Hobbies

 

I went to a bicycle shop with Mr. Pettit  today. He is a cyclist: it’s one of his passions/hobbies.

Me? What’s my passion/hobby?

I collect thoughts, phrases, ideas, and other things requiring little space.

I don’t need a space ship … a space shoebox will do.

 

note: I don’t need a bicycle either … just a seat is okay.

double note: since Razzbuffnik seems to be on hiatus, here is a band that defines cool … or hip on planetross:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8Fi46BFAF0

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Today #140

Today I realized that humming in a drum is okay sometimes.

 

Souvenirs

 

My friend Mr. Pettit seems to disappear around Christmas each year to visit family in Canada. He always brings me back something.

This year he brought back a pig lighter for me … and other things too.

I think I looked less than appreciative and awed when he gave the pig to me. I clicked it a few times and it didn’t work.

I mumbled something. He mumbled something. We moved on.

I put it on the dashboard of my van, looked at it for a few weeks, and continued using a different lighter for lighting cigarettes.

I eventually tried the pig. It seems to work on warm days … kind of like a coconut seller on a tropical beach.

I like the pig! It is awesome! It is me!

Thanks for the pig!

 

note: if I wasn’t the Cheese, I’d be the Pig!

double note: no one can know you as well as you know yourself, but it’s scary how often other people guess correctly.

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Today #131

Today was pretty good. I can’t ask for more than that sometimes: I’m not greedy.

Pets

 

If I had a pet, I’d name it “Peeve”.

It would probably grow into its name.

I’m not really a pet person, … I’m more of a pet person person.

 

note: if I had 2 pets, I’d name the other one “Padam” … and then have both of them neutered.

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Today #107

Today my pencil was not very subtle … I had to sharpen it.

The Solitary Tango

 

I don’t live alone!

I live with the consequences.

 

note: now that I think about it … I’ve only ever lived with a guy named Shannon Burger when I was 21!  He paid his half of the rent, so that was okay.

double note: people end up living with so many things … and they don’t ever pay their share of the rent!! … people should get rid of those things!

triple note: photo taken by Mr. Pettit. He has a new camera: I was an easy target.

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Today #71

Today unfolded like a nice warm blanket.

Smoping Around

 

I smoke a pack of cigarettes everyday.

I don’t know how many I don’t smoke,

… but it’s probably quite a few.

 

Surgeon General’s note: I wanted to write novels, but the warnings on cigarette packages was the only thing I was good at.

note: I bet the Surgeon General doesn’t really write those notes. False Advertising!!

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Today #66

Today I thought about the unfairy godmother that seems to be alive and well … and messing with all sorts of people who aren’t me.

Collaborating … Without Labs Or Rats

 

Being a co-songwriter is like being a copilot: I could do it by myself … but I don’t know how to play the guitar or fly a plane.

 

note: I’ve been busy hanging out with Mr. Pettit … more than usual … as he prepares for a 5th trip to a recording studio. He’s left for Australia, so I’m back to being a coagulator again.

double note: it’s been like a bad Christmas recently … a serious lack of presence.

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notes to myself #85

They stop making Herbie The Love Bug movies … at least the really good ones.

That’s Just Growth!

 

 

Why am I nice to children?

… because most of them will grow up and want to kick my ass if I’m not.

 

note: Osgood-Schlatter Syndrome or bone growth below the knees are speed bumps.
I have a few bumps on my head from mental growth … possibly.

double note: those pictures look like an old milk advertisement: Milk does a body good!

triple note: maybe I’ve just gotten considerably smaller in the last 4 years.

quadruple note: everyone changes but I remain the same.

quintuple note: I probably could find a photo of the two of us 8 years ago, but I’m lazy.
At 16 he must still be growing.

 

notes to myself #25

You will be 12 years old before you can pin your sister on the floor and torture her with long drools that almost touch her face.
It only happens once and then she looses interest in this competition for some reason.

Non-Existentialisms

 

If I never existed …

- my childhood nextdoor neighbours would have enjoyed more carrots from their gardens.

- my friends might have had stupid nicknames instead of cool ones like: Papagouchie, Blockhead, and Unibrow.

- my mother might have had a  belly button  … and I never would have.

- everyone after 1980 in Canada would have had a different social insurance number. (I’m not sure how they number birth certificates and passports)

- a few plants might not be living, but … a few more than a few plants might be.

 

note: there would be no notes.
… you’d probably just be reading someone else’s thoughts … in a non psychic way hopefully.

double note: don’t worry, I haven’t been playing on those mood swings.

triple note: I hear pushing up daisies   isn’t much fun.

 

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Out Of Sight, Out Of My Mind

 

Nice day,  innit?

Tammy  over at The Tessarae  wondered if I missed anyone while I was off on vacation.

“Missed” is a pretty strong word, … so is “strong” or “blue cheese“.

Did I think of any of you at all a little bit even fleetingly on my excursion? No, not a bit.

I didn’t think of S. Le  over at I Feel Unusual  at all … which is unusual.

 

 I definitely didn’t think of S. Le‘s witty line to Cynical Scribble  about “alcologic“.

 Tammy   never passed through my mind at all while taking this shot of flowers by a strange bridge thingey.

 

 

 Tacky Raccoons   was the furthest thing from my thoughts, although I thought about his cousin the Drunk Tanuki a little.

 

 Epicurienne   didn’t cross my mind or palate.

 

Bonnie Luria   never crossed my palette or my mind.

 

 sweetiegirlz   and her old buildings never entered my head once.

 

 

 w1kkp  and her photos of normal from a different angle didn’t enter my head once with this shot looking up into the sky over ground zero in Hiroshima.

I must have had amnesia about Buck Frain  while snapping this shot of an art poster outside of … someplace … somewhere.

 

 razzbuffnik   never floated through my head while taking this shot of the floating torii at Miyajima. It only floats when the tide’s in though I guess.

 

 Dennis the Vizsla  never entered the doggie door in my head while I snapped this one.

 Turkish Prawn  and Prairie Flounder  were completely absent while looking at the seriously old guns from the 1500′s tucked away inside Matsumoto Castle.

 

I really didn’t think of Doraz  while extremely happy and warm and fuzzy.

 

I didn’t even remember Hot Lard  while taking this one … which is very difficult to do … because they are just rude.

 

I did think about Jim’s Muse  though.

… and Tony  was always a little out of my mind … but I’ve deleted those photos.

I usually just thought about myself the whole entire time.

 

note: I “heart” all of you  in my blogroll … in a manly non-physical way.

 

double note: I’ve missed out a lot of people on the blogroll. I thought of you constantly, but didn’t take any photos … of  skittles, very strangely organized stuff, funny wordplays, penguins, etc … . (sad face)

triple note: I’m sorry if I haven’t caught up on all your blogs, I will shortly (smiley face)

quadruple note: if I’ve offended anyone by not mentioning them, I haven’t meant to.

 

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Paperclips

 

Paperclips are trivial and go unnoticed by most people.

You can live your whole life without needing one.

What do paperclips do?

They hold stuff together that would otherwise just get scattered around, misplaced or lost.

Paperclips are like that one friend or family member that keeps in touch with everyone and lets you know what everyone else is doing.

They keep people from getting scattered around, misplaced, or lost.

They are essential and deserve to be noticed more.

You can’t really live a whole life without needing one.

Those individuals should be called “Peopleclips”.

 

note: pretty snazzy paperclips eh!

 

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