Brave New World

Depart:Guelph, Ontario
-A 2250 mile drive.
-A 58 hour bus ride.
-Layovers in cities, rural towns, and a metropolis.
-Bad food, good sights, and a lot of nothing.
-A lot.
-One window to rest my head on.
-Six am drive from the station.
Arrive: Bragg Creek, Alberta

I've had choices to run, chances to leave, and opportunities to go. This is the reckless decision I finally decided on. I'm moving across the country to work in a camp kitchen. To spend my days off cycling in the foothills, and hiking mountains. To spend hours wrapped up in a book, not smog, not traffic, and not attitudes.

That being said there are tons of things I'll miss, not limited to:
- The ability to go visit my best friend at work and get free ice cream.
- Staying up all night playing video games and debating the most effective use of a chainsaw gun.
- Pronunciation, spelling, and the proper use of the word durp.
- Loading, unloading, loading, and unloading instruments for 25 minutes of playing time.
- Driving 20 total hours for one deep dish pizza and seeing a hero.
- Buzzer beaters, full counts, and shootouts with my polish comrade.

I plan on writing in this at the very least every Sunday, to recap my failures, injuries, and social miscues. Between this and The Decay blog, you should be able to get your fill in of self-deprecating humour.

I leave August 3rd at 10:30pm EST
I arrive August 6th at 6:30 am EST

Bon voyage.

I bought a keyboard.
I learned songs from Zelda and Final Fantasy.
Girls still don't like me.

The new social networking

About two weeks ago I was in Chapters with Rebecca, and I bumped into a Chef I worked with at the Aberfoyle Mill. Steve was actually the person who mainly got me into punk music. So I saw him and he asked what I was up to, and I told him I was spending my days playing video games. He asked if I was looking for work and I told him I wasn't so much looking as applying to one online job a day, and then returning to my fight against Ganondorf.

After much inner protest, I started working last Thursday. I forgot how awesome working in a kitchen was. Firstly, an actual physical job is great. Second, I came to the conclusion that owning tools and having cuts and burns on your hands was the essence of being a man.

In other news, Skate 2 just came out and I've been playing it non stop. Also books are cool and I don't sleep anymore.

Eating garbage puts hair on your chest.

Jesse Sam Jeff

A couple days ago we did some shots in an attempt to find the cover for the CD we recorded. All the pictures were shot by Rebecca Fullan and they were all amazing, gigantic thanks to her. I think the idea was pretty spectacular but we could get it better with some fine tuning. Most of the hilarity/energy was coming from Sam.

About three hours before we were going to do it We got a message saying Sam had cut 90% of his finger off. We thought that he wouldn't be able to make it so we started looking into finding another person. With time running out we got a call from Sam asking us to pick him up from the Hospital, because he was still coming. Obviously, with Sam having a giant bandage, a gross beard and "stained" underwear (he spilled water over himself, not pee I promise) it was amazing. I think we may do another shoot with just Sam. Basically it would be the same idea, but with three Sam's.

If you want to download the CD its right here: http://www.sendspace.com/file/a1ep3m

Outside of band news, I finally found a job as a cook at Bobby O'Brien's in Guelph. Back to the kitchen for me I guess. My other band is recording again, this time we just might get things right.

Also, I tracked down my Nintendo 64 and a copy of Ocarina of time, so I'm playing that every waking moment until I start work on Saturday.

Barrie sucks.

Just how realistic can a game be when your character is unable to shave his head, or have mental breakdowns and mood swings?

Started a new band.

Upset.