So much for "every day"

It has been, yet again, a considerable time since I have last posted. I haven't been that busy either, web-logging just isn't that interesting to me haha. Although I also haven't played Skyrim in about a week, which is also strange. Maybe I need a new hobby.

I've decided I'm going to make some mead sometime soon, need to save money for 16 lbs of honey and brewing buckets. Yesterday I saw that they do sell mead in liquor stores here, I bought a bottle of The Golden Drop. Sweet, but surprisingly not as sweet as you'd think, tastes a like white wine with just a touch of honey. I was expecting a sticky kind of sweet.
Last night while drinking some mead, I decided to paint a canvas. Turns out I don't have the colors I need, so I'll be making a trip to the art store soon for pinks and blues. It's aggravating to have an unfinished painting laying around.
Sunday has been added to the nights that I work, four nights a week means plenty of cash, which makes everything a lot easier.

PH4T L00T, D00Dz!

While walking to work yesterday, Sam and I found $60 between us scattered through a parking lot. It seemed almost impossible, but I decided I'd double-check on the way back home. I found $120 in the same lot! The only thing that could have made it seem any more like a video game: if they had been in wooden chests. This will definitely help with our plans to go to the bar!
Tonight we're heading to Baba's to see a couple bands play, I've only ever heard Uigg, the other bands are new to me. Any band called Eviction Party has to be a blast, right? I've been to those, they are good parties.

Has it been that long? -OR- Tales of inexplicably flustered women.

Wow, it says I last posted on the 3rd, almost five days ago. Shame on me, I suppose I'll have to make a full update of the past few days' events to make up for lost posts.

On Wednesday I worked, it was lackluster but probably only due to the Christmas' two-week wake of financial destruction on the part of the people who I serve. That happens to be the better aspect of not  celebrating Christmas, makes buying drinks for people afterwards a lot easier.
Thursday, Sam came over with Dann, to smoke and chill out before Sam and I joined my family for dinner at ESM's. I got a Stella and the chicken parmigiana sandwich, it was pretty good but I have trouble deciding what I like there because everything is chicken; I'm not a big fan of chicken because it tastes like fuck-all. Nevertheless the sandwich was decent, later we drank Boone's. Good times all-around.

Yesterday, by that I mean Friday (tomorrow doesn't come until I wake up), Sam and I went up to the mall so I could pay my Internet bill and get a few things. The lady at the counter couldn't seem to understand why I don't use my bank account to pay bills, and got inexplicably flustered the way stupid folks around here do. I haven't used my bank account in a year or so because of the monthly fees, I save money better when I deal wholly in cash. "You know the bank takes cash, right?" is an exemplary quote from our exchange, surely the finest instance of rhetoric in the modern age. It was just one of those moments where I have to nod politely, pay the bill and keep walking. It happens to me a lot actually; people like to be rude to me while they are work for some reason. Once I told a cab driver it was inconvenient the stores close earlier on Sundays, because I work late and it makes it harder to buy groceries that early. She quipped back, "That's no excuse, you've got all day. I go to bed late too. That's no excuse." The nerve, right? As if I needed an excuse for anything, all I did was state an opinion. That is a big deal with conservative Islanders though; the "right" to force every store to close on Sunday because of... I don't know, Jesus or some shit. So, I probably offended her political-religious-social mental complex by being such a goddamn bleeding-heart liberal. But, I digress.
We went to a couple places after that, I wanted to get new markers but they were really expensive, I bought a video game instead. It's pretty shitty actually, I usually hate zombie games and this one isn't much different. Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare, it's pretty goddamn boring.

Later Friday night, Sam and I ventured to the bar to drink with Jenn and Rissa. We had a couple drinks and played some pool, at one point they all went to the washroom like girls do, so I racked the balls and got myself another drink. The bar is less than 15 feet from the pool table, and I was away for 30 seconds. When I turned around, two people were about to play the table I'd just set up. I told them I had just set it up for my friends and we're about to play, the guy gave me his cue. The girl stood over the table again with the cue, so I walked over and once again told her we're playing the table. She took aim anyway and said, "You don't have to be a jerk." Laying my cue across the table so she couldn't shoot, I told her again not to shoot because we were playing. She yelled, "Don't be a jerk!" I kept my stick on the table and stared at her, she put her head down, handed me the cue and walked away. All agreed that she was the jerk.
Eventually Mike showed up with a few people, we played pool some more until Kyle started skipping the cue ball and shot the balls straight into the pockets. But he's kind of a douche anyway.

