Sunday, April 30, 2006

more bangles!


speaking of the ipod...during the random shuffle setting we had some bangles come on as well...i now need more bangles...i don't want to buy it of course but...so now i need more rod stewart -i'm having a hard time finding altlantic crossing second hand and his 'cool' tunes don't come up on limewire..., more nazareth - same problem and now, more bangles.
today's it's all about cutting lawns, being a handyman and moving boxes and some other household items for a friend who's moving...then sopranos...nice.

g. xo

Saturday, April 29, 2006

do you know who i am?....


huh? ok, it hasn't happened for a long time but, the guy at the conession counter at the fifth ave theatre told me i look like tom hanks..that's great. thanks. he was very nice to me, too nice perhaps...told the coffee guy to make a latte for the guy in the really cool hat...thanks for that..
the queen of the universe and i went out to topanga for a little burrito action, although she had an enchilada...and couldn't finish her meal...eats like a bird doncha know...anyhow we decided to go see 'thank you for smoking'...not so bad...actually very entertaining...fawn gave it a thumbs up...i never should have eaten that pack of m & m's though...just pushed me over the edge...that and the 'medium' coke which is what they would have called only a few years back a 'super grande'...
anyhow..after i dumped the queen off at home and was driving home i spotted a chair on the corner of 3rd and woodland..i had to take a picture...i'm not sure why but..i did. so if you're walking along woodland and need a little sit down break...give it a go...looks comfy...then, as i had my ipod on shuffle, tad's 'grease box' came on...man, that tad sure knew how to rock...so as i coursed down clarke drive tad brought it all home...i really enjoyed that. you should give it a try. i highly recommend it.
handed out some more big rookie inc. shirts today..the kids seem happy, so far...i'll dish out a few more tomorrow...and cut a couple lawns as well...
the psychic network e.mailed me and she's having a good time in st. louis dancing her life away...she didn't go up in the arch...she said it was sold-out...huh? what? is there only one ride per day? slacker...

good times.

g. xo

the chum family...



holy over exposure...sometimes my camera drives me crazy but...oh well...it's fine. i'd take another picture to show you but the battery is very low so...and it's not like you really care but i'm showing you anyways. i went to issy's last night and pick-up the new kaws chum (black) that issy had smuggled across the border fo me. we had a nice visit and she made me a salmon sandwich. i was hungry so that was nice...the three chums together on the shelf look pretty good...now if i could only find and afford the other two - the pink and the white (the white is currently going for between $800 - $1000 US...) i think i may just have to be happy with the ones i have...and i am. maybe i'll try and make some trades fro some of the rare stuff i have now to get them...who knows.
i did my good deed of the month or whatever yesterday. one of the bulletin board members on the kid robot site has a daughter (ava) who was recently diagnosed with a blood disorder, cancer i believe, and people on the baord sprung into action. people put up toys for auction they had that they could part with and gave the proceeds to the family because the transfusions she needs are very expensive. some artists gave toys as well. i put up some small toys i had/have here for auction and while it didn't generate a ton of cash any money will help.
i'm going for some sort of major massage this morning that is suppose to be so intense that i'll need a nap afterwards...we'll see...i can't nap after, i have shit to do...wings and oil today at noon...go wings...
the flies have returned to my place as well...fuckers...every spring/summer they come back and just hang around...so great.
have a great day...and remember to keep on rockin'.

g. xo

Friday, April 28, 2006

the return of the BOC clown head!



several months ago, maybe in november or december, the clown head that sat perched up high above the office/shop of BOC, fell prey to the high winter winds and fell off the roof and onto the ground. we thought, originally, that the head had been stolen after that as there were pieces of the head around the front door where it would have landed but no sign of the head anywhere. al had gotten the head from some sort of school play or something, i dunno, anyways, he had made a nice mount for it with a large spring so that high winds wouldn't do to it what eventually actually happened. it was a great clown head. when people would ask how to get to the shop we'd say, "just turn off of boundary at william street, come up a block and a bit and look for the clown head on the roof. that's us" but no more. until today.
a woman came to the shop after lunch and explained that she worked up the block and today she discovered a large clown head under the stairs to her building and she knew we had had such a clown before. it had been obscured by the bushes up until today when she looked out and saw it. so i twalked with her up the block and grabbed the little fella and brought him home. al's very happy. we may rebuild him but we're not sure yet. i say rebuild.
so there he is, the clown head, back where he belongs. welcome home little camper.

