Where you can read the relatively rational ramblings of a silly half-monkey, half-boy. This freak of nature is named Joel. He also responds to the name 'Bart Wang'.

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Oh yeah, I didn't tell you. I worked out with Belly for the first time ever. And I did certain exercises for the first time ever. And, as a result, I have been unable to walk properly for the first time ever. Stupid fitness. Dang you, Belly!

It's 5 days later and I'm still barely able to walk. I find it difficult to sit down and stand up. I have a hard time sleeping. Stupid fitness. Maybe the tub-o-lard life is the one for me. After all, chicks dig the mind, not the body, right Melanie? Hmmm.

Friday, January 24, 2003

Dr. Phil is a genius. Many disagree with me, roll their eyes and start beefin' about how it seems so hokey. But he's logical, sticks with the common sense approach and holds people accountable. Bloody hell, I learn from the show! Listen up, folks, Dr. Phil could be talking to you.

Thursday, January 23, 2003

I can't bend my arms. You think I'm kidding. Well, I'm over-exaggerating. But I can't do it normally. They can bend to a 90 degree angle, but when I try to bend them more (say, to pick my nose), it hurts a lot and it's really slow. It's not slow because it hurts but it is slow against my will. I want to move fast but I can't. And it feels like the tendons are going to snap at the back of my arms. Bloody hell. And Belly says that working out is good. It only happened after I worked out! Jeepers creepers. Damn fitness.

Friday, January 17, 2003

I don't consider myself to be caught up with money and getting more of it. But I still find I wish I had more as soon as I get paid. I'm giddy for the next pay day. Right now I'm eagerly awaiting income tax returns. I can't imagine living like a slave to the dollar. I'd encourage you to live free as well.

Yay! Weekend! Woo hoo! Pheew. I can now breathe easy for a couple days. Damn, it's cold out. I think that we, as a country, have seasonal amnesia. This diagnosis may be applied to all countries, but I think it would be ludicrous to speak for the rest of the world. I can only speak for the 25-30 million people in my country. Anyhow, yeah, seasonal amnesia. How many times have people said this to you - 'Holy crap! It's frickin' cold out! I don't remember it being this cold last year!' Did the temperature not get as low as -15 Celsius last year? Dang straight, it did. Any chance we'll remember that? Nope. Same thing happens every season. Either it seems too hot, too cold or not hot enough. Let's keep it real, no one in Canada without a mental illness maintains that it's not cold enough. All this to say that I was freezing when I went outside today. Thank goodness it wasn't for very long.

Saturday, January 11, 2003

It's Saturday, finally. This was the first week since the beginning of December that I worked 5 full days. I had a week of holidays, then Christmas week (2.5 days off) and New Year's week (2.5 days off). Government jobs kick ass. Of course, there are stressful parts too. But I manage, by the grace of God, I'm sure.
I finished watching the first season of '24' last night just before 2AM. Damn, that show is AMAZING. I'm almost glad I didn't watch it on TV because I'd be so pissed when I had to wait a week to see what happened next. I watch 6 episodes yesterday. The "alternate ending" was pretty lame. Overall, you gotta see it if you already haven't.
Been chattin' with a fine MC from Albany, NY (518 in the hizzouse), my man, Sev Statik. Check out the upstate NY hip hop scene at www.pitchcontrolmusic.com - it's slick.
As for me, tonight is jam-packed with love and goodness. First, I'm going to see 'Bowling For Columbine' again, this time with different company (Melanie, Soo, and whoever else wants to go). Then Melanie and I will be joining Karen, Sean W., Ben "Baby Goose", his lady Terah and other rabid rock fans to see the Weakerthans. If I recall, Chris Carrabba really likes the Weakerthans. That's a vote of confidence in my books. Chris loves the Beach Boys, so I trust him.
Now I've got to jump in the shower (you decide if you want that mental picture), then Josh and I are going to look at monkey suits, uhh, I mean, tuxedos for his wedding. He's getting married in less than 6 months. Unreal. Much love and respect to you.

Monday, January 06, 2003

Haven't been doing a whole helluva lot. Work was closed on Friday for a 'snow day'. I felt like I was 9 years old. A snow day? Yeah, that's right. I slept an extra couple hours. I think that when I die, I'm going to sleep a lot in heaven. It's not only enjoyable when I'm tired but also when I'm not. Think about it. Tell me you don't love your warm bed on a late Saturday morning. Tell me you wouldn't kick your own mother in the shins for getting you out of bed then. Yeah, you know it.
I've almost watched the entire first season of '24'. I've 18 episodes down and 6 to go. Great present from Melanie. I really don't have a lot to say. I just felt I should write something. Here's what you should do when you finish reading this. Go to www.christianbook.com - yeah, I think 'Christian' literature is wack but they carry some good stuff, not just the stupid crap about 'What Would Jesus Eat?' [Note: He was a carpenter in the Middle East in the first century. Should a 21st century family in North America eat those things? Does God give a rip? The answer to the latter is obviously 'no'.] Then search for 'Messy Spirituality' by Michael Yaconelli. I'm telling you, you'll be grateful. I own two copies and just bought two more from said website. Also bought some other books REALLY cheap. Better than the Christian rip-off, uh, I mean book, store. There's your mission. Should you choose to accept it, you will be assisted in realizing that God loves YOU, and not primarily what you do, what you wear, how you smell (it's probably not good), what you should eat (though, to be kind to your gastrointestinal system, avoid real Mexican food) or who your favourite hip hop crew is (I think God's vote would be L.A. Symphony, in case you were wondering - www.lasymphony.com).

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

It's now 2003. Big hairy deal. I know I've said this repeatedly and it's probably been the same people around me at the time so they have heard this spiel several times. It's one second difference. Who gives a rip? The universe does not operate according to the calendar that Western society accepts. Neither does China or Israel and probably plenty of other countries. A holiday for the passage of one moment. Wow, how stupid. And millions and millions of people die needlessly around the world, if only we'd stop pissing away money (literally and figuratively) for this ridiculous night. Of course, I had fun at Peggy's house, taking pictures, playing the 'name' game, making farting noises, dropping the last dump of 2002... Good times.
I had my big Christmas party last night. It was a boisterous success. People were extremely generous with their money. Between about 40 people, they donated about $770! I took that money and donated it to Mission Services (Hamilton shelter), Opportunity International (www.opportunitycanada.ca) and Christian Blind Mission International (www.cbmi.org). Thanks everyone. I hope you all had a good time. I enjoyed having you all out with me.
Today was only a half day of work. Sweet can. Got home to find a package from my friend Bill Power. A whole padded envelope filled with musical love (including Embodyment, Havalina, Mike Knott and the new Living Sacrifice). Oh yeah, and the Christmas Pedro The Lion 7". Thanks Bill! Then I ran into my good friend, Ben Gosling, previously of Hamilton, then of Windsor, now back and in full effect in Hamilton. He's working at Value Village and I was shopping there today. Picked up a couple shirts and a pair of pants. Then Ben made me wise to the deal of the day - an official Hulk Hogan t-shirt at the Amity next door. Damn straight. It's slick, dude. Two bucks. I ain't kiddin'. It was my New Year's wear. That and my belt buckle and my bell bottom cords. I was lookin' fine, I must say.
Almost three hours into this fictional "new year" and I'm not yet in bed. I must be mentally delayed. I'm heading to the barn now. Grab some hay and hit it. Peace out.