As noisy kids outside my bedroom window jump up and down on an old rusty trampoline, I silently pray that they fall through the glass patio door that they have so smartly placed the trampoline next to. Or that one of their head bounces off the deck that looms above the trampoline. All that seems capable coming out of their mouths are swear words, I mean I swear a lot, but its as if these kids are practicing for some sort of swearing award.

I was able to get my hands on a copy of the move OUTLANDER before it hits the rental shelves this Tuesday, and let me tell you, it is a feast for the eyes. The story is outstanding and they way they mixed the Sci-Fi with Fantasy is enough to make lovers of both genres lust for more. I often found myself wondering if they would attempt to do a prequel for this film, I think they would be able to pull it off amazingly.

Went out last night with my brother and watched STAR TREK, and all the rumors are true, it is fantastic. My brother and I both went into the film never once watching and episode of the old television shows, nor any of the other movies that came out before it. We were both pleasantly surprised that we enjoyed the movie so much, I was more impressd by the fact that Bryan (my brother) liked it as much as he did, as he does not like the Sci-Fi genre at all. I mean the dude hasn't even seen Star Wars for fuck sakes. But he liked this movie a lot.

It seems that summer's sky and heat is upon us these days, I spent the weekend doing these damn training modules rather than basking in the golden rays of sun in back yard. We put the gazebo up, my mom potted some flowers and now we await the first barbecue dinner outside. I spent the rest of my day outside reading A Game Of Thrones, a novel by George R. R. Martin, so much has already happened in this book and I'm not even half way through.

So now I go to watch something and let my mind veg, still hoping that one of them tumbles through that glass patio door they are bouncing next to. Or maybe one of their heads bounce off the deck that looms just above and to the side of the trampoline while I listen to their smart language as they jump on their smartly placed trampoline.

Protesters and a Lady in Scarlet

I woke up to a beautiful morning this morning, the sun was shining and the robin that is tucked away underneath the balcony sitting on her blue eggs was singing her merry song. And people said we were going to get snow, snow on May the 17^th, God I hope not, I’ve seen enough of that flakey white stuff until next year thank you very much.

The last couple of days at work we’ve had a protester, carrying a sign stating that we do not honour agreements; it’s quite funny as the man was leaving out store, after slamming down our customer service telephone rattling the pictures in their frames he stormed out saying

“I’m coming back with a sign!”

To which I replied “Right On!!!”

And he did, he came back with a sign and stood there for three and a half hours until the dark consumed him, and he looked at his watch and stormed off. He was back the next day, I wasn’t there but he was back with his sign and people were almost hitting him with their cars. I hear that a Police officer went up and wrote him a ticket. I mean what this man is protesting about is his own damn fault. He owes a lot of money to the company the company won’t turn his services back on until he’s paid it. I feel bad and not so bad at the same time; because no one should have to take the verbal abuse that we did while trying to help this man out.

On another, brighter note, I went shopping for books yesterday after work. I wanted to pick up two, but ended walking out of Chapters with three. It’s funny; it seems as if my feet just lead me towards the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section when I’m in there. I do love all kinds of books but I’ve been jonesin to read Terry Pratchett ever since I finished Good Omens.

I found his section and picked up The Colour of Magic and then went about looking at the Neil Gaiman books that I don’t have, I ended up grabbing Fragile Things and headed up to the checkout. Now I don’t know if this has ever happened to you, have you ever seen a girl that burns her image into your retinas? I have. As I was walking I noticed this girl she was wearing scarlet plaid and scarlet boots, on her head were white and scarlet headphones, I couldn’t help but stare at her, she had a slender body and holding a book of poetry and when she looked at me she had the deepest brown eyes that I had ever seen.

I mustered up the courage to offer a moronic smile and continued on my way to the check out. As I was standing in line I remembered about George R. R. Martin and I wondered if they had any of his books there, I ended up paying for my books and was on my way out when and found myself in the fantasy section once again, I found the book I was looking for with the assistance of a sales rep and headed back to the cash. And on the way back I looked down the poetry section to see if that girl was still there, she was, and as I walked I stared, once again I couldn’t help it, I looked away nervously just as she looked at me and just avoided crashing into a sales rep.

While waiting in line to pay for my third book of the day I could feel eyes on me, I turned around to see the girl in the scarlet sitting on a foot stool in the corner of the poetry section, staring at me, when I looked at her she focused intently on her poetry book. I screamed at myself to go say hi but then another voice said that I really didn’t have anything interesting to say. And so I left the book store with her image in my brain that haunted my dreams last night. I realize now that her and I had something in common and I should have started off with something like “Who’s your favourite poet?” But no I just smiled like an idiot and walked out of Chapters.

That’s how it goes though, I’m usually really good with people but when a certain type of woman comes along I get all flummoxed and don’t know what to do, it’s as if my tongue swells and the words rearrange themselves from brain to mouth. I wonder if I ever see her again if I will grow a pair and say hullo.

Time for some tea and Terry Prattchett.

I was going through a note book of mine today that I haven't looked since the snow stopped falling and found some writings that I completely forgotten about. I was surprised because I had thought that I hadn't written anything worth while in the winter and while reading this "winter" notebook, I realized that no matter what one writes, even if one thinks it is garbage, to keep it, because when one look upon it with fresh eyes, it may just start to glimmer and take shape.

These entries do not have titles, they are just what they are, I think they are just musing s from my muddled mind back when the winter had me in its grasp.


He looked into its eyes
and saw there, the fiery
pits of hell.

