My Notebook

Most of this probably won't make much sense to you...meh, Que Sera, Sera.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Hobo-Therapy

And now for a scene from Byward Market Theatre:

Hobo - You could smile you know
Guy - Eh?
Hobo- You look too serious; too somber - it doesn't hurt to smile.
Guy - Well I suppose not.
Hobo- I see that you're just standing here looking serious...waiting for an appointment?
Guy- Something like that.
Hobo- A girl?
Guy - Good guess.
Hobo - Don't worry about it, a thousand things could've happened; buses, clocks, memories, they all fail from time to time for no particular reason. So you may as well smile since you have no reason not to.
Guy- Do I have to?
Hobo- Of course, look at me; I have many troubles but I still smile - you may as well too.
Guy - *forces a smile*
Hobo- Ahhh, now that's better!
Guy- Can I stop now?
Hobo- No! You must smile until you have a reason not to - but there is never a reason not to smile.
Guy- Aw crap....
Hobo - Don't worry, if you try smiling from time to time it may actually get easier.
Guy- I suppose.....

Brief silence

Hobo- Do you suppose I could have a few bucks to get a place to sleep and a shower tonight?
Guy - Definetly. *gives him some money*

Hobo leaves. Guy stops smiling.


Cheers,

My Not so Strawberry Alarm Clock

I generally hate the music I hear coming from my radio in the morning due to the crime of it being morning; but this morning thanks to "Wives and Lovers" I left the door with a smile.


Hey, little girl, comb your hair,
fix your make-up, soon he will open the door.
Don't think because there's a ring on your finger,
you needn't try any more.

For wives should always be lovers too,
run to his arms the moment that he comes home to you.
I'm warning you,

Day after day,
there are girls at the office and the men will always be men.
Don't stand him up,
with your hair still in curlers, you may not see him again.

Wives should always be lovers too,
run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
He's almost here.

Hey, little girl, better wear something pretty,
Something you wear to go to the city,
Dim all the lights, pour the wine,
start the music, time to get ready for love.
Time to get ready for love,
yes it's time to get ready for love,
It's time to get ready,
kick your shoes off, baby....,




Cheers,

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

I refuse to take culinary advice from someone who burnt salad TWICE.

Guy- It's late, I'll walk you home.
Girl- There's no need for that, I'll be fine.
Guy- In that case I'll just stalk you home.

She's of interest to me; she seems to be under the illusion that she thinks she's going to hurt me.

Guy 1 - Why the suit?
Guy 2- I've got an oral exam - and anything that comes from a guy in a three piece suit sounds about right.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Wasted Time

It's after midnight, but Morpheus is taking a vacation and insomnia has taken his place. So instead of sleep, here's some eye candy to amuse yourself with. I add a warning though, this stuff isn't funny or anything, most of these sites are just unconnected madness that is at times "NSFW" and quite liable to give you some pretty messed up dreams (although it's still less frightening than "Moskau").

Koko be Good a short series by Jen Wang about a girl and guy's conversation at a bus stop, not particularly funny but it gave me Deja vu. I met this girl's twin one one night on Elgin street; long story short, her name is Heather and if you ever meet her - run as fast as you can and don't give her any of your contact information. On a happier note there is some rather good artwork on the rest of Jen Wang's website.


Verabee.com A nice little portfolio of catoony and sketched images

Burst of Beaden Some more drawn images - this is where I got the line "There's nothing more Frustrating than a Giraffe Without Context"

Piercing This one's just bizarre; not recommended.




On a completely unrelated personal note - Happy Birthday Ash. I hope that my card makes it to you in time, but if not I still want to remind you that my thoughts are, as always, with you.




Cheers,