g. xo

grumpy..? i guess so...

i was just reading through the old blog and noticed that my good pal brady had left a comment about my entry regarding the emily carr hook rug...and at the end he called me grumpy...am i really? i can be...but am i really regarded that way..shit. i think i can be grumpy, and perhaps, look at the world in a kinda fucked up way, although i look at it as a very realistic view...but grumpy. ok..i guess i am or will be more from now on.
i did figure out last night, although i've know it all along, what really is at the heart of what pisses me off most. it's the truth. there are a lot of things but, one thing kills me the most and that is this: people don't give a shit about anyone but themselves and that's really a huge disappointment to me. i try and think of others in the decisions i make each and every day...i really do. it's pretty clear to me that others don't always think of me when they're making decisions but that's ok...it never really bothers me too much in the end becasue it doesn't change my life in the end...it's all good. but it's so clear to me when and as i run around town doing this and that..and people cut each other off, bud into line, have no manners, etc..it's really fuckin' sad...it's not hard to be nice and to do something thoughtful...

g. xo

everyday i write the book...plus retro dave (kramer) and garn...



elvis and diana are, sort of, neighbours with my dad...why am i telling you this? no reason...i think everyone around there refers to them as the kralls...not the costellos...anyhow...my dad's birthday is on the same day as the other elvis but he lives near the really important elvis...ok...
every night i think, this is the night i'm going to get a big sleep..and then before i know it, it's late and i'm watching t.v., usually the sports review...last night, after having dinner with the garbs and then desert with the garbs and mishi, i headed home with the best of intentions...then it was 'my name is earl', followed by 'ER' and then sports...and before ya know it...midnight...or close to it...maybe tonight..
the car picture guy still has not, and probably won't, called..oh well...larry's fame will have to wait i guess...i'm gonna take him out tonight and give him a little run out to tsawwassen to see issy, give her a new big rookie inc. shirt and pick-up the black kaws chum...three down-two to go...
this show is into it's last week next week and then it's a little bit of wrap...then, the next one starts....it's called Shooter...it'll be an oscar winner for sure...

have a great weekend...

i love you all.

g. xoxo

Thursday, April 27, 2006

whoa...that half-gay lemay is strong...



i had never actually someone pick-up a car all by themselves until yesterday...that half-gay lemay...who would have thought? not me...
so i have been handing out the big rookie inc. shirts and everyone seems to think they're fine..so i say ok...i give...you'll see yours soon enough and you can decide for yourself...
i'm pretty sure the chicken salad and the tuna salad are the same thing at the sandwich place skippy and i go to...they say not but i can't, for the life of me tell the difference...man, do i have a headache...corie says it's because i didn't have the tuna...next time.
i'm tired...the psychic network needed a ride to the airport at 4:45 am today...and i said i'd take her...i'm paying a little for that now...i need a nap. or a really large coffee...or both...i'll sleep on the weekend sometime...
i left a message with the guy who's suppose to be taking pictures of my car but haven't heard back...i have a feeling i've been passed over...which is fine but it would have been cool after all the heartache and shitola i've gone through with that car in recent months...gary economy came by yesterday and finished the windlace so larry is basically all done now...seems weird to say that...truth be told there are still a couple of small things but nothing that means jack shit...so....he's done as far as i'm concerned, and he looks great.

i love you

g. xo

ps...here's a photo of me outside junior's in brooklyn where diana will be getting an egg cream and/or having some cheesecake soon enough...

