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carnal marathons eh... sounds like my kind of athleticism ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D


in other news, i got meself a pair of tickets for me and the lady to see The English Beat at the Orifice on saturday, i really like their older stuff so it should be pretty good!

also, i'm torn between saving up for my trip to .jp in august and wanting my own car, or an apartment... so many things, so little money! lol


it's 3:40am and my work week begins in just over seven hours

SO, i just had a wild day yesterday. here is how it went (times are approximate):
08:45 - woke up, ate small breakfast, hung out, drove home
11:00 - got home, ate some more stuff, burned a couple CD's
13:30 - headed out on the road to Toronto
15:00 - got to Simon's place (traffic was light)
15:30 - headed out down Islington to the Gardiner, to go see Meiko's gallery
16:30 - got to the Distillery district (traffic was HEAVY)
16:35 - walked through some sort of interior design place, there was a very comfy-looking bed, with a VERY comfy looking pretty girl on it wearing PJ's. She invited Simon and I to come get comfy with her, but we declined.
16:36 - gallery was closed :(
16:40 - got lost in Toronto, found a small street at Bloor and Castle Frank which had some *beautiful* houses
16:50 - went to Goodfoot to check out a hat and some shoes, bought neither (either i'm getting old or street fashion is getting stupid)
17:10 - met up with Yiwen
17:45 - got to Front street to try to find a restaurant Rob Z mentioned to me a couple weeks ago, coincidence would have it that the spot i decided to just park and wander around looking for somewhere else just happened to be in front of the place i wanted, Papillon on Front
18:00 - dinner consisting of: cote-du-rhone, salmon fillet in dill sauce, banana crepe.
20:00 - drive Yiwen home
20:15 - arrive at Simon's place to down one of the two big cans of red bull, get directions to the place and change into some nicer clothings
21:30 - left for Guvernment/Koolhaus to go see Armin van Buuren spinning live
21:55 - arrival, shelling out amazing amounts for parking and waiting in line
22:55 - i get in, Cale is supposed to call me when he gets there so i can give him his ticket, but my cell phone died so he was unable to reach me
23:30 - Matthew Dekay goes on, his tunes are alright but he cuts the bass too much
01:30 - Glenn Morrison goes on, his tunes are far better, maybe because he actually produces
03:00 - Markus Schulz goes on, the best spinning so far, playing more hits than the other two, but something was missing....
04:00 - about to take off because i couldn't find out how to get to the other MASSIVE room when someone asks me if i had been to see Armin spin yet, and he told me how to get there
04:02 - made my way into the room with Armin in it, it was huuuuuuge! and the crowd was going insane for him. i guess i'd missed half of his set but it was still crazy
04:40 - people start crowd-diving from the stage, security doesn't like it but Armin has probably seen crazier
04:55 - Armin's set ends, i decide i've had enough for the night and get in line for coat check.
05:00 - i get into the car, down the other big can of red bull and rip up the Gardiner on-ramp, i was already up to speed halfway up the ramp :) my route was QEW-403-401
06:30 - i stop at the Woodstock service station to take a break from driving, i was beginning to fall asleep out on the road. i get some juice, tea and a donut, and just relax in the parking lot.
07:00 - take off for london, but instead of heading home i go to Dingman drive near Old Victoria road and take advantage of the fact that i'm never up for sunrise and snap some shots of the GTI pre-dawn
07:50 - i get home, toss off my clothes and fall into bed. i manage to get one post off on my facebook page before i completely die of exhaustion.

so almost 24 whole hours of happenings, 1/3 spent driving, 1/3 spent dancing, 1/3 spent doing in-between stuff like eating.

good thing i don't work today.

