Long Distance High Five!

Instructions:

1. Put hand on screen.
2. Pretend that I'm not a work, and I'm putting my hand on the screen, too.
3. Yell out: "Long Distance High Five!!!"
4. Bask in the good times.



Miss you guys a ton.

My x-mas list:

Yesterday, my mom asked me to write her a list of stuff I want for Christmas. I told her "Mom, it's simple. I want money and more money, and maybe some of those marshmallow Peeps that look like trees, but not chicks because chicks aren't festive, and I don't even think they make the chick-shaped ones in December."

So, that's it. Money and marshmallows.

To be perfectly honest, the whole traditional gift-giving Christmas thing is pretty new to me... Growing up, we always took the money that we would spend on us, and used it to sponsor a needy family. So, we've just started giving/receiving gifts within the past few years, mostly to pay lip-service to my stepdad. I feel really awkward about getting gifts. I understand that the holidays aren't just about gifts and blah blah blah, but I still feel really strange about the whole thing...Plus I am like the worst gift-giver in the world. If you want to receive a gift that you didn't ever really want, and would never actually use, then ask for a gift from me.

P.S.
Beer Mat art? Hell yes.

P.P.S.
Money can be sent in the form of cash, cheques, or money order.

P.P.P.S.
I'm also accepting plane tickets to Connecticut (mid-June, please) as gifts.

P.P.P.P.S.
Seriously, though...Please don't buy me any gifts, unless they're of the cupcake variety.

Cause you know you always secretly wanted to...

Be a Lego-Man!!!

Sorry, guys, I got lazy this weekend, and didn't take any photos. I promise it won't happen again.

Join the revolution!!!

Okay. It's time for me to get serious for a minute. I have been looking for some meaning in my existence for a little while, and I think, after an exhausting search, that I have found the new movement-in-the-making that will dictate my life....A little something called The New Sincerity. I'll let Alex Blagg let Jesse Thorn explain.

Irony is not dead...Just a bit tired. It's time to throw some genuine sincerity in the mix to keep things fresh.

Anyway, Alex Blagg is holding Maximum Fun Fridays (which sometimes turn into Maximum Fun Mondays, because deadlines are sooo not New Sincerity).
Here are the first couple of excerpts:

#1

#2


I'm living a maximum fun lifestyle from now on.

If you think your life is missing something, maybe it's time to join the movement and be more awesome!

Some more ('cause I'm on-the-ball tonight):

Not joking, this is like the scariest thing of all time. It is a supposed "mermaid mummy" at a tourist shop in Banff. Terrifying? Yes.

Allison is all business.
Paul looking mighty Canadian in a fresh coon-skin hat.
The standard Allison/Sarah photo that makes it into every photo-post.

Amy, Paul, and I at HiFi (the following weekend).

Allison looks terrified. I look unsure. Paul looks pretty jazzed to be in between two hot gals.

Duane! Damn straight.

Allison and I (again).

P.S. Please do not buy Nickleback's new CD...It only encourages them to make more. Their music hurts my soul.

Photos!

An awesome turtle at Devonian Gardens.

Selina and I after a night of extreme dancing.

Fish!!
You know how we do.

Jonathan getting sassy.

Cheryl and I ripping it up at HiFi.

I don't know what I'm looking at, but I'm awfully happy.

So, um, Allison took this photo. That's my stomach, and her finger. Allison should become my photo-sidekick.

Miami Vice up in the joint. For real...These guys were a breath of fresh air.

More tomorrow (with tons from Sir Whitehouse's visit).

So I was going to post some photos tonight...

....Cause I have like a million, but a certain flu bug decided to take up residence inside of me, and I feel f-ing terrible.

Dylan totally called me out on not updating last night.

Soon, my friends...Soon. I promise.

Contract arrived...

...Signed it and sent it back.

Say hello to a four-year Awosting veteran....Thank you very much.

I am looking mega-forward to another sunny summer on Bantam Lake.
I promise the photo-cabin will reach new heights of awesome.

I salute you.

To the large amount of Asian senior-citizens that I see in a day wearing old-school neon surfer pants, Hypercolor shirts (or shirts with iconic 80's cartoon characters), sassy trucker hats, and circa-1991 snowboard outerwear.... Thank you.

Sometimes you guys are the only reason to get up on weekday mornings.

Guess who's getting a visit from Paul Whitehouse?

That's right!
Everyone's favorite house DJ has to leave the US for a few days (work visa limits), and has chosen to explore the frozen tundras of Canada during his break from sunny skies, fancy cars, and beautiful beaches.
Yessssss.
Now, I expect the rest of you to follow suit and get the heck up here. Soon.

So I wasn't going to go out tonight.....

...But I have very persuasive friends.

The worst promo squad of all time.

Andre's ex-wife has finally put out her album, and it's getting some pretty heavy rotation on the radio in the city. My problem? I let myself get too personally involved in these situations, and every time someone I know ends up getting some sort of recognition, it becomes a headache for me. See....Jess really hurt Andre a few months ago, and due to the fact that Andre is one of my favorite people in the whole world, I'm not willing to let the whole situation go quite yet. I want to be happy for her success, but it's hard when there's such a background story.
The bottom line? Buy the album, listen to it, but don't like it too much, okay?

In other news, I finally got back to my old schedule at work, which means a late shift on Thursdays. I think we all know what that means.... I'm back to listening to Marco's outstanding radio show, Fat Beat Diet, every week. Did you know that you can listen to it too? You don't even have to live in the city! 10:30 my time on Thursdays, log onto CJSW's site, and listen away.... You know you want to.


Probably have some pics tomorrow, as the ladies are coming over tonight for a bit of a get-together (and Amy is bringing her massage table...hell yes).

It's snowing....

....For real this time.


Winters in Calgary are no joke.