E2

the title of this passage is a baseball reference. it doesn't matter if you don't know what it means...really. today i got the new big rookie inc. shirts and there's a major error on them...i'm a little distressed, to say the least. they may not be given out now as i'm not sure they're what they should be. anyhow...and trying to fix them now would be a nightmare and cost me a ton of cash...so i may just have to say "fuck it..." and move on. i am thinking about just giving them away to the homeless...

g. xo

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

diana heads to the land of the egg cream....


my good pal and excel queen, diana spedding, is heading off to live in brooklyn, n.y. soon...it's a love thing and i couldn't be happier for her. junior's is in brooklyn so she'll be able to get a really great original style egg cream so that's great too...hopefully i'll be able to buy her the burrito and margaritas i owe her before she goes..come to think of it, i owe her some cash as well...the excel queen don't come cheap!

good luck girl!

garn xo

larry goes public, marty has a bambino, and rhonda goes on the block...



busy couple of days...
i'm not sure how really, although i do belong to a Comet newsgroup in Yahoo and there are pics of larry on there...but, a car magazine from Illinois e.mailed me and wants to have pictures taken of larry from an issue they're doing on 1960-1963 Comets. ok. sure. so i think, tomorrow a guy is coming up from Washington state to take some pics of him. weird. i think it's gonna rain so..well, i guess that's something they have to schedule around...i'm sure if they really want the pictures they'll make it all work...more details as i get them...they do a little profile on the car with a bunch of pictures and i'm trying to get them to give credit to those who've made larry a nice car...gary at tuck and cover, andy at specialty engineering, chris at proline, etc...



my long time friend, marty and his new wife-they were married last year, had a baby boy..when? i'm not really sure, but there he is, marty jr. congrats! i'll have to give him a call...i'm a bad friend, i never call anyone...i'm sorry, right here and right now, for all of you i never call...or call rarely...i do care i just get all caught up in my smal world sometimes and forget. i have no excuse, except i forget. sorry. i do love you.



and after six months plus of helping marcy get to and from school, with few problems-one recently that was easily fixed...rhonda the honda is on the auction block. she really has been a great car and, i think, did her job well...without her i think the three or four hours a day on the bus may have killed marcy...i was happy to help out where i could. what this also means is that marcy has completed her floristry course at kwantleen College..and from all reports did very well-so congrats to marcy as well...good work. but if anyone needs or knows someone who needs a great little car for not a lot of money let me know...1995 honda civic..i think it has around 135k...

ok..more later...

g. xo

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

shiteater



i'm not always sure if shiteater should have two t's or one...like i fuckin' care really...
anyhow..what a shiteater of a day...i think if i had had the choice of being kicked in the nuts today and not having to go to work and just going to work..i would have taken the kick in the nuts...hands down.
there's got to be some other way...

g. xo

thai food, snfu, slurpees and heart attacks...



after work i picked up jojo and then grabbed larry and headed downtown for some thai food at thai away home...i like the one on davie because you can sit in the window and watch the freak show that can be davie street...a good freak show..i like it.. especially when i know some of them...that green curry really is good...
after we went driving around and i suggested a slurpee, because it is getting to be that weather afterall, and the network told me she had never had a slurpee...i was stunned...so i pulled into the 7-11 at naniamo and broadway and showed her the way. part of drinking slurpees for me is sitting outside on the sidewalk and drinking it. as we sat there a truck pulled up and emanuelle, i think that's how you spell it, a guy i used to see often when i lived in kits, got out of the truck. his family owns sophie's cosmic cafe on fourth ave. anyhow, we started talking and he mentioned that his mom, sophie, had had a heart attack but that she was fine and that there was no major damage and they're all happy for that. so today think nice things about sophie..sure the line-ups suck there but the food is good and sophie's a good egg...go sophie go!
after i dropped jojo off and was heading home some SNFU came on my cd player...a few tracks from the 'something green and leafy this way comes'...it was an album that they recorded when i was first really hanging with them..well, we had been hanging out for a couple of years but i think it was the first album they recorded after i had met them...and brent and dave were living with me..we were all very tight then. we were also bandmates in pepe deluxe at that time as well...some of the things that happened during those years will never leave me...ever. good times...bad times...i love those guys...

g xo

Monday, April 24, 2006

more cancer show...and new green shoes...nice.

i love my new shoes...i got new shorts as well..super old guy plaid shorts...good times...




The night we moved in to our new house, next door to art and his sister’s place, we had moved over from a row of town houses less than a mile away and had gotten a late start and it was late by the time we had moved the last of the boxes into the house. It was actually strange that we were moving at all. We had only been in town for just over a year, moving from an even smaller town in the province, and had already lived in two different town homes. The first of which was what could be considered now as a low cost, even slum, housing. Rows of town homes slapped and shoved together tightly and as cheaply as possible. The steps wooden and often rotting seemingly seconds away from completely breaking through. There were four rows of housing each ten homes long and facing inward to make a square with entrances at each corner and dirt parking on the outside of each row. It was here that I had nearly had my finger severed one day as I was playing inside my friend Robert dad’s truck. We would pretend to be driving the truck and making deliveries as it sat parked in front of his place. He always drove because, as he said, it was his dad’s truck and therefore he got to drive. I didn’t care as much as he, maybe, he thought I did and as we played and he pretended to be driving I pretended to be watching the road and giving the odd direction here and there. Looking back now it was fairly pathetic and a poor excuse for fun but it was what we did and that was that. One day as we were ending our drive I got out of the truck on my side and waited for him to come around to my side as he had to lock the tuck up with a key. I waited and as he came around the side of the truck I had my hand resting on the edge of the fender right where the door and the fender meet and without warning the door shut. Hard. Catching my finger in between the two and nearly severing it at the first knuckle. Robert, seeing my finger lodged in between the door and the fender, quickly opened the door again and as he did I pulled my finger out from the crease and blood, which had already begun to bleed down in to the truck, now flowed freely and quickly down my arm as I held my arm up towards my face. For what seemed like minutes I didn’t move but instead just stood and starred at the now dangling end of my finger as it bled with a color of intense red it was if I had never seen blood before. I was fascinated, scared and ready to cry all in the same moment but hadn’t decided which emotion was going to carry me through this. All at once I began running towards my house, leaving Robert behind dumbstruck by the whole ordeal, screaming and holding my finger as I ran. Three steps up to my door and inside the house I bolted looking for my mom as I ran through the house and up the stairs towards the bathroom, all the while screaming and calling her name. Running my finger under water was all I could think to do and as I was doing this my mom, a nurse who had decided to put her career on hold while she took care of me and my sister, appeared and with one look at my finger said she was calling my dad and that we needed to see a doctor. This was just getting worse. And the gong show was just beginning.
My dad, who was a principal at the high school a mile away, came home and, because of a general lack of doctors in our town, decided to take me 70 miles to where there was someone with at least a rudimentary idea about sewing a finger back together. It all seemed to work out okay until I decided to go back to being a kid with trouble on his mind and a will to match it and the finger and stiches, after much abuse and being the target of much dirt and other such things hardly condusive to healing, decided to give way. Not once or even twice but three times. And all three times I was taken to the local GP and he’d sew me back up. Until the third time when he decided that enough was enough and for the betterment of everyone involved, mainly him, we should take the finger off at the knuckle and be do with it. No more flailing unattached bits above the first knuckle, in fact, no first knuckle at all. And this was when I first discovered that my father had no problem taking certain matters into his own hands, and this, apparently, included sewing his son’s finger back on.
My father had some background in the fine art of driving an ambulance, a volunteer position he took very seriously and when he could reminded everyone that he held the record between Chetwynd and Dawson’s Creek – a distance of 69 miles he did in under an hour. This was, and still is, fairly impressive given the terrain and general road condition and as he loved to point out, a guy with only three fingers. A fact that wasn’t immediately obvious until you shook hands with him and then it was a test to not let on that you sensed something was not right but couldn’t quite figure it out right away. Odd facial mannerisms were the norm whenever any of my friends shook his hand and something I enjoyed watching whenever it happened. His father had not, however, performed any surgery on him in a bedroom on the top floor of their townhouse as my father was about to do. My mother, bless her heart, assisted in the sewing on of the finger and as she had seen this type of thing so many times before barely blinked during the entire thing. A needle, some thread and a hot bath of Epson salts and it was a done deal with my father saying at the end of the whole thing as if to add insult to injury, “Now take care of it or you’ll fucking lose it.” My mom just nodded and put my finger in a white guaze bandage and then went downstairs to do the dishes. It really was a night like any other after all.
The finger, as it came to refered as, became something of a show and tell item and a useful learning tool as well. I learned to never again stick my finger in between things that could chop it in half and cause me to bleed uncontrolably and also how to tell my left from my right and that when setting the table the knife went on the same side of the plate as The Finger. The Finger was also a constant source of entertainment for those around me who needed just that little extra something to bother me about. It wasn’t enough that I had a last name that was a great source of fodder for those witty enough to use it but the finger now added just that much more. I had not yet learned the fine art of fighting, being only six, but soon would and with that came a whole other set of problems but ones that I learned could be fixed. Fixed was maybe the wrong word but perhaps made to go away for a time at least long enough to have to deal with another one that made the other seem to disappear. Along the line I came to like fighting but it took a while and a lot of bloody noses and stiches. I look back at those days as maybe some of the greatest days of my life. Days when I came home with blood running down the sides of my face and hands torn from running them along the pavement as I rolled with another teenager along second ave near the Biltmore bar, all the while trying to hit him just once more before I lost my hold on him. Days and nights of ripped jeans and torn shirts, girls crying as I set upon trying to punch their boyfriends lights out right in front of them. It wasn’t as if I really wanted to be a fighter it just seemed that that’s where I ended up for a while after a while. It seemed that to get along, make a place for yourself in my town you had to kick the shit out of someone. And it couldn’t be just anyone, it had to be someone bigger or with some sort of nasty reputation. And if you weren’t out looking for them, they were certainly looking for you because you’re always bigger than someone and that someone will one day pick you and if you’re not ready, beat you up. This was life in a small town. And more often than not who ever you fought ended up being your next best friend. For a long time I lived in one small town after another and it was always the same and worse when you were the new kid. And it was the same in each of the towns. We drank, we tried to get girls to go to far and we fought. And we liked it.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

