Down to the final two days...two days till I step onto that plane. I would love to replace that with a metaphor bursting with imagery of possibilities and promise...

I saw my good bud today and set up a surround sound system for him. We didn't talk about the trip much....right before I hopped out of his truck he said simply 'best of luck on your trip.' Honestly, that was all he needed to say.

Tonight I'm going for a beer with another friend who would like to see my smiling face before I head across the country.

*Deep breath* it's getting down the nitty gritty now.

Next week Thursday. Oh yes, you're eyes do not deceive you. I'll be en route to the other side of the country. 1600 miles away from this humble hamlet.

I am traveling alone.

What will I find in the bustling metropolis of Calgary, Alberta? A lot can happen in three weeks. A lot. I will attempt to make my way in that intimidating market of well-to-doers...perhaps this is a rags to riches story in the making? Young lad with high hopes and dreams comes to the big city with nothing and forges a respectable life for himself against all odds.

Sounds like a lovely setup for a romantic drama starring Edward Norton (he would play my role because I love his work,) and I would assume Cameron Diaz would play the love interest. Actually, let's make it Kate Beckinsale. She's easier on the eyes and doesn't seem to be getting much work lately. The whole package will be directed by Peter Jackson because my life is over dramatic and seems to attract that epic-saga vibe...

This will be a very prospective heavy trip. I want to find work, I want to find schooling, I want to affirm a far off love. There will be the clothes on my back (and bags,) the price of a ticket in my wallet and lot of smooth-talking. Next Thursday, next Thursday.

I have to laugh to myself because I know that NO ONE would have guessed THIS would be sum of the latest (long delayed) entry! I love this blog. I really do. I love the layout, I love the comments I get, I love how my entries turn out. I enjoy being here...that's why writer's block (or is it overwhelming apathy?) just wrecks me. I lost that passion I would have when I wrote before. When something would strike a nerve and my fingers would punch out a constant stream of emotion simultaneously translated into sentences and then paragraphs. Taking this white canvas and violently splashing it with all manner of sinister colors.

Mmm...ya know, for a second there, my passion sparked.

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Here's what I (finally) have to say:

I fucking love this day.

I love that the sky was cloudless, I love that the music has been amazing and I love that I got things done. I love that my new computer is running like a bat out of hell and steady as a rock. I love that I have my health, I love that my mind is sharp and I'm loving having all five senses.I love that I'm FINALLY EATING MY DAMN SUSHI and I love the I'm washing it down with a bottle of my FAVOURITE wine. (Gawd I love this slice of bottled heaven!)

And I love you, my dear reader. I hope that your day is just as fabulous because you know what? Nothing I've loved about this day has been extraordinary. I fucking love this day because it is a snapshot in a reel of film that is my life. When you stop at a good scene, you can really notice all the details.

Remember, as I try hard to, that 'everyday you are alive is a good day.'

Smile - and make the world smile with you ;)

Bah! Day 3 of writer's block.

Bet you thought I forgot about you didn't you, blog? Damn right I didn't. Now if I can only smash this writer's block and enjoy the juicy, original content inside...

Happy Wednesday, by the way.

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I'm going to a nearby small town (Newton) with Luker to drop off a trailer carrying a vintage car.

How or why this is happening I do not know.

My belly is full, the porkchops were delicious.

Nothing new to report.

Good night.

Something has changed. I bought a Pinot today instead of my usual Sauv Blanc. Hmm..no reason in particular, just a curiosity tied to the same label that provided me with the Sauv a few nights ago.

Nancy's new owner did come for her after all. It was late Saturday, but he showed up unannounced with his girlfriend and seemed as chipper and bright as ever. I couldn't possibly let go of her after all these years without a final embrace, so I quickly offered to ride along to the gas station just to soak in that noise, torque and Porsche feel one.last.time. We chatted idly along the way about his plans for the future of my car but I wasn't paying a lick of attention beyond what one needs to fake a conversation. No, I was building a final memory of that bittersweet machine; like waiting for the last drop of that sweet wine to land in your glass. We inevitably made our way back and I stepped on to the pavement and waved, forcing a smile. At risk of sounding unneccesarily dramatic, the next few moments were deliberately imprinted in my mind. I watched Nancy (or whatever her new name, if any, may be) back slowly out of the driveway, and steadily increase her speed as she sped up the street with a howl, finally disappearing behind a pine tree hiding a curve in the road.

And that's how I'll remember her: letting a fierce howl pierce the still air as she charged into whatever lied in store beyond that bend.