"Today", we'll call it, I hanged out in the apartment with Sam until she went home. Then I had to work, it was slow at first but then it got so busy I had to call for back-up. I have to work again at 12:30, which sucks because that's in seven hours and I'm still not that tired. I'm basically just going to smoke and eat enough to become tired, and hope I pass out for like six hours. Maybe I'll post again sooner, next time.

Decent day

On my walk earlier I got plenty pictures of tags, I was a bit disappointed because someone said there was a piece, but it was just some outlines and bombs. I also got some groceries and liquor bought, so that was good.
Here are some choice works I found on my jaunt:

The Events of Yesterday, The Plans for Today

So yesterday I thought I worked at 8:00pm, when I got to work Mike was already there because I forgot we agreed to switch shifts. Luckily I brought a bit of cash to work, so I bought a few drinks and chatted with him for a couple hours. Then I came home and immediately got very high, which culminated in the watching of Boss Nigger on my laptop. I have to say it's a pretty awesome movie, it's about two black bounty-hunter cowboys fighting crime and racist whiteys, and it's full of moments that are inappropriate to laugh at. Like this unforgettable moment:

"Just kill me, nigger."
*loads gun* "That's Mister Nigger to you!"

The police also came into my building last night because my neighbor was playing music too loud at around 2:30am. I had my headphones on to watch the movie, then took them off to hear police arguing with him in the hallway. All I really caught was it was the birthday of the guy who called the cops, it didn't sound like they charged the guy they just warned him.

As for today, I'm getting ready to go out for a stroll. Gonna take pictures of graffiti, or anything else that catches my eye since Charlottetown has changed a lot since I last had a new camera. I'll upload some of the pictures later.

Got a camera!

What are the odds that just days after I blew the dust off my 5-year old camera to start this weblog, I'd get a new camera? Awesomeness abounds.

I just finished getting all my Christmas presents into the apartment today, there were so many I left bags of them at my parents' place. Lots of kitchenware, bedsheets, a console with 60 Atari games, laptop bag, and copious piles of chocolate.

Michou had a decent New Year's party, unfortunately I didn't get any pictures.

The products of PEI's education system...

... are professional editors who don't know "shute" isn't a word. (see article)
I don't even know what to say. The English language is really going down the poop chute.
An another note, I hope the poor guy is okay, that has got to hurt.

Reason to listen to metal #902: It's louder than twenty Islanders in a blizzard

I woke up to about a half a dozen slack-jawed yokels guffawing in the hallway outside my apartment. Having lived here all my life, I have no patience left for the country-bumpkin way of life, and especially not for its proponents. The offending accents sounded of Montague or somewhere else on the East end, but it's hard to be sure because I don't speak Islander very well. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, Maritime accents are sort of like the Pikey accent (Brad Pitt's character in Snatch) except more nasally and slower. Here are some examples of fairly common Islanderisms, complete with translations.

"He's roight ettuv'er, can't get the car etta the g'rage."
"Roight ettuv'er" = "Right out of her"
"Etta the g'rage" = "Out of the garage"
Contrary to American belief, not all Canadians say oot and aboot, here in the East Coast it's more like "ewt". In conjunction with "of", it becomes a shorter "ett". The f in "of" is usually dropped unless "her" is added, in which case you get the contraction of'er; out of'er = "ettuv'er". Garage here is not "gah-RAHJ", the g and r have no vowel in-between and the last syllable becomes the harsh, nasally "readge".


"She's a slippy one today, I was drivin' wide-open and slid a fair piece on the ice."
Islanders almost never say slippery, it is always slippy, and in this case "she" means the weather or outdoor conditions. "Wide-open" is kind of like full-throttle, except only hicks say it. One can play music wide-open, drive down the highway wide-open, probably even projectile vomit wide-open. I'm unsure of the origins or limits of this yokel-ism. A "fair piece" is an indefinite unit of measurement. Just how far is a fair piece? Usually the speaker doesn't even know.

