Tag: Understanding

There’s Always Next Year

Yesterday represented my first real “break” in writing on a daily basis. And 6 days short of full month! Aside from that fart, on August the 23rd, I’ve posted every single day since August 12th. Quite a stretch. But with my vacation over, I’m right back at it today.

So my “time off” was spent trekking into the city to attend the 24th Annual Vegetarian Food Fair in Toronto. It’s been quite some time since I’ve actually been to the city, a few years at least, and it felt oddly visceral. It was the same but it wasn’t? 

I have no idea why either… Continue reading There’s Always Next Year

Genghis Carnage

NIN Album Cover

Knowing Jared is quite an infuriating experience. Let me explain. During his last visit he brought 3 CDs with him. Two of which tickled my fancy in interesting ways. I’m sorry but the third, “Crowpath,” made me laugh the whole time it was being played. There’s something about the name.

But the other two bands, Cephalic Carnage and Genghis Tron and their disc’s Xenosapien and Board Up The House, respectively were somehow different than I expected. I still can’t put my finger on why Xenosapien was and is so attractive. I still don’t think much of the vocals. Everything from Cookie Monster to Cobra Commander? And beyond?

Not really my thing, at least where the vocals are concerned. Thus far… Continue reading Genghis Carnage

Until I Hear

Following the local news these days is much more appealing to me than watching a bunch of “liberals” give each other hand jobs in Denver. I don’t know about you…

That and I dare not forget to mention that and the Maple Leaf tainted meat recall has grown to just short of 250 some odd products? And my Grandfathers doctors still aren’t sure why he’s sick? With their efforts now concentrating on his stomach? Continue reading Until I Hear

Tainted Meat

I was a little off my game yesterday, if you will. I went to visit my Grandfather in the hospital and I, obviously had a lot on my mind. 

He seems to be feeling, a least a bit better. He was out of bed, giving his characteristic hand gestures (Oops I don’t mean him singing, rather his “stupid asshole” “pusha” gesture) and I felt a bit better after witnessing that. But not knowing why he was admitted in the first place is still weighing heavily on my mind. They’re running tests. Continue reading Tainted Meat