Friends don't let Friends _se words that start with the letter "U".

I'd be the first person to admit that a good portion of my written/typed correspondence smacks of the linguistic effort.......one may even go as far as to say that I am a victim of my own............"misguided exuberance" at times =)

Depending on the situation, there are times to bust out the 'ol lexicon, and then there are times when you can do the same and have your friends call you full of B.S. and make you feel like a (humbled) ass. Case in point.....the celebration of Canada Day this weekend with friends would qualify as such a case.

lex·i·con (lks-kn)n. pl. lex·i·cons or lex·i·ca (-k): A stock of terms used in a
particular profession, subject, or style; a vocabulary: the lexicon of surrealist art.


While sauntering thru the Canada Day festival grounds I happened across a good friend of mine who was busy with the task of entertaining his infant daughter. After a few minutes of the typical Saturday afternoon dialogue pertaining to what the evening’s events may have in store for us.... I happened to use the word "Ubiquitous" (and yes I DID have to look up its spelling...apparently "hooked on phonics" WOULD have worked for this one)

Upon hearing this "oh-so-not-a saturday-afternoon" word exit my mouth, said friend proceeded to ask me if I had "been waiting to use that word all day"......Check-mate. Maybe people (myself, included) tend to forget that you don't have to go out of your way to impress your friends with words that you've recently learned and are apparently able to use in a sentence. Last time I checked, that was an innate beauty of having freinds......... you’ve long since proven your ability to function as a normal human being and are able to let your guard down and be yourself. So after having "shenanigans" called on me (re: Cst. Barbrady of South Park) by my buddy we had a laugh, at my expense, and continued on with our discussion as to the path that we were going to embark on later in the day that would inevitably end up in a pretty good saturday night for those that partook.

Thank-you for coming....I'll see you in hell!!

So....I went to the WOLFMOTHER show a few weeks back at "Richards on Richards". It kicked some serious Heavy Metal/Glam Rock ass. Big 70's Afro's, capes bigger than Liberace's and a sequined one-piece jumpsuit adorned with lightning bolts worn by the lead singer.

Now, anyone who's been to a "Rock Show" knows that the series of events is somewhat formulaic. Once the band has done the obligatory first encore, and possibly a second or even third if you have been good, screaming, whistling concertgoers, the energy and headcount begins to tail off and people go on their merry way. Suffice it to say, that when I heard the emcee/DJ announce that we had to "drink 'em up" and vacate the premesis, previously dwindling energy began to build towards a form much less stable and far less constructive. Apparently the "Club Brass"...A.K.A. Richard?, booked another act that was taking the stage at the top of the hour. So with the remnants of this truely memorable rock and roll oddity still lingering in the air and ringing in our ears, we eventually gave way to the Tsunami of yellow "Security" shirts that were set on flushing us from the club.

First post from the new post - A Binners Delight

"Location, Location, Location"....they say "that" is what it's all about. Well if by "that", they meant "3rd story appt above an alleyway dumpster" so shall I make the best of it (hence the subject of my first ever post). I'm sure that as I sit here listening to the abstract symphony of polyethylene and silica based percussion rattling around in a misappropriated shopping cart that someone is about to rummage thru the remains of my last weeks garbage. Potentially another benefit of the "vegetarian" diet that I never realized until the beginning of the month; the post-(primary)consumer sorting by the local down-and-out.

On my recent foray out to make laundry change I happened across one of the local binners (many of which I am sure I will eventually be on a first name basis with). He had a goalies mask perched atop his head, followed by a backwards ball cap and the pseudo natty(city)dreads that seem to be all the rage, given the unusually warm temperatures of this particular spring. His presence garnered much more recognition from me than mine from him.....funny how people can focus on the tasks at hand without too much distraction. I guess the only thing left to ponder was weather the helmet protected the back of his head (from those nonchalant final tosses into the bin), or the front. The later, during threats centered around the bins prized contents and those claiming ownership of posessions previously discarded.........