Only slept a couple hours last night. Mind is thinking too fast and about too much.

Blue Ramona is finally live! Up next, the Cancon Hall of Shame...

You know what else? Harry Knowles is a tool. Check out Coming Attractions if you want movie info.

I was looking for a calendar today. In the process I rediscovered that I hate the Pre-Raphaelites. On one level they're okay and kind of neat. But on another they were obsessed with an idealised version of the middle ages that never existed (although great for Hollywood and geeks with bad personal hygene and +5 chainmail). A return to middle ages would be great for them because they were all loaded and wouldn't be slogging mud out in the fields. Plus their paintings and poetry are pretty uneven as a whole. When they were on, they were good; when they were off...it's a cold fish across the face. Yeah they're important in the grand scheme of things...but they still suck.

I witnessed 2 neighbourhood cats having sex on the sidewalk this fine Christmas morn.

Looking for a stalker? In my quest for a Clem Burke picture I stumbled into Starlust. With a search result like "Jed's fantasy about Clem Burke" how can you resist not clicking?

Actually Dr. Zonk and the Zunkins was on my mind but this is sort of the same - Coming up Rosie.
 
I was also thinking that my all-star band, would have either Bun E. Carlos or Clem Burke on drums. Just because.....

Even the phone booths in Prince George are sexy.
Hot Damn!

Bronte wants to say Merry Christmas

Pushkin says Happy New Year

Back home safely. The cats haven't killed each other and they haven't shit or puked anywhere I can see.
 
Simple rules for travelling: always have a book you *want* to read as opposed to one that you think you might enjoy; try to have a back up magazine with lots of articles (I prefer Q or Wired); hope that the hipster doofus gets seated somewhere away from you so you don't have to listen to his inane banter for the flight; keep essential items in your carry-on. My magical talisman for safe travelling is to have at least one Roxy Music recording with me. Don't ask, it's a long story. This trip - "Country Life" and "Stranded" saw me through.

Things I learned in Prince George:

1. The next round of retro fashion trends and hair can be found here because 80s rock never left
2. Baseball caps are not a statement but required headwear
3. Everyone drives a kingcab
4. Mr. PG is made of recycled septic pipe

My jaw is killing me this morning and my tongue feels swollen. Must be from all the bullshitting.

I think Arby's has some sort of alcohol negating properties. 3 glasses of Crown Royal and some of Uncle Wally's special reserve and I didn't feel anything.

Before embarking on this trip I was predisposed to blog "the horror, the horror" at this point. However, this whole thing has become a bit of a disorganised non-event. Not a train wreck or even a derailment. More like was there a train? Did anybody get on board? Hope that over the long run everything turns out for the best for the couple.

Off to an awesome start. But where to begin?
 
Woke up around 4:30 to do last minute packing and stuff and to the airport at 8. Feel like I haven't done anything to prepare because I don't even know what flight I'm on. Check in - everything's fine for our flight but minutes later, the flight is delayed an hour. So we settle in for the wait - an hour isn't too bad. Then the flight is suddenly pushed back 2 more hours because of delays in B.C. and there's no plane to board. Now it's like I could have gotten up at 8, kicked back at home, and got to the airport at 12. So we're all given $8 dollars for lunch and a credit for our next flight on WestJet and told to go back out of security, try to relax, and come back to the gate at 12:30. Now I'm in the mindset to wait it out, probably finish Brian Eno's Diary, watch traveling crazies, maybe get a quick massage. The relatives at the other end have been notified not to come pick us up at the airport for another 3 hours. Then mere minutes after that call is made, they announce the final boarding for our plane. What the fuck???? Now a plane load of people are rushing back to other side of the airport to get onboard (who knows if we all made it). No time to call ahead to alert everybody that we're actaully coming in earlier (one of the few times I could actually use a cell phone). And the credit towards our next flight is revoked. Where did this plane come from? Is it safe? Is it feuled? Maybe we'll crash in the mountains and we'll have to eat each other to survive.
 
I have a feeling this is going to be the highlight of this trip.......

Even more dreams about work. But when did the office get the HO scale village for the hamster?

I hate dreaming about work. Why are work dreams always so real - except for the part about Mike deWit living in a frat house.
 
On the other hand, I've got nothing against the cats constantly jumping into the bathtub. Only not right after they've been in the litterbox and leave muddy paw prints everywhere. Stinky sticky poo poo paws. Blah!

This link is from the superpants site. It generates random sites by Scientologists. Keep clicking this link and watch what happens in the other window. You too can witness the freedom of thought these money grubbing dolts are allowed. Along with this is superpants's great Explorer exclusion note.

A helpful tip for commuting by bike in the winter. Always leave your bike in a gear you can get home in. Chances are that your cables will freeze up during the day and you won't be able to shift going home.

Somebody left a pile of chunky puke in the corner. I think it was Pushkin because Bronte usually chews her food more.

Since the season is upon us, it's time for the Throwdown in Christmastown!
 
Check out past challenges - Rumble in the Claymation Jungle

Things I re-discovered this weekend:
1) Despite meaning to mail cards to more friends and family, I'll probably have the same track record as past years. 2) I'm not writing enough because my penmanship has sunk even lower judging from the cards I've managed to get in the mail. 3) Even though I planned to buy more presents earlier, I didn't. 4) Along with that, even though I planned to get good gifts for everyone, my purchases so far have hit an all time low. 5) I have toque-head from wearing a one all weekend in this bloody deep freeze.

fuckedcompany are you watching?

I wonder if he knows about the secret tunnels now.   R.I.P. Colonel

I just can't resist a Biased History Of Glam Rock

I'm announcing to the world that they're getting crappy presents from me this Christmas.

Just realised I've never linked up the Pimpadelic Wonderland

Sometimes I can't decide what piece of software is the crappiest. Right now the Real Player is on my all time hit list. Constantly dropping connections, screwing up other plugins in my browsers, always seeming to expire so it'll have to install again and try to sneak more crap into my system, and giving really shitty playback. Don't know what all it does on the PC side but I haven't heard good things there either.

Covered in gravy, Texas style!

Thank Bryce for this one. Sometimes a page is so bad it's good....
Johns Bigfoot Picture Page.

My brain really hurts after the last 2 weeks.