the weekend, part 2...burritos, elements and ...um...art...



the psychic network and i went down to bellingham today to check out some honda elements..i've seen them before, and christian and erika have one but...i wanted to kick a few tires, talk to a salesman, etc..and i really like them, i think. not the best looking car/truck/SUV thing in the world but..so fuckin' functional. it really is an amazing vehicle in that regard-haul stuff, sleep in it, drives like a car-even though i haven't driven one i know people who own them and they say so..., and a lawnmower will fit in it...good times. i have some thinking to do.
then after the car showroom it was off to casa que pasa for a grilled chicken burrito...i love that place...the network ate too much and was a little sleepy afterwards..
we ended up later on granville island where mishi told us we had to go on a little field trip. so it was off to emily carr art school where the foundation show was going on...and let me say this, and daisley said this as well...ever since there has been an art college there and as long as there's been a foundation show, there has been a student, usually female but not always, who needs to or wants to show us their homosexual side...just because. and it's usually done in such a way that it's not even interesting but they're pretty sure it is...it's usually kinda funny or kinda embarassing...this year it's both. and as much as i don't want to post the pictures here, i have to...sorry mom...it's art. i guess...hook rug art, but still art. and let me also say this, i love art, i love art that provakes discussion and thought, this is neither. it's just funny, so i thank the atist for that at least.
have a great week kids....and don't go making any rugs...

garn xo

ps...enjoy the pics which include some giants fans i thought sum up the entire crowd there...the salt of the earth they are.






hockey, burritos and bags of grass....



here's the weekend report...as it is...
brian and i attended both games of the third round of the giants playoffs (friday and saturday night..)..it's really a great deal...$20.00 a ticket, a little white spot burger platter and you're all done for less than $40.00...ran into local rock and roller coco culbertson, i hope i spelled that correctly...she's graced the pages of the blog before..anyhow..she was there with her son, levon..i didn't see him but did have a nice chat with her. i like her...we'll all be playing baseball soon at the park near chinatown...softball for indie geeks...the game was great friday, tonight's was kinda boring but still more fun that any fuckin' canucks game..
earlier in the day it was errands, etc...cut jessica's lawn, picked up erika and christian at the bustop and gave them a ride to voltage, coffee at jj bean on powell-twice, breakfast at the templeton with the network and her pals wade and danielle...ice cream at mondo with the garbs, network and mishi...busy day...oh and an early dinner with daisley at topanga...surprise! i'm tired now...i need a nap...
i may go to bellingham tomorrow to look at honda elements...maybe i'll buy myself an early birthday present..maybe not...
enjoy the pics...

g. xo

who's sleepy?



what's so fuckin' funny?



moto and garbs...



larry.



i washed larry for the first time since having him painted ...he looks good...still some work to be done but...



the psychic network...



nice buddy...

