If you say so.

I've not been ignoring you, friends... my energy's been directed elsewhere, briefly.

Fr'instance... I completed two new hour long mixes for both the Backstreet and Surgery blogs.

The Backstreet mix is here.
The Surgery mix is here.

I also finished up work at the lab last Thursday... so I'm not automatically in front of a computer every night for five hours. A blessing for some, a curse for others... for me... a blurse, I guess.

My first weekend off was also blursed with a borrowed copy of the first season of the new Battlestar Galatica TV series. Proof you can be serious in Sci Fi without having to be pretentious too.

Right now I'm struggling through store stuff... Getting little orders/special orders out there... doing it for the kids, y'know.

By the way... the store'd been bereft of quotable exchanges until last week when a customer showed up to pick up a specially ordered CD. He'd not been in the store before and had been directed to us for special order purposes by one of the chain stores. After paying for his disc and poking around a bit he headed for the door, but just before leaving:

He: Oh, I know another disc you can get for me.

Me: Sure.

He: Dylan's Street Legal.

Me: Yeah, that doesn't show up second hand very much... no problem.

He: It's a good one. I was in a Mexican prison for two years a while back and it was one of two tapes I had.

Me: I would think you'd never want to hear it again!

He: No, it was one of my crowning moments.

and he was off.

Gotta split, too.

Now it can be told...

All this week I've either had my camera or my camera cable... but never both... at the lab so I couldn't put these up for consideration:

Thursday April 6th:
Blood Meridian, Meligrove Band, The Constantines at The Cellar:

Matt Camirand aka Blood Meridian (also member of Black Mountain).
Proved that the last day of classes is not the best time for an acoustic set.

Favourite between song patter:

• This next one is for these two drunk girls. Enjoy now, you'll be puking later


• Thanks for sort've listening

The Constantines standing on the newly erected stage barrier... how long has this been around??

Friday April 7:
Lost Boys BBQ:

It was nice when the idea occurred... of course it was raining while we charred... but we had the power of Daedelus and Deadbeat to see us through:

Saturday April 8th
Texas Hold 'Em @ Howard's

not pictured.
mentioned briefly in Sunday's post.

Why so quiet?

I lost $15 at poker... but I skipped breakfast

I took a bus yesterday from King's Place to campus. Someone sitting behind me was listening to the song Toxic by Britney Spears loudly in headphones. I never thought it could happen in Canada.

I also picked up breakfast at McDonald's yesterday. I am not above reproach... but while the counter person an I were both waiting for our hashbrowns to finish deep frying he tried to strike up a conversation. This is how it went:

He: It's supposed to be this nice all weekend

Me: Yeah?

He: 8 to 13.

Me: Mmm.

He: Yeah.

[long silence]

He: My birthday's in August, though.

Me: ?

He: I take my week off then.

[hash brown beep, thankfully]

Here are ten blog sites with only one post. Most started (and ended) in 2004... bad year for blogging apparently:

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should I stay or should I go?

The Constantines are at the Cellar tonight.

Tonight is also last class at UNB.

People much younger than me will be more excited than me about things that don't concern me...

Hmmmm.

I'll let you know.

Cuts Like a Knife

The power of the simile in poetry (a descriptive word preceded by the word "like" or "as") is usually generated by an unexpected disjunction between the action and/or the word used to describe it... though not too disjunctive so as to enter into the world of non-sequitur or verging upon the opposite, thereby involving irony.

For example:

Cuts like a smile... fairly good simile... a smile is usually a beneficial gesture, but when it is insincere or mocking... then it can "cut"... plus bonus points for the possibility of teeth being involved in cutting.

Whereas:

Cuts like a platypus

or

Cuts like a cricket bat

not so effective.

Had a weekend (well, Sunday-Tuesday) visiting parents which went by fairly easily. Overdosed on white trash court TV yesterday. What I've learned is that you should never provide anyone you love/like/trust with a cell phone/rental car/apartment room. Also the only people who commit senseless acts upon each other are either black, white and fat, or black/white with neck tattoos, teased hair, smoky glasses. I don't really have a favourite amongst them. Judge Judy is the most straightforward, aimed least obviously at the lowest common denominator (LCD) plus she has the best bailiff. Judge Marilyn Milian on the People's Court is a younger, sassier version of Judy... with added ethnic heat (she can cuss the plaintiffs out in their native tongues). Then you have Judge Joe Brown and Judge Mathis... more or less the same shtick... but of the two I'd have to give JB the edge for looking irretrievably worn out, pissed off, etc... and for letting the two sides yell at each other like two year olds before he booms out to them his assessment of their place in the food chain... plus bonus points for the court reporter with the best hair... Jacque Kessler.

One of the newer shows (and most bizarre) in the genre is Moral Court (I've just discovered that it isn't new... just ran for 2000-2001 before being cancelled... thank goodness for daytime reruns). Essentially the way this one works is you rat out friends and family for being complete bastards (i.e. one of the litigants squealed on his brothers' scam of smuggling in dead bugs to restaurants and sprinkling them in entrées of restaurants with bad service). The judge (Judge Elder) then assesses whether the defendants are immoral for their shenanigans... or perhaps the litigant is immoral for being such a tattling ninny... then the winner gets $500. Easy! but Weird! We should have that here in Fredericton. I'll be a bastard to you if you split the cash with me later. Promise?

All the commercials during the 4+ hour block of human misery are for other "real" lawyers who want to sue anyone you say is responsible for your own stupidity... for prescription drugs that could (in rare occasions) kill you while they fix your sleeplessness or itchy scalp... for services to reconnect your telephone after the phone company has cut you off for non-payment... and for various academies of learning that teach skills like TECHNOLOGY... (ie computers, y'know computers, why you so stupeed, stupeed?)... or my favourite the one for cosmetology where the "success story" graduates liken their hair dressing to poetry, sculpture and the mood altering power of prescription drugs.

Ah well.

You may have noticed that certain links and pictures on this blog (and the others) are either changed or inoperative. It's a slight case of server re-routing I'm trying to get solved... pray for me... It's a UNB issue.

But for now here are a few photos of the triumphant return of Marc Bragdon!!!