line of the day 15

"no cushion for the pushin'"
- the (other) debutante

"alexa mcdonnough made me cry today."
- genesis

tie.

is love enough?

this was the question posed during my first euro-date with le big belge and his quebecois friends... it would become a pass-time of ours to ask these questions around the dinner table and dissect each others answers. my answer in february 2005: yes, of corpse... my answer in june 2005: no... close, but no cigar. a conversation two weeks ago with the fish taco caused me to reconsider. she argued that shared values were just as important... of corpse they are! why didn't i think of that? thoughts?

fallopia cleopatra

well hello there... a couple interesting developments have occurred of late:
1. an interesting evening of crown royal yeilded new insights into our good friend genesis, whom we were shocked to learn likes dick in his butt... who knew? moreover, t-tunt renamed herself 'the fish taco' making it a memorable night for all.
2. evil has a job. quelle surprise.
3. an afternoon of beer and marijuana with my good friend fallopia cleopatra, provided further insights on the inherent one-ness of the universe... i suspect she was also gauging my ability to father her children, although i'm uncertain whether the weed was clouding my judgement on this. at any rate, i conceeded my sexual predisposition to her early on in our conversation.
4. it's been agreed by most of us that fresh meat is required to keep our circle interesting. a recruitment campiagn is underway.... any ideas?

the rocky mountain trip

name the orifice!

i'm back boys and girls... so my rocky mountain excurison was delightful. the australians (and associated canadians) saved the day for me. foriegners can be terrible. the germans were awful and the british can't even take a poo without asking the tour guide's permission. this mysterious orifice is dedicated to them. the australians were the only ones colourful and eccentric enough to be interesting... there are photographs of me in drag in kelowna with some australians, one of whom was wearing a skeletor mask... if i get my hands on one of those shots, i'll post it on the blog... i promise...

but back in vansterdam now and am looking for mischief...

line of the day 14

"i'm really good in bed. when it comes to oral sex, t-tunt serves it up right."
- t-tunt

"bring over the half-breed sandwich!"
- the puss

tie.

line of the day 13

"i don't want him to eat my shit, i just hope he doesn't have bad teeth..."
- the puss

line of the day 12

"i'm think i'm losing time... like...."
- pooninderjit

off to vansterdam

photo courtesy of le big belge

well, now that the big belge has checked out, i am left with the gruesome chore of packing up my life here in blahtawa for storage with hot suzy. and so it ends faithful readers. my months of trashing ottawa life will come to an end tomorrow when i hop the big bird back to vancouver for the summer. it's not the ideal scenario for me right now, but i have managed to put a positive spin on things. i met with a professor yesteday who (rare for an ottawa academic) actually inspired me. so, on the advice of this professor (aka: my new best friend), i have decided to deep-six my last eight months of research at [b-list canadian university] and will now redirect my intellectual focus onto to vancouver and all that makes that city so fucking cool.

i will become a vancouverologist.

you read it here first boys and girls... the city will become my petri dish. i will leave no stone unturned, searching for answers as to what makes vancouver such a unique city in canada and internationally... the endless prodding and emotional blackmail of genesis, puss and poon has finally paid off. evil is back.