Friday, April 21, 2006

to tell the truth...



and the twilight singers...a new cd/album is in the works...i think it's actually already been released on vinyl but the cd is set for release on may 16th...i'll be there....

you know...i try and tell the truth as much as possible, which is all the time. it's not always the best thing for everyone involved but, i do it. sure there are times i bend it a little but usually only to people i don't know that well, where it won't matter. but to the ones i love, care about, etc., i do tell the truth. everyone should give it a try. did someone lie to me? maybe. just maybe. not that it matters much because it doesn't but...oh well...the proof is in the pudding they say.

love you all

g. xo

al dreams of tents and drugs...the ipod appears...



al has been thinking, as i once was, of buying into the new woodward's building development. i have backed out, for now, but al is still making calls, getting a wwristband, etc...eric put a poster up above al's desk to keep him motivated...



and look what showed up today. the fuckin' ipod nano telus promised me four months and about fifty e.mails ago...well, all's well that ends well i suppose. i wonder if morgan still wants to buy it...fawn also gave me my wings cd back..i didn't or at least wasn't sure she had it...i hate the beatles but there sure are some great wings songs...i think it was all denny laine's doing...i could be wrong.

have fun....

xoxoxoxoxoxo g.

oh..ps... i wrote a letter to those Aircare fucks as well...they called me and long story short, say sorry but, i'm not getting my $23.00 back...screw you sucker... fuck 'em.

bring on the queen...



dairy queen that is! anyone who knows me well will know that i love a good dilly bar or peanut buster parfait but that i have a little trouble with the dairy aspect of this treat...so..last night after i had dinner with the beautiful and fabulous-and especially great smelling, fawn last night she turned to me and said, wanna go to dairy queen? sure, why not...after a big bowl of tan tan noodles i like nothing more than chowing down on a creamy dairy treat...so we rounded up the garbs and mishi and off to the denman dairy queen we went. good times...i had a pecan mudslide as did mishi, fawn had a med. chocolate sundae and the garbs a chocolate brownie overload thingy...nice. i'm paying a little for it now but what the fuck...? good times..maybe not...
i may be getting a shipment today that i have been waiting for for over four months...we'll see..i'll let ya know...see if those idiots finally come through with their promise.
more later as it all comes together...or not...

g. xo

Thursday, April 20, 2006

once you know...



i know a few things. i have been told this. i know things i don't want to know, i know things that kill my heart with every thought a them, i know things that are great and amazing and wonderful, i know a lot of shit, man. i know that i have one, if not the best, mother in the world. i know i have a father who, while we've been at odds from time to time, loves me and even though he doesn't always get me, gets me. i know i have great friends who put up with me over and over-this amazes me to no end. i know i do a great job at my work, even though i drive some of the people i work with insane, and them, me. i know there are things that are kept from me, have been kept from me, will be kept from me. and that's ok. i know more of these things than i let on that i know and that's probably better in the end as well.
i know i'm a pretty good friend. i know. i know i can be a tough guy to love or even like. i know that. but i also know that i do everything with the best of intentions and never to hurt anyone. sure, i've been mad at people, upset and formulated plans to get back at them, hatched shitty plans to get my way and let it be known i am not one to be fucked with...but, ultimately, i never put any of these into motion. what's the point i usually say to myself...and i'm happy i have left well enough alone.
i know there are people out there who love me and people i love very much as well. i know. i know a few things. i have a head full things i'd love to forget. and so many others things i'd love to know, but maybe never will. and that's ok too.
i know i am capable of a love so deep it kills me, but makes me feel so alive at the same time. i love that. i hate that.
i'm not sure why i'm saying any of this except to say this...and i have said this before...one day i won't be able to tell any of you this stuff anymore...tell you i love you, that i value our friendships, our time together-even though for the most part i think the world is a big bowl of festering shit, you kids make it all worthwhile...even those of you who drive me crazy..maybe i love you the most. probably.
i know a few things. maybe more than i should. and that's ok. a burrito'll make that all go away.

g. xo

and the judge said....



