7:30 Pm. -3C. Ontario.

7:30 pm. -3°C. Ontario.

Getting paid to sit next to gear while a bunch of middle class white people present the story of a teen-pregnant Jewish middle-eastern refugee family.

By singing to synth music tracks.

But there's a real donkey and horse.

Temperature Control

Me as a child: Why can't we turn up the heat? More clothes are stupid. We're inside! We have heating! We are gods of our artificial environment!

Me as a broke ass adult opening a hydro bill: Ohhhhhh.

Letterkenny Live Encore Tour

Wed Dec 5, 2018

Meridian Center, St. Catharines, Ontario

In the audience for a change! A holiday treat.

Season 6 confirmed for Xmas Day!

Check your local LCBO for the official Puppers beer!

I'm killing time by decorating my helmet with LEDs anew.  The lights on the Icon Variant Thriller lasted from December to May, which was when I crashed and had to retire the helmet.

So I'm sitting here sticking the lights to the peak on my Scorpion Exo and this church asshole keeps glancing over at me and I can tell he's dieing to say something.

 I finish up and he blurts out to the audio guy "There's no way that's gonna hold!"

 I calmly inform him it held last year.  And last year I used low tack green painters tape.   So by logic, the gaff tape I have now should be even better.

He's flustered for a second, then retorts gleefully "then you must not go very fast!" as he grins triumphantly at the audio guy again.

 "Yah, I mean, I've only got a 750cc Adventure bike so I top out around 180 (km).  Maybe if I could break 250  I'd work in more zip ties."

 He got mad and turned his back to me. And hasn't talked or looked at me since.

I love this. Wholeheartedly embrace this mentality. Stopping to check on people at the side of the road, changing their tires, it's something I embrace as a Honda rider (You meet the nicest people on one!).

Three years back in a Toys R Us, me and Garwik have a holiday tradition of 'build Lego all day'. We don't have kids, but we are kids, so it's a nice day together. I'm standing in line with a cart of Star Wars sets, bundled to the nines in my cold weather riding gear, and there's a young man and I presume his mother in line ahead of me. This was the rougher end of town, and the haggard appearance and visible tattoos were enough for a snap judgement that the dude had a less than perfect life. So he's got a basket of toddler toys and they're ringing it up and it's about $130. The guy and what I presumed to be the kids grandmother count out their cash. Then count it again. Then start removing things from the order, one item at a time. Out comes the Paw Patrol toy. Out comes the carpet playmat town for driving toy cars on. Out comes the off brand duplo. Finally they get their total under $100. And that's when I had enough. "Ring up the stuff they pulled," I told the teen on cