"why are you looking at me like that?"

so im sitting here and stefanie just farted and blamed it on me. how typical.

copper and stars

first snow storm of the year. its funny how it makes people drive like old farts. im extremely happy i managed to get a brand new winter jacket for 35$ that is actually warm. outside hockey is around the corner and my foot is getting better. i think i am going to organize another big 10 cup this year.

last night was the attack in black, ladyhawk, barn burner show at sala rossa. decent show, and the food that was put out before the show was awesome. i left after i was done packing up my drums to head down to the last planes mistaken for stars show in montreal. theyre werent many people there which was sad to see. but after 5 years of listening and going to see that band, they FINALLY played the song i wanted to hear.

when i walk i look like a clumsy old man. youre more than welcome to laugh at me.

its snowing again.

attack defend attack again

i just received the cursed one re-press in the mail today. fuck does 180 gram vinyl sound good.

the snow has arrived. ive started walking on my heel. whoa, is that exciting. looks like i got fucked up the ass really hard.

the barn burner recording sounds good.

i want to eat chicken wings.

weekend nachos

so last weekend proved to live up to its hype, which is a fresh change from the norm. in my current state, i could care less that its a weekday, weekend or a holiday. days just roll by at an extremely slow pace. when i was working, i looked forward to the weekend, a chance to truly party. normally they would be alright but never lived up to the over-hyped expectations that we all had for them. anyways, last weekend ruled.

friday = awesome party. place got jam packed, i fell over, some idiot started playing with my crutches, goddamn was that guy stupid. go take more artsy club kid pictures of yourself, dumbass. beer tornadoes, no shirts, emma's tits out(so you know it was raging) and too much whiskey.

saturday was the black ships, barn burner, snake master, die brucke show at the black dot. i somehow managed to cut my finger pretty badly at my house on a lamp before the show. so not only did i play twice with a broken foot, but my finger was also bleeding all over the place. show was awesome, everyone liked all the bands. snake master is the coolest metal band you can think of.

i am a walking disaster these days. what the fuck.

i want nachos.

bay of pigs

so i decided to hop on the internet band wagon. no, i didnt get a facebook, nor will i ever. no need to network with brock mcdonald or kyle scott. instead, i got a blog. i think it will be pretty useful for me since i am often away on trips with bands and such. i will be able to chronicle upcoming trips more thoroughly on here instead of trying to tell incoherent and broken stories with multiple pauses when i get home. i know that i am horrible at that. so here it is, my first ever blog.

as many of you know, my foot got run over by a jerk about a month ago. two broken bones and a lot of ligament damage later, i am stuck sitting here at home. many of you would love to be in the place that i am right now, but, alas, i fucking hate it. i like to move around, i actually like my job (most of the time anyway), so to sit around for three months isnt a choice i would of normally made.

was it an accident? no, it wasnt. did the cops come? yes, they did. did they do anything? no, they didnt.

go figure.

i love the province that i live in, but i seriously think our justice system is backyards. if not for the linguistic issues at the scene, would i of been treated differently? do we live in the 21st century? you would think that as the world becomes more of an open market for nearly everything (shopping, networking, population shifts, etc) that in a city such as montreal, everyone would be bilingual, especially the police. dont they have to take a fucking test for that shit?

on a personal level, i generally dont really like cops. ive seen them in their training at my old cegep, and thought they were jerks there. in my lifetime, ive met a couple of nice ones. the "accident" only furthered my hate for them. as hypocritical as it may sound, the only time i actually needed them to do something (well actually the third time, but im not going to get into that now), they failed me as a citizen. even with two witnesses (oh wait, they were english, i guess that doesnt count right?), they refused to take statements from our point of view. but the other party (mr. meathead), got to give his statement, all in the natural language of the land. how ironic is that?

in the end, i am just hoping for a little justice and for this meathead to not get away with it. he's probably still laughing with his buddies about the time he "ran over that stupid punk". if its either through the justice system or through a concoction of my own devices, he'll get his.

thats it for now, had to get that off my chest.