The old house is in better shape than I was led to believe but Skylab is slowly being sucked into the vortex of the stove pipe coming through the floor. The Tower Room is a fly infestation. But the house is pretty much how it always is: bathroom highly unusable, water pump failing, Monkey Man's cheery offspring no doubt lurking in the walls and ceiling.

Driving fast on red mud country roads has a fun rally car feeling. Doing it at night has a night stage rally car feel. No skunks, foxes, or potatos were harmed during these events. I also refrained from tossing bottles at mailboxes and signs while driving.

Today the Powerpuff Girls saved me. Server problems created havoc for trying to connect to anything on this side of the island. An old powerpuff e-mail account was the only thing that was able to connect to everything properly.

Some daily activities. Get up, shower (this is a major event since most of the bathrooms here in the past should have been blown up). Drink some of the world's worst coffee which my mom seems to be able to make even more horrible everyday. Watch fishing boats from front window. Wander or drive country roads aimlessly. Sit in kitchens. Meet people who's names have been quoted for years to me but haven't got a clue about.

Some helpful hints to those who think Anne of Green Gables is real person: All pop comes in glass bottles here. The bears were killed in the great fire. Dinner = Lunch. It's "Ah" instead of "Eh" at the end of sentences. Cahrr = car. Big Erics have fish in them.

It's always important to stay on top of trends
Out: Frying Pan Killer
In: Rolling Pin Killer

Cars and roads are some of the things that have improved here. But my mental image of the true PEI vehicle is still a huge rusted out boat with the backseat filled with empty pop bottles, any available farm tool, or the recently replaced fuel pump.

I saw a fox with the bushiest tail ever scamper through the back yard this morning. The guard donkey scared him away from the barn next door. This evening I saw the northern lights.

Toronto Airport blows chunks.

The Unwatchable Torment Of The Ya Ya Sisterhood. Large (and I DO mean large) man in a Keith Haring print MuMu. Pasta seafood salad which I dare not touch.

For such a wee shaving knick, it sure bled a lot.

4:30am. This is going to be a long fucking day...

A friend just sent me a copy of the SDS occupation test. I was hoping it would tell me that I should retrain as something financially rewarding or practical. Instead I got the results I expected like Concrete Sculptor and Ornament Maker. At least it's better than when I took one of the first computer version eons ago in high school and I got results for funeral director, fire chief, and farmer.

Wallmart must have some kind of gravitational force displacement ray happening. No matter what time of the day you go in or how busy it is, the aisles create a human log jam. It's almost as if the gravitational mass of people is being pulled to one spot. Then they turn on the slow motion ray as you approach the checkout, forcing you to stand in line longer than it took to find the damn cat food you came for.

This is becoming the presentation version of adding giant click me buttons.

Recipe for presentation. Here's some completely unrelated images. Here's an ungodly logo. We don't know what he'll talk about so ignore points outlined in summary. Don't know sequence of topics - he likes to ramble. Make it pretty. But make sure there's kids in it.

My mom forgot it was her birthday today.

Online translators are fun

GRANADA . - The running Laiseka Robert, of the equipment Euskaltel Euskadi, that Wednesday underwent a face traumatismo with important loss of blood, recovers "with normality" of the operation which he was put under in the Hospital of Traumatología of Granada and will remain a month of loss.

Original article

 Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
 Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinova la paura!

This is your brain...this is your brain on Twizzlers

I like how the eyes are all wonky in this catscan. I can see all corners of the room at once.

My new goal for finding a place to live will be to find a place where the landlord hasn't tried to fix the plumbing, electric wiring, or tiling.

Now we know he's bald (he must be talking with Shatner's people). But the more pressing question being asked...

Is Ben Affleck the second coming of Steve Guttenberg?

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Last night's dream involved doing an uphill time trial. It quickly went from being a race uphill on a bike to running stairs inside a 1900s apartment with a task to do at each floor landing. The final task on the top floor was to do was to slip out the window, hang off the eaves-trough by your feet, drop backwards from the roof into the plastic treehouse, and recite the work of Al Waxman.

Also this morning. To my immediate left as I type, Pushkin has emptied his entire stomach contents.

By having apple strudel and McCain's frozen mango juice, I've doubled my fruit food group intake for the day all in one sitting.

1 step forward. 5 steps back. What's tattooed on my forehead?

Why do I keep this stuff? Been packing, shuffling, sweltering in this damn heater box most of the day.

There's my eye socket, there's my fillings

If you go to the Film Library at the hospital you can get any x-rays and stuff they have on file. Since it's been a year since my last major bike accident and I still hadn't seen any of the pictures they took, I stopped in and was able to get the x-rays of my skull and chest plus the CAT Scan of my head. One of the envelopes also has this great discription written on it:

• Pt vomitting blood & beeding [sic] from left ear
• sitting up to vomit
• lateral c-spine done upright all others supine

As an added bonus they also had the x-rays they took of my wrist in 1999 when I got hit by a car while out on a ride.

Or is it Knight Boat the Crime Solving Boat...

Tonight on StreetHawk
Motorcycle cop Jesse Mach [Rex Smith] is injured whilst off duty by a black truck which also kills his partner Marty. After being assigned to the PR dept. because he isn't physically able to handle the street, he is approached by federal agent and engineer Norman Tuttle who convinces Jesse to work undercover for the government and ride a powerful motorcycle called StreetHawk. Soon enough, Jesse uses StreetHawk for his own, personal vendetta.

Followed by Knight Rider, Hunter, and Small Wonder.

I've got a pair of shoes that refuse to break in. Everytime I wear them they start to rip the skin off my little toes. Damn them!