I think I shall toast to her tonight. Wait - not to a car, because let's face it that's just silly. No, I'll be toasting to my own triumphs and failures during the last few years. Between when I popped that hood and when I slammed it shut, I was sure to learn valuable lessons and techniques, without fail, every time. That say experience may be the best teacher - I honestly believe my car embodied that. She was as an adopted child to me. I searched for someone to bring into my life, I toured the facility where she and many others had been abandoned and I chose her. I signed the papers and took her home not to teach her anything, but to be taught the power of determination and sheer force of will.

Never would have thought I could write more than a solid paragraph on the merits of automobile restoration but here it is! Amazing lol

Tomorrow is another day of laweryin' and paperwork. I have daydreams to keep me company and whisper in my ear sweet nothings of what can be.

Oh! I meant to write a little diddy on something I find funny:

Merchants or otherwise that insist on over emphasizing the French names of wine - especially when they're terrible with pronunciation LOL
"Oh this one, sir? Yes this is a lovely SAWVINYON BLONK!"
"Myself? Well I haven't had much experience with this particular RIZE-LING.."
/rant.

I'm sorry. I just find it awfully hard to stifle a laugh while the teller attempts to show off her wine expertise :p Not that I'm much better, but I know when the jig is up!

Have an absolutely splendid evening, my loyal subjects.

Happy Hallow's Eve, everyone...

I'm proud to say that tonight I'll be taking Lillie out for her first Halloween :p I'm sure the visiting estrogen would love to know what my baby girl is going out as..well, she'll be a baby lamb.

AWWWWWWWWW (I can hear them wooing now!)

lol. The Porsche is supposed to be driven to it's new home today...still waiting on the new owner to call me. Meh - I've got his cash.

In closing, some spooky art to stay festive lol:



Hint: think outside the box..


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I'm healthy as a horse! A purebred, prize-winning lineage, derby 500 horse. Gawd it feels good lol. Better yet, I've got a new PC in the mail! (A lot of assembly will be required..)

For my tech-savvy readers, the components will be as follows:

Ultra X-Blaster ATX Black Mid-Tower Case
Ultra Performance 120mm Case Fan - Dual Ball Bearing (x2)
Western Digital Caviar Blue Hard Drive - 500GB, 7200rpm, 16MB, SATA-300
XFX Radeon HD 4650 Video Card - 1024MB DDR2, PCI Express 2.0, (2) Dual-Link DVI
Corsair XMS2 PC6400 800MHz 2GB DDR2 Desktop Memory
Ultra 650-Watt Power Supply - ATX, SATA-Ready, SLI-Ready, 135mm Fan
Gigabyte MA785GM-US2H Motherboard
AMD Athlon II 245 CPU w/Fan Bundle

Mm..this tastes oh so sweet on my technophile tastebuds..I'll be installing a myriad of bad-ass games...(yes, Alexus, Second Life among the first,) so be forewarned my blogging may fall by the wayside. Don't be concerned, unless 4 days have passed. Under those circumstances I've probably died of dehydration due to lack of interest of leaving my new war machine...

Oh, and I sold Nancy.

That needed it's own. Yes, I sold my pride and joy after 4 long years of grease, bloody knuckles and tears. Quite frankly, I couldn't be happier with how things turned out.

After wasting time with a lot of shit-kickers, a strapping young lad from up North agreed to buy her. He never drove her, never asked a lot of questions, never even sat inside..he was driven down by his girlfriend. The look on his face, though, drew me in: I was watching my past self, look at that car. He grew a permenant smile the more I talked about the car...I thought he was going to pass out when the deal was done. He was ecstatic as he told me of all his plans for Porsche...about how he has a body-work specialist friend to help paint it...about his big plans to drive it across the country to visit relatives..

My parting words to the new owner were simply, 'you're going to have a lot of fun with this car, man.'

..it was safe to go out, the sickness RETURNS!!

*REEE! REEE! REEE!*

Feel great all damn day then come 7 o'clock, I start to feel..a little off. That's when I notice the immense pressure in my sinus. Fuckkkkk

Back to garlic tablets and copious amounts of tea..

I'm sorry about the mundane entries. It's hard to stay sharp when your noggin is full of...yeah.

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The merit's of being sick..

Spending 25min. poorly Photoshopping an opinion piece of 'art' seems like a great way to spend time.

Anyways, after finishing that last entry I started flipping through the channels and wandered across 'Top Gun'. I promise it was the sheer lack of anything decent on TV that I wasted more than 5min. on that Tom Cruise tribute. The same damn song played for, are you ready for this? 8.5 minutes!! A quick scene change, then they brought it back againnnn! Of course, this made a montage of the strongly homosexually-suggestive volleyball and subsequent shower scenes. The rest of the movie..well...I feel my rediculously awesome picture here just about sums it up.

*Hack...WEEZE* Ughhh. Me..need....Vitamin...C..