Do not think that this site does not Chinese readers, even pitiful you also can not read English, you roll it ~ bumpkin !!!!!

also, jesse has been helping me out tremendously with my idea of making everything on the website dynamically generated so i don't have to spend hours at the keyboard to update the site

on to the pics:
the last one on page 10, all of pages 11-13

http://blueslug.ca
go go go!

here are the thumbs but i'm too lazy to make them links just go to the site

i didn't go emo or anything so i'm still here.

cast adrift while she jumps ship, i spiral around in a whirlpool of pain and sadness

a void the size of my heart has been left in my life. where there was once jubilance and joy there is now but quiet and cold.
coming home to an empty bed, cold nights, cold sweats, crying myself to sleep. the cats don't want to see me any more (not least Slip, he seems afraid of me).

the right half of the closet is bare, a desolate reminder of the last nine months when my space was hers. now it's just mine again, but it doesn't feel the same.

it doesn't feel like home any more, even if it was home before her.

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she got home from work friday night, i was asleep already. starting around four pm she was having a very long text-message conversation, like a while, and it woke me up. i asked her who it was, if it was so important. no answer, she just pulled the blanket over her head and kept texting behind it. so i got fed up, went downstairs for a bath, and came back up an hour later or so with her asleep. when i woke up the next morning, i took a look at her phone (prying and distrustful i know, but in hindsight perfectly justified) and read what i wish i never had.
someone else's meat-hooks in my woman, the predictable testosterone-fueled immediate response. i had just started breakfast and was getting ready for work. shaking, i waited for her to come back upstairs to get some of the things she needed for the day. i asked her about it. she said a few things which i may or may not have believed, i told her how upset i was right then and there, and i told her to be gone, along with her things, by the time i got back home from work (four hours later). i was at that point becoming incredibly upset.

("merry fucking christmas" i heard myself utter to her as i was on my way out)

on the way to work i found myself screaming with rage, it's a wonder i didn't crash the car. i pounded the steering wheel, the seat, i yelled at other drivers for being fools (who did they think they were anyway???). so i got to work, we had a very large take-out order to fulfill, i told my boss that i might not be at 100% efficiency due to what had happened mere minutes before, he said to try to separate work from home and just get through the day and worry about the details later. so i ploughed through the order, made ten of the nicest futomaki you've ever seen, and around an hour into my shift, i started to feel horrible, like i had a tennis ball lodged in my throat. i could barely stand up, i felt like i was going to vomit. i didn't, though, since i wasn't sick. it was all psychosomatic. so my boss said to me "go home, we'll get someone else to cover". i apologized and managed to drive home.
this was two hours after i left for work. everything was gone when i got back (as i had demanded), and i was immediately gutted. my heart hit the floor, and then i hit the bed, and sobbed myself to sleep for a few hours. michael called to see if i was alright to come in for the dinner shift, but i said no and continued to rest.
i tried eating something later that night, but the tennis ball didn't allow for it. even the next day i couldn't put down much. at lunch-time at work on monday, i tried to eat what Ken-san had prepared for me, but the measly two mouthfulls of rice threatened to come back up and i didn't have it in me to force myself any further. it's been more or less that way since.

friends and family have been helping me get through this, trying their best to console a dejected whiner (but i have the right to be one right now!), and it's much appreciated.

still though, the pain lingers, the loss, the emptiness. i've been sleeping on her spot of the bed to cover her scent with mine, but it's still there. even my computer brings me pain, she had things on it, and we watched certain shows together. i see a corolla on the road and i think it might be her. every little thing reminds me of what i had just last week and is now who knows where probably having a wonderful time without me (them's the breaks though)

i've been slowly eating bit by bit more, tonight i managed to finish around a quarter of my dinner, and snacked a bit on some vegetables... i don't want to be an anorexic or anything but for whatever reason, maybe the fact that i was eating breakfast when i confronted her about all of this, i just can't eat all that much lately no matter how hungry i get.

gah. time to wrap this up, eh? don't want to write a novel now, it may not be worth the trouble.

