this much shit in the water, like, ever. Usually there's something going on, but it's like a minimal thing, and I'll just blow it off and maybe have The 'Rhea for a day, because I'm an idiot and can't be told not to enjoy the splendor of the ocean. But the last thing I need is to come up from a wave and get a jimmy hat in the mouth. I think I would vom right there in the water.

I mean, I did get some waves in over the last few days, but it's never enough for me, and this is no way to spend what turned out to be a decent day at the beach. I am thinking the only way to salvage it is to get really drunk and just pretend I'm somewhere else.

AND speaking of somewhere else, part of the reason I've been incommunicado lately, apart from having some hellacious family things to help out with is that I decided I was going to watch all four seasons of Lost in sequence on Have you seen this show? I know people like it, because prior to my own exposure to it, all I knew was that fans of the show are like zealots in a cult.

And now I can count myself as one of them. Every episode is like a totally awesome freak-out on film that makes your brain melt and I can't seem to get the damned thing out of my head. I watched all 83 episodes over the course of about a month and a half, I guess, and I am feverishly chomping at the bit for next year.

I hate the fact that I have to wait like everyone else now for the next installments. But I have found something that helps with the hurt: Lostpedia.

Needless to say, it may be a while before we talk again.

Just kidding. But seriously. It might be. That site is sick.

Where's my whiskey...?