On the subway home last night I noticed that two guys at different ends of the car both had their hair done up in high-up-on-the-soft-spot-of-their-heads, single pony tails, much like the Knotheads from the comic The Watchmen. The weren’t sporting the black motorcycle jackets and untucked white dress shrits, however.

I’m curious about this. Will it be a new trend? Is it borne from the comic or is it a hippy-dippy rehash of 60s culutre? Like most youth culture fashion, I didn’t think it was very attractive on a guy.

Speaking of fashion, I had dinner with parts of my family as they converge on Brockvegas this weekend for my step-father’s wake. My neice, who by the way is this year’s playwright-in-residence at Paprika (Tarragon Theatre – plunk! Who left that name here?), turns to me as I am getting ready to leave and freaks out because I’m sporting a “Triple 5 Soul” satchel. She calls me a thug, a gang-banger, etc. Who knew? I just thought it was a nice orange bag with tons and tons of pockets.

I’m now wary about using this bag. I’m reminded of the urban legend of the tourist in England, beaten to a pulp because he was wearng a “wrong” coloured scarf in a football supporter’s neighbourhood.

The whole process of getting pics off a camera phone without a Bluetooth dongle or connector wires is a bit chunky. But here are a couple just for shits and giggles:

The current crap around my monitor.

A buttload of cop bikes.

It’s not too bad quality, I suppose. I did have to do some tweaking in p-shop.

And speaking of “safe camera use”: A fellow blogger I know took a picture of a guy reading in a coffee shop, without his consent, and posted it to his blog. While taking pictures of people in public is legal, this morning I found out that what he did was illegal, only because his post included comments on how “hot” this guy looked, making the publication of this image “sexual content”. I guess that makes him a crim.

Be careful out there, my camera equipped legions! I bet that as our privacy erodes through emerging technology, we will see irrational claims that our souls will be stolen if you make a call in someone’s direction.

Blamblog made me laugh…

Wicked! I’ve been nominated for “Best Personal Blog” over on myBlagh.com! I would like to thank the Academy…

Round one of voting starts on November 24th to November 30th. Make sure you’re there to cast your votes!

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I switched on my old dear friend Beigiey The Computer last night and it woke up and asked “Who am I?”

The drive that held the operating system wasn’t spinning. Thankfully the storage drive was unaffected. Never purchased cheap drives from that “big” refurbished computer parts store on College by Spadina, no matter how seductive the price, is all I’m saying. It lasted a day over the warranty.

Sharkboy’s iBoob is letting me talk to you today. All Hail Jobs!

I am half way through re-installing all the programs and should resume the Cruise story by Thurs night.

Stay tuned for Haitian sorrows, food of the Gods, kissing the ‘Rays, an announcement to upset the right-wingers and a leap of faith in the Belize jungle.

Sorry for the innconnvennience.

I wish I had long hair. Like when I was 20 years old. ‘Cause then I’d cut it like Mark Hamill in Corvette Summer (okay that’s a pic of Marky in Eight is Enough but it’s good enough). Its not like I am pining for my youth or anything, I’m just bored with my shaved head. It’s been shaved for close to 20 years and I’m just going through a phase.

I witnessed my local corner store owner take a pack of Scotch tape from a display, use some of it to hang a sign, then put it back on the rack. This is the same guy who charges $3 for a 2L bottle of Coke. This is the same guy who drives home from the shop in an Escalade.

I secretly want to run into Starbucks at 8:30am and yell out “Parking Ticket Cop!” and watch the place clear out.

While I hate Xmas mostly, I can’t wait to give Sharkboy his present. It’s totally a non-useful gift but I know he’s going to like it.

I want to see That Movie With That Woman from Quebec. Ach. I know. I can hear you tsk tsk from here. I’m curious, ok?

What? You wanted some deep rooted secret wrenched from the loam of my dark soul? Fuck you! Move on, beyotch!

While I’m on the rant of legal justice and moral forgiveness, I noticed today that the Black Eagle is taking a Liquor Board of Ontario Induced Time Out for “overcrowding” during Pride last year.

Here’s the inside poop for you people: the Eagle wasnt overcrowded. Ask any of the people in the line up, waiting over 45 minutes to get up onto the patio. The bar was fully staffed and was doing their job properly. Meanwhile, the prosecutor for the Liquor Board had no proof because the investigators didnt file a complete report, yet still pushed to have the bar closed for 45 days, which would have effectively killed the bar. In front of the judge, it came down to the Eagle’s word against the Liquor Board. Now, to be fair, The Eagle got similar infractions in the past but the bar placed doormen at the top and bottom (tee hee!) of the stairs which is a considerable cost in wages and training. The bar complied and even surpassed their requests with physical upgrades to the bar.

Dispite all the time and money the Black Eagle put into renovations and new hires, dispite the lack of evidence from the investigators, the judge ruled that the bar should be closed for 11 days. To appeal this decision, it would have cost twice the amount as being closed for 11 days so the bar shut it’s mouth.

Now, I’m no lawyer (but my brother plays one on TV!!) but I don’t see the justice here.

So Im playing a vid game at The Tool Box tonight. Its quiet. Not too busy. Two barflies are playing the game beside me. One skinny, on the game, the other, portly and hanging onto the skinny guy like some drunk bingo winner with a jackpot cheque in her hand. Heres the conversation:
Big Guy: “Halloween. You know what you are gonna be?”
Skinngy Guy: “If all goes right, a marine!”
BG: “If all goes right, Im gonna be a Klingon!”
SG: “First series?”
BG: “God who does that? Who does the first series Klingon!? Come on!”
Grope grope grope…

I spent the most part of my day trying to get rid of that blasted msblast.exe virus off the work computer. Oddly enough it was Norton Antivirus that wouldn’t let me delete the file off the computer. Weird. It makes me wonder what kind of stupid fat fuck thinks its cool to make a destructive program and release it into the world. Man’s fate to destroy itself, I guess.

I had a good chat with the owner of North Bound Leather. I was impressed with his attitude and manner. No wonder he has one of the best leather stores in North America. We mostly gossiped about the leather community and how it needs to be more cohesive now that big circuit parties are on the down slide. I so want to work in his office…at the end of the meeting, his secretary came in and said “they” needed the 2001 receipts. She looks at me and makes a face: “We’re being audited.” “Oh,” I said. “Yeah,” she says, “Later we’ll all be like this.” and bends over to show me her ass. Classy leather shop!

Tomorrow I will talk about the secret love I have for a homeless guy…

11:42PM

I forgot…I wanted to add my favorite sexual innuendo lines from Star Wars:

“You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!” Princess Lea
“You’re all clear kid, now let’s blow this thing and go home!” Han Solo
“Look at the size of that thing!” Wedge

Says a co-worker I just this moment teased: “I hope a bear comes into your tent!”

Me: (In my best Latrina from Bromwell High voice) “So do I, lady! So do I!”

Have a great weekend!