"Okay there buddy, I could care less. Fuckin' do somethin'!"
Little do you know, this guy wants to fight you! "Buddy" is something an Islander will only call you when you are not his buddy, i.e. he doesn't know your name and doesn't like you much.
To confuse matters, Islanders think "could" and "couldn't" mean the same thing, as the proper expression is "couldn't care less"; if one could care less, then one still cares a little bit, even though the expression is meant to express a lack of caring.
And finally, the overall uselessness of Islanders is summed up with the way they ask you to fight: "Do somethin'!", usually shouted with one fist raised above the head as though they were taught how to punch by the Notre Dame "Fightin' Irish" logo. They don't want to start anything of course and often take back their (poor excuses for) words, regardless how many people they have with them. Just act like you're from Trawna (Toronto) and they'll shit their over-alls.

So that about sums it up, I absolutely cannot stand hearing people from this Island in the adjacent hallway hahah, and so Slayer is my savior this morning. I may post some more Islanderisms some day, for now I'm off to clean and shower. I'm going to a friend's New Year's Eve party so I'll have plenty of pictures to post another time!

New Year's Eve's Eve

So far I've had three vodka-Red Rains, plenty of smoke and I'm going to make a Michelada after this post. I consider this training for tomorrow night; if I still have a hangover when I get drunk again, I think they'll cancel each other out... right?

In other news, jalapeño poppers are fucking delicious and I wish I had bought five shit-tonnes of them. They would have been awesome with my Mexicanly-prepared beer, with the "ñ" and the spiciness and whatnot.


The other day I started playing as a female Khajit in Skyrim, I have to say that after my fifth character I greatly prefer using the Khajit's hand-to-hand style. It does a shocking amount of damage, anyone who plays should seriously try it. I got the PC version the night it came out, and to date I have the following characters:

• Drakios the Argonian: I made my first character look like a dragon, being Dragonborn and all. I didn't really know where I was going with my character so I made a new one. Haven't played Drakios since.
• Danyil the Nord: My second character looks a bit like me, and has my name with a more Nord spelling. I play him occasionally, but got a bit bored after completing a few faction questlines.
• Forgot-her-name Mona Lisa the Wood Elf: Sam made this character for me, I can't remember her name but I'll check the next time I play her name is Mona Lisa and it was funny because Sam didn't think it would really show the beheading at the start of the game, haha she was appalled. I don't play this character but I may some day.
• Xavier the Redguard: I realized my other characters were in the Imperial Legion, so I decided to make a Stormcloak-aligned character. I also tried to make him a "good-guy", albeit one who still steals and murders. It's just that usually I'm even more of an asshole than that. I found the Redguard's strength and extra Stamina very useful.
• Loki the Khajit: After seeing YouTube videos of user Robbaz beating the ever-loving shit out of all kinds of things, I decided I would also make a good fisticuffs character. Since it's a Khajit I tried to make it look like my cat, Loki. You can't make an all-black Khajit (racist bastards) so it's not really even close, but it's already pretty easy to kick some ass without a sword after just two days.

I'll post pictures of my characters soon, and maybe a bit more about the playing styles I use for each of them. Enough typing words though, I'm going to open Steam and get ready for some hardcore WASD action. Peace.

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes of my own heartburn

Sam and I, check out Sam's weblog at http://samantha-skywalker.blogspot.com!

I got some sleep and bought Tums with my groceries today, now I can drink whisky without waking up dead! I think the Michelada last night probably didn't help.

Beer, tomato juice, lime juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce and spice. Have at you, stomach! (photo from Wikipedia)

It's basically a Mexican Caesar with beer instead of vodka, and it is excellent. I still have beer left so I'll probably make another today, I'm not too gun-shy since I've bought Tums. My Michelada is a more Canadian version, however:

• Molson XXX (7.3% ABV)
• Clamato juice instead of tomato juice
• lemon juice instead of lime
• Worcestershire sauce
• Frank's Red Hot sauce
• celery salt instead of chili powder

Not very Mexican ingredients, but nonetheless; ¡Ándele! ¡Ándele! ¡Arriba!

Heartburn

I've been up since 6:30am, couldn't get back to sleep with heartburn. Sam's still asleep, looks like I get to stealth post....