Nambus raged and rose
into the air with a flap
of his leathery torn wings
snarling.

And he was Shaken, to
his very marrow. With a
tightening grasp on his
staff his confidence grew.

Closing his eyes, he
channelled his spirit
into his crooked wooden
staff.


This Dream, this Nightmare

I dream of a man
who feels like a demon
his eyes, full of malice
and hate are locked upon
me.

He stalks me with his
clawed hand, screeching
and grinding along hunks
of jagged metal

He smiles as he spits
the twisted perversions
he wants to inflict upon me.

I trudge on, a boiler
smokes and steams.

I trudge on, a boiler
smokes and steams.

I trudge on, a boiler
smokes and steams.

This dream, this nightmare
becomes real.

A face twisted with evil
and scarred by flame
stops and mocks
"One, two, Freddy's coming
for you.



Now i see, just how
bad it is, everyday
we hear of young men
buying their tickets to
their afterlives, while we
sit back and watch
the minute hand slowly
pass us by. When
will we all stand up
and take action, make
our voices heard? Weren't
we the future at some point?



the wind kept me
up all night, whistling
that low morose
note through out the buildings
I woke up and it greeted
me good morning
as it danced through
out the trees while
i tread lightly on
melting snow morphed
into treacherous ice.

Nature Surrounded by Civilization?

Well I decided to go back into the forest today armed with my camera, I woke up and the first thing that came to my mind was, I need to walk the dog and the second thing was, I should take her to the forest. And as soon as we entered we were greeted by a bird song, I'm not too sure but I believe it was a Chickadee's song.

Entrance to the path, where you forget about civilization for a few moments.

Yesterday I had taken her through the forest where she had a blast sniffing and snorting all the old smells she hadn't sniffed and snorted in quite some time. It has changed quite a bit since I walked her through there last, trees were blown over in the storm a that sent my barbecue cartwheeling into my neighbours yard. You remember the one.

Trees batted down as if they were reeds
of grass.

I really believe that these little paths they have placed sporadically through out my hometown are to be treasured. I often find myself wondering when these too will be felled to make space for our ever growing city. I think they should be kept for children to grow up in and be inspired by.


I tied Maggie up to a branch so that I could get a better angle of this fallen tree, it turns out she didn't like it at first but then she found some new smell and started sniffing around again, and snorting like a little piglet.

Maggie wondering where the hell I was going.

As we were heading out of the little path we could hear Chris Isacc's I want to Fall In Love playing in someone's backyard, and then we came to the exit and were suddenly surrounded by suburbia once more, it came as quite the shock that something so beautiful as nature could be surrounded by something so dull as civilization.

One of my favourtie trees, its actually wrapping its
branch around another tree.

Keg Party and Mother's Day

So here we are, the day after mother's day and I really don't know what to blog about. But I feel as if I should be entering something in here today. Yesterday afternoon I woke up bleary eyed and with a marching band playing what felt like the Notre Dame fight song inside my head.

You see, I found myself at a keg party the previous night after work, I walked down into this tiny basement and could hardly fit down the stair well, there were people talking and laughing, on a couch I saw what I thought was a small horse at first, but then I realized that it was a Great Dane whose name was Mary-Jane. A guy approached me with long hair and cargo shorts and said

"You wanna drink the keg, ten bucks."

So I paid, and ran into some old friends I hadn't seen in quite some time and hung out with them, all in all I only got two drinks from the damn keg, but then they filled the stall the keg was in with bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and once you start drinking the Pabst you're done for. Ended up going downtown armed with four unopened beers jammed into my pockets that I downed on the way to the bars.

At the end of the night I found myself in my old apartment with my old roommates watching Pulp Fiction and the Special Olympics, I think there was twenty seconds watching soft core porn while channel surfing. My old room mate offered to drive me home, as everyone was falling asleep, he hadn't been drinking, when I got home the sun was just coming up and I could hear the first morning songs of the birds.

I passed out in my clothes only to wake up around noon and give my mom a huge hug and kiss. She said I smelled horribly, so I went and showered and got ready for the day.

We all went over to my brother's place and had barbecue and a fantastic time. Where I got made fun of a lot, but that's what my family does, we tease the hell out of each other. So once again
Happy Mother's Day to all the ladies that raise their children with love and compassion.

Myself, Bryan, Baby Lydia, Chewi and Mom
(I love how I'm grimacing more than smiling.)

Spring in my Step.

You may notice that I have a little spring in my step today, that is probably because I just finished writing the first draft for the little novel I've been working on. I came up with the idea for it a couple weeks back, and did an outline and set the goal of writing a chapter a day, well I set my goal and I blew the damn thing up. The novel has ten chapters in it, so I thought that it would be ten days to write it, well I did it in nine, and now I'm thinking of heading off to a local Staples and printing it all off and then putting it away for awhile. You know to let it simmer.

On another note, on Sunday while I was working my entire family seemed to come into the video store and surprise me with my other brother who has been living in Spain for the past couple of months. They were bugging me lovingly like they do when I see this guy walking around and I thought to myself that dude looks like Bryan and it was him, I was so shocked that all that came out of my mouth were the words "What the fuck?" It's good to see him although he has picked up the habit of wearing shoes in the house.

So the past couple of days have been really amazing and I can't wait until I start editing this new work I've been working on. It's the first time I've set a goal in a long time and actually accomplished it. I realize that a lot of authors don't get picked up on their first try and I know that some will say that my story is horrible drivel, but I did work really hard on it and enjoyed the time I spent inside my imagination while my fingers typed the story.