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Friday, May 28, 2004
Poet Laureate of Canned Mystery Meats
Another example of how two completely unrelated things, which individually hold up very well on their own, can unite to become more than the sum of their parts. Warning: reading spamku WILL make you hungry for unknown meat in a can, and may cause extended run-ins with your toilet. Currently listening to Stabilo - Paperboy Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Slim pickings at the Commercial
I've heard from Megan. She assures me that Russ is still alive and well. Yay for us - we still have our no.1 goalie for street hockey. Yesterday after watching Shrek 2 with Tang, Kris, and Nicole, I had a funny broken chat with Clint. The backstory is that we thought he was having a bbq at his place, so we were calling to confirm. The conversation went a little like this: GM: "Hey Clint, it's George" CL: groggy sounding "unh... oh... hi Rick." GM: ?? puzzled look on face "are you having a barbeque tonight?" CL: still groggy "huh? Bbq? I like bbq..." At that point, I realized Clint was still in sleepy land, and so I left Edmonton with my appetite for charred meat unsated. But I did get accosted by a cougar at the Commercial hotel (Blues on Whyte) on Sunday night with Kris! That was interesting... in a scary "oh my god she's gonna rape me" kind of way. And what the heck happened to the Sherlock Holmes on Whyte?! It's the Funky Buddha now! Anyways, I think the point of this story was to say the long weekend was too short. There you have it. Pics from Elk Island next time. cya. Currently listening to Dashboard Confessional ft. Michael Stipe - Hands Down |
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