happy new year?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_debt_by_U.S._presidential_terms

so, it would seem that in recent years (since Nixon), every democratic president has reduced national debt when compared to the GDP, and every republican has *increased* it. So basically when they campaign that all the democrats do is tax and spend, it's not exactly true, and it is evident that the GOP is not exactly skilled at spending on (i suspect) anything other than the national military-industrial complex that takes up, oh, half of their federal fucking budget. warmongers

:)

We are The Pantheon of The Silly Simian Society. Judge us not by our rancorous furs, but by our capacity to amaze and astound. Be ye one who reacheth for the stars, or one who drags their hairy knuckles on the ground, there is something here for all. Rest assured, gentle being, our talents (and equally our shortcomings) are among the most curious and fascinating collected under one roof.


(the old splash page greeting from the Monkeyhouse back in 2001! zomg!)

http://tangrala.blogspot.com/2008/02/gummi-venus-de-milo.html

i have a shatload more photos on the way for my website too, since i've been shooting with Tom's 105mm macro lens, i <3 it so much

Yay! it's been a while, so i have 72 new pictures this time, and two fresh pages (full). i'm too tired to post individual links so just go to blueslug.ca and navigate! to pages 8, 9 or 10. only the very last (bottom-right) picture on page 8 is new, and all of page 9 and 10 are new.

w00t!

finally some new product. i got my new camera, Nikon D200, back at the end of april, but i never really got around to putting up some of the best i've taken with it since then, until now.

also i'll be phasing out the 'details' pages, instead just adding in alt data for each picture on the regular pages so you can just hover over and wait for the tool-tip ;D

29 new shots on page 8:
















and five new panoramics from dundas, ontario and montreal:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=cdD9ypqoBk4
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5_tXcRYOYZ0
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7HfMaJJlxTE

http://www.copyrightforcanadians.ca/action/firstlook/

all you people who read this through my facebook, go to the site, inform yourself, and write your federal MP telling them that you want absolutely no part in Bill C-61.

• was slightly sick so i missed both classes
• woke up to a note saying that i had to go get my ma some medicines from the pharmacy, and to the bank to transfer her some cashes, she's 100% bedridden and unable to speak
• went to get them, "about 20 minutes sir". 45 minutes later i get them
• on the way home, at emery & wortley, car dies, won't turn on. i smell something burning, so i open the hood and smell around in there, nothing. i check each wheel, nothing. so i get back in the car, i still smell it, i look in the fuse-box, lo and behold a fuse is blown. i check which fuse, "fuel pump". so now i need to find a fresh 20A32V fuse.
• i go to serge's place, he says we can go buy one at CT, and that he'll take me home to get ma her drugs first. on my way back to the car i step in dog shit
• get home, drop off drugs, change shoes
• pushed car to a more legal and less in-the-fucking-way spot (though still on wortley)
• go get fuses, go back to car. put a fresh one in, turn car on
• *pop* with a little blue spark, fuse blew. try another one, same thing. go into trunk to check connections on the fuel pump, so i have to take the sub out, etc, frayed one of the sub wires. check fuel pump connections, everything's fine, put all the crap back into the trunk, we go back to chez serge
• i get on msn there and tell jason the reasons i'm four hours late for our programming session
• call louis, he thinks the fuel pump is seized. he and kubus will help me push the car back home
• run home freezing (i still haven't eaten breakfast at this point)
• get GTI, go get kubus and louis, bring them back. before pushing car, louis unplugs fuel pump to check if fuse still blows even though pump isn't plugged in. still blows. conclusion: not the fuel pump causing the short
  
• they help me push car back to the driveway where it now sits unable to turn on.
• drop them off at home, go to school, FINALLY get food, hang out with a lady for 20 mins or so, then finally finally start programming.
• people start leaving home cuz they've been there since 10am

wild and awesome music video for the song "Fit Song" by Cornelius.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AeodCMHCFk

soundly
under the warm neon glow of my obsidian tower
softly humming convection currents
silver rings, stacked, abound
leaves of pulp
"floordrobe"
i'm tired.

So we left for Ottawa around 11am, the drive up was rather uneventful, the sun came out to greet us briefly, I think it was the first time I had seen it in about two weeks... It went down about the same time we reached the exit for the 416, which we rode to its end. Once we got to the hotel, we decided we would go to see if we were up to snuff for getting into the revolving restaurant on the top floor, but once we saw the menu posted outside (and its 15-dollar appetizers) we decided maybe it would be best to just hang around on the penultimate floor and enjoy the view of parliament hill and the supreme court. After a little messing about with the camera while Simon talked with Anne on the phone, we went downstairs to the other restaurant in the hotel, and ate amazing food while we waited for Perrin and Ben to arrive to the building by cab. The meal ended up being 70 dollars. We don't know whether or not it ended up being charged to the room bill, we'll see once I get my next credit card statement. In any case, the guys showed up about when we were done our meal (which I must say included draught Kronenbourg 1664... mmmmm..), so we 'paid', went upstairs and chilled for awhile.

7am, alarm goes off. I'm the only one that wakes up (I actually woke up 10 minutes prior). It takes another 30 minutes or so for me to muster the others to get out of bed and get rocking, lest we be late. After a brief and healthy breakfast at Tim Horton's (the sausage punched Ben in the stomach), we hit the autoroute 5 north towards Maniwaki. 20 minutes later, the highway (which was beautiful) disappeared and left us with winding country roads, the 105 north. Once we got into Maniwaki, we saw rallye cars leaving the makeshift ceremonial start at the supermarket, and decided it might be a good idea to find the 'rally HQ' at the local hotel for a programme. From there we spent half an hour trying to find where we could see the next stage from, since we arrived late and weren't able to see any of the beginnings of the event. When it was decided that we wouldn't make it in time to see anything useful, we headed over to the service area for the first scheduled service of the day. There were more Evos there than I have seen during the entirety of my life up to that point (really isn't that large a number, only nine), and if it wasn't an Evo, it was a WRX, with the odd Mk1 Jetta and GTI here or there, and Antoine L'Estage's Tiburon (which won the rallye and apparently without a rear bumper by the end of the day).

From there we headed over towards the next stage, which we couldn't actually reach on foot or by car, so we had to take a school bus with all the other spectators to get there. It was the first time we had been on a school bus in at least five years (ten or so for Simon, probably more for Ben). One of the frenchies in the back of the bus thought I was undercover for RDS since I wasn't carrying a media pass (lols). We got to the spectator spot and dug ourselves in, matting down our spot, lest we fall through three feet of snow and freeze to death, Ben even made stairs for his. Chilling out (har har) for another hour or so Simon and Perrin went insane and started doing kung fu. Finally the safety car ripped by at high speeds, followed shortly thereafter by the pace car, and the race was under way when L'Estage passed around the corner at high speeds. The pics show the rest, but the race went on until everyone had done their run. It seemed like we had seen way more cars in the service than were competing, which Simon and Perrin later explained was a result of there being actually two rallye events underway in Maniwaki that day. Once the stage ended, we figured we would take a walk while we waited for the next stage to begin (in the same location). While walking we were overtaken by the school bus, so we decided to hop onto it and go back to the car to grab a couple of things we had forgotten, then we would head back to the spot.

Well it turns out we should have just stayed where we were, because the bus we took back to the car was also the last bus back to the spectator area.. We then proceeded to go back to Ottawa for lunch/dinner (it was 3pm by this point and we were really hungry). When we got back into town, we checked out parliament outside and in (not a very photo-friendly place, and security was ultra-tight at the door) while we decided where to go for food. We eventually settled on some Scottish-themed pub restaurant thingy which actually wasn't all that Scottish once you got past the waitresses and bar staff wearing kilts and the 200+ bottles of scotch on the wall. Ben got a steak and a glass of Jameson, while Simon got pwned and wasn't allowed to buy a pint of Tennents, we all got fish and chips, and myself an After 8 (hot chocolate, baileys and creme de menthe). After dinner we proceeded to the bus station to drop off Ben and Perrin, and then we hit the road back to Londumb.

The first leg of the trip home, the 417/416 back to the 401, was alright and wholly uneventful. Once we got on the 401, however, the shit hit the fan. Said shit must have been made of ice, and the fan an industrial unit spinning at 3000rpm because there was a blizzard/whiteout the likes of which I have never driven in before, because I could no longer see the lines on the road and was forced to drive at less than 75km/h. It stayed like this, on and off, for the entire trip. Toronto was the exception, because the weather became a-okay and the road dried up, so we were able to resume our usual speed of 130km/h, and yet still were being passed by jerks in pickups and minivans going 150+. Just when we thought the weather was going to be just fine for the rest of the trip, the snow came back and bit us in the face. It was almost worse than the weather between Kingston and Toronto. We saw a couple people pass us at ridiculous speeds, and less than a minute later we saw headlights spinning in the distance and a car ended up backwards in the ditch beside the shoulder. I called 911 and let them know what happened, no way was I going to stop. I had been up at that point for approximately 19 hours, and was suffering intensely from some sort of caffeine overdose coupled with lack of sleep. It was a miracle we even made it home considering the state I was in, but hey we saved 200 bucks on another night in the hotel room in Ottawa! Yay.

So we're back, alive, had a great time but I don't know if I'll be returning to this rallye. It was incredibly spectator-unfriendly, and compared to the Tall Pines, was not quite as fun. There are a couple other races in the year that Simon and I want to check out, one in PA and the other QC one, the Defi St-Agathe/Duhamel. If i'm still in Canada by November, I'm definitely going to the tall pines in Bancroft this year, I missed it last year.

Hey all, i've added seven more songs to my website's flash mp3 player, so go czech them out! they are so cheeeeesy! :P

http://blueslug.ca

(oh yeah i have this url for five years as of late december, forgot to post)

go go go!

one of them is a song i made back in 2003, i was discussing with the fellas on #a5th that it was really really easy to make house and trance and that it was so simple that i could pull it off in five minutes, so i did ;) the result was slugtrhounse. albert wanted gundam noises in it, and i think it was coop or zeke who requested female.. ahem... noises. 8)

the others are basically just ones i discovered after recently plugging in one of my old HDDs and finding that it had over 15gb of tunes on it, including a folder of my own stuff (circa 2003) about which i had forgotten. Win!

QakBar is one i really am proud of, and i don't know how i pulled it off.

also one track that's relatively newer that i had forgotten to add into the player, Elegy.

so all the new tracks, in summary, are:
elegy
qakbar (edit)
terim1
rimber
slowly on
slugtrhounse (a5th mix)
monkad

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edit: forgot to post about the umm... absolute bucketload of pics that i posted about a month or two ago on the website. so now there are seven pics pages, and five car pages, and also a new phresh panoramics section with all the major panoramic shots i've done with the a610, like this gem here :)

most of the new shots were taken with what was to be my new camera but which financial limitations have caused to remain in tom's hands, a Nikon D200 with a sweet pair of lenses, that's why the shots are all slightly different aspect-ratio

So i added a bunch of older tracks on the flash mp3 player on my website, so the playlist is as follows:
jrs (the one i added yesterday or whatever)
Minimoog
Toccata (BlueSlug reinstrumentation)
softlygo
oh man wtf
hambience
wasp
Zelda 3 Darkness remix
big flaming sack of cheese


go czech them out, and enjoy! (some are serious attempts at music, others are just me messing around)

yay amateur techo producing! 8)

instead of uploading it and giving everyone a link, i've just embedded the same flash MP3 player that simon has into my website, so just go there to hear the song. yes i know it's cheezy techno, it's all i can make without formal instrumental training :(

creative and constructive criticism is more than welcome, please let me know what you think and how i could make it better

http://blueslug.everchanging.org