104.3 Radio FAIL!

K, so I like my rock n' roll. I really do. It's a long the same line as juice boxes and video games with excessive violence. So, when I hear a radio station that claims to be the "Spirit of southern BC' and 'The best rock in the Kootenays.' I'm expecting a good turn out of 70's through to new music with the up-beat-inyourfaceattitude that rock uses to generally define itself.

BUT! When I drive home from work, a 15 minute drive, and hear one terrible 80's love song that was done completely on keyboard, no drums or guitar at all, and then 10 minutes of commercials and the same boring ass news I've been listening to all day... I don't get home in a very good mood. And it isn't isolated to this one instant, I'm always in my car and always listening to the radio, and since M-FM is the only rock station around and I've listened to my new Manson CD to death, I hear M-FM a lot. I have only EVER heard AC/DC once, and that was as hard as I've heard rock on this station. It's either Phil Collins, or April Wine or some other pansy ass shit that teenagers fucked to in the 80's! I wanna hear some goddan'd rock n' roll dammit!

Secondly, I am so fucking sick and tired of hearing Dan fucking doosh-bag Ashman in the morning!. He's got CBC, KBS, and M-FM cornered. Like fucking seriously, does that asshole work at selling shitty trucks at all??? 'Cause it sounds to me like he's spending all his time talking on the fucking radio! "So when you see the rest, buy, lease and service from the best, at loan by phone, 361-0202-"FUCK YOU! I can't wait til that asshole retires, I know I am not the only one, I know the rest of you hate him just as much as I do. He's a slimy car dealing tool.

Sports. Fucking sports. If it's not the news, commercials, or Dan fucking doosh-bag Ashman, its sports. I don't give a shit HOW the city cheers on the Smokies! They probably all got cancer and blood poisoning from breathing in that arenas air anyway!I listen to the radio for music to help me drag my ugly ass outta bed at 0-dark and stupid in the morning. I don't want to hear about this seasons success of some fuck-tard I graduated with... He was an asshole then, he's probably an asshole now!

If I wanted to hear sports talk or the news, I would listen to CBC. If I wanted to hear terrible 80's wannabe's try to lament about their lost love on a key-tar I would listen to KBS. I go to Mountain FM for rock and I got let down.

Ulllghh.

So, ya. I flew down to Vancouver yesterday because I had an appointment for a medical examination today. So last night we get off the plane and immediately catch the skytrain to Broadway ave or whatever. Then it seemed we weren't even close to our hotel or the hospital so I found a bus stop map and plotted our route. After an hour of walking and some handy directions from a fireman (turns out I can't navigate worth a shit in a city...) we made found the Suttin Place Hotel. The website said it was 5 star and it really looked like a ritsy place, they type I would feel out of place in.

Fuck. That. Shit. That place sucked! first they were dicks to us and I immediately sensed a condescending attitude towards us regular folk. Even though my buddy had given them his credit card number over the phone for the reservation, because he didn't physically have it on him, I for some reason had to fork over $300 fucking bucks as 'damage deposit'. So they had his credit card number and my $300. Tools.

Then we get to the rooms and there is a bellboy or whatever the fuck you call them who pushes past us, talking to us like he grew up on the farm to, all the while he cleaned our the mini bar and the bowl of candies by the TV. Fucker. Then, we were told we had complimentary internet. Nope. They wanted me to pay as soon as I tried to connect. No Canadian channels on the TV anyway... though I did watch Kanye verbally bitch slap Taylor Swift in front of the world, that was a cunty play.

K, so we get up this morning without our promised complimentary breakfast which turns out didn't exist. After a quick stop at Tim's for coffee and a $30 cab ride we get to the army hospital and we were early so we got sent through really quick. I was given a perfect bill of health. Like I am the picture image of a healthy male human being right now. Everything seems to be perfect.

Then the doc decides I need vaccination boosters and now I'm sitting at home sick as a dog and all congested. THANK YOU!!!

But I guess I'm getting paid to do this so that kinda helps ease the patronizing agony of my weekend.

Is it really too much?

So, I've been told that too much of a good thing can ruin it for you... What about music? I love music, and listening to it, doesn't matter what type, just if it has a good beat and a solid tune, sure man, alright, I can chill or rock out to that shit!

Soo... I am currently transferring over 22,000 songs to my music file on my laptop. Over 120 gigs of tunage! And I wont ever listen to all of it I am sure. This is me standing in a white, Matrix'y room then suddenly surrounded by more music than I can handle. My poor brain is probably gonna collapse! There will be a black hole like implosion inside my skull and then I'll just stare blankly into nothingness with a bit of drool dripping off my lip. BUT! I'll be occupied with enough music forever. So it's cool you know?

On top of that, I got like a shitload of movies, all decent ones but I wont transfer those to my laptop, I'm sure that would be like stuffing it so full of goodness that it itself my explode in my face... then I'd be out a laptop... FAIL! almost.

I know I may spend weeks pouring over my media lists picking out the crap I know doesn't please my audio receptors. Lets face it, if I can't listen to it and you like you, you're retarded and should be shot. In the face. With a T-rex. By Indiana Jones.

PEACE! !

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I fell on a healthy... Ouch?

So... I've been home for 8 days... and, I haven't had red meat since before then, I've started drinking decafe' coffee!
Even that little accent dealy on top of the 'e' used to piss me off cause it's french. But with enough cream and sugar, its not bad, and there is less heart disease! So... thats coming along I guess.
And really I was forced into it, my mum makes a lot of chicken and my stepdad has to drink decafe' cause of his heart attack. I have nothing to do so I walk EVERYWHERE and run alot.

And now that I am back in BC, I am actually eating fruit that is really fresh, doesn't just say that and I don't have to trust what the army says. "The box says the fruit is fresh. I dont care what the expiry date says, eat your fruit!"

I had an apple right off the tree yestarday... My body almost rejected it because it was too good for it. My body was so used to eating crap and sugar and transfats that... It didn't know what to think!

Well thats new... umm... my mum has a vegitable garden and I actually picked my beans and carrots before I ate them... like 30 minutes fresh!

It's a brand new day... or week.

(Prototype) Don't tolorate Vampires.

Alright, so this is just a prototype I guess, but I drew it in class this summer when I should have been paying attention to... umm... something about...

Well anyway, I think it turned out pretty good.

Coming soon!

Okay, so a simple comic strip will be up soon... Which I may or may not get in trouble for... ya.

Sunny days and Stupid people.

I should go play outside, as my 'rents would have put it when I was a kid. It's a beautiful sunny day, plus 30 and all that niceness, but really when you've climbed every mountain around and all your friends are working the incentive is just not there.

I should go for a run, required to maintain physical fitness and all, but I'm not feeling it. I could even talk to and visit people I haven't seen in months and wont see for many more months, but I don't really care that much. One part of me, a small and dieing part is like 'be a friend, care about what everyone has to say' but the stronger more realist part who likes George Carlin is like 'Fuck that! They don't don't care about what you have to say and really, you don't either.'

Shit, I need to go outside, it's almost like instinct, so maybe I'll go grab a coffee. Ooo! I'm also needing food. Ahhh food, when bored, eat something... or... masturbate...