the prince is busted

canada's prince of pot gets 5 YEARS IN THE SLAMMER.

marc emery got 5 years in the slammer for selling marijuana seeds over the internet. the whole situation seems like a marx brothers movie. marc has been promoting marijuana in vancouver for as long as i can remember. i always considered marc to be an opportunistic media whore but i don't think he deserved 5 years in jail.

has the crown prince obama put an end to marijuana seeds being sold over the internet? I DON'T THINK SO.

i, along with all rational people, have always considered the american war on drugs to be a piece of shit so the persecution of marc and the 5 year sentence are not a surprise. what is a surprise is our fecking arsehole piece of shit prime minister allowing marc to be extradited by a lunatic regime that is currently trying to destroy the planet.

i'm pretty sure any progressive european government would tell obama to go fuck himself if he tried to extradite one of their citizens for selling marijuana seeds.

blow me

i procrastinated all summer about fixing a chimney. the mortar has been crumbling away and i noticed some big chunks on the roof. it's nice day, sunny with the odd cloud keeping the temperature down. i figured the cement might crack if i did it in the blazing sun of the last few months. i went onto the roof with a few screwdrivers and a brush. after chipping lots of loose cracked mortar from around the chimney i got the trusty leaf blower to blow all the loose crap off the roof. after cleaning off the roof i decided to give the chimney a blow to get rid of any dust and dirt. holy shit, chunks of mortar came off. i was so pleased with the blower i went around the roof cleaning out the eaves. of course i blew tons of shit onto my neighbors sundeck. so it goes.

2 buckets of cement later and the job was done. for years i considered leaf blowers to be useless pieces of junk but now i love that son of bitch blowing machine.



blow me!

art

gene gene built a machine
joe joe made it go
art art blew a fart
and blew the fecking thing apart.

speaking of art, the fast food princess painted a little picture for my birthday. somewhere along the line she noticed that i like turtles.



when i was a teenager my goal was to retire at 35. that didn't happen. then i dreamed of retiring at 50. that didn't happen. then i dreamed of retiring at 55. i've now reached 55 and the time has come to shit or get off the pot.

i might shit this spring.

in honor of the fast food princess and her art.

the can racket

it's been a good few days for cans recently. i've collected $11.75 and now have $231.30 in my raspberry jam jar. earlier this year i spent $335.99 on a netbook and used cash in the raspberry jam jar for the purchase. all in all it's been a pretty good year can wise.

you may notice that i've deleted almost all my old posts. i've been getting lots of anonymous comments on old posts recently and whomever is responsible seems to know a fair bit about me.

friend or foe? i don't know.

of course the old posts seemed brilliant to me when i wrote them but in the light of day many of them seemed idiotic so into the trash bin they went just in case.

the new classy me:



i love you sons of bitches

mountain bikes 101

i spent the past few weeks looking for a bike. first i was going to get a road bike or a hybrid. after test riding a few i knew that i had to have a mountain bike. road bikes are just no good for going over curbs or taking short cuts through parks. i need a bike that can take a licking and keep on ticking.

in my small amount of research i discovered that there is a lot of bullshit in the marketing of these bikes. the expensive bikes with the prestigious brand names have the same components as the cheaper brands. an expensive rocky mountain or kona bike does not have rocky mountain or kona gears, shifters, rims etc. they make the frame but put on other manufacturers components. almost all the shifters are shimano.

so i stumbled upon a bike on sale pretty cheap with a brand name lacking cache and took the plunge. as soon as i noticed the brand name, i had a nickname all ready.

meet the iron maiden.



i won't say what it cost because a certain old prick will tell me he got a lawnmower for free and his $20 bike is just as good.

i love almost everyone of you sons of bitches.