"nope, sorry"
that's right. i went to court today and tried to get all my parking tickets reduced to the original fine amount...nope. no good. it was worth a try but, in the end, i had to write a pretty big cheque...good times...as good as a dog sticking it's head out the window...
good thing i have a job...
good bbq action last night...free range chicken, asparagus, zuccini, potatoes, yams, US indie beer...nice...i'm hungry...
LUNCHTIME!!!!

g. xo

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

retro pics...why the fuck not?




the psychic network is going to st. louis so here's a pic of that town to get her all worked up about that. i've told her she has to go to the bowling hall of fame while she's there...good times...good times...
also a pic of mishi and italo..great guy...love that guy...
funny how you remember things..when i took the photo of the sunset on the colorado border that night heading back from st. louis to vancouver, i was listening to broken social scene...over and over....wierd.

g. xo


retro fawn(zie)


hey look! it's fawn at hooters! nice...
i love that girl...

g. xo

the all new comet fender couch...try it out...



last night, as i sat and had dinner with corie and mark at topanga cafe, something happened that i was at a loss for what to do about it...does that make sense? anyhow...i had run into a few friends there, i'll not use any names as i don't want to piss anyone off...but we all chatted and i showed one of them my car because they had heard i had an old car and wanted to see it. i told him the story about the paint and all the trials that went along with it...the pain, the money, etc. we then went our own way and ate dinner at our respective tables...when they left, before us, they came over to our table and said good-bye and there were a fews hugs etc...then it happened...i looked outside to see the guy, who i had been talking with, who happens to be in his 40's and knows much better, sitting on the fender of my car waving his hands around and having a great old time...nice. i didn't know what to do..i was stunned...i haven't had a good chance in some decent light to have a look at the fender but if there's a scratch i'm gonna lose it...
ok..i feel a little better now...
after dinner i went to mishi's and fixed their internet..i guess it's been down for a few days and the telus idiots were of no help to them...in ten minutes it was all done..surf garbs surf!
when i got home there was the lovely glow of movie lights coming in through my livingroom windows...thank god i have a wall in the bedroom/loft area of i would have been up for a while...i did manage a picture of how it lit up the king ken gorillas...whatever..
tonight the psychic network is coming over and we're gonna bba up something...i don't know what yet but something...she spent part of the weekend dancing in seattle so i'm sure there will be stories to be told...i stayed home and cleaned my house...maybe i should rent a dvd...

more details as they develop...

g. xo

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

shop talk and the new kaws 12 step program...




things are slowing down a little on this show which is nice. but we're going to be heading right into another one so the rest right now is nice, not that it's really a rest...just calmer..sort of - but the cheques still show up on thursday...good times..and i need them...
and here's why....



yup another Kaws toy...now i have three of the set of five. the pink and white are the hard ones though. the pink goes for around $450 USD and the white for close to $1000 USD...so...it'll be a while, or never to get those...one day.
i think they should start a 12 step program for collectors of Kaws' toys...i'm fuckin' serious...sure, it's an investment but i do feel like a dork sometimes...but they are pretty fuckin' cool..
going for dinner with an old friend tonight. he lives in kits but i never see him. mark mushet, great guy. i feel badly because i'd like to see him more but i work so much, terrible excuse, that i never do. he's busy as well...i love him like a brother...it'll be great to see him.
other big news coming soon but i can't say yet what it is... but boy on boy...it's good...

more as it develops...

g. xoxo

Sunday, April 16, 2006

comfort zones and comfort food...and more retro...



i held my own last night at the alibi room...a place that makes me crazy (and my social anxiety doesn't help either...), usually, but last night it was ok. the psychic network and i went to her friend's joint birthday thingy there. we got there early with the idea of leaving early as well...i had fish and chips which made it a little more casual i suppose but also had some root vegetable fritters that were kinda nice with some gaot cheese i'm paying for a little now..or maybe it was a revello i had when i got home...either way...i met a nice guy there named matt who work for hazco, an environmental disposal company...anyhow, i have use dhis company before to get rid of shit we don't want or need anymore...nice guy. he has done a lot of the similar roadtrips i have so we had some things in common in that regard.
another typical spring day here in the 'couv...nice. i decided it was best to do some needed cleaning around here...do some laundry, wash the floors, swiffer-it's a noun now, dust, vacuum, etc...it's good...i like it like this....and i still have the rest of the day to do shit...
daisley and i are going to go to the giants playoff game tonight. could be the last one in this round...i love those games. cheap action...veggie burgers and coke...and then between the second and third period, ice cream bars...or hagen das bars..or whatever...

more retro...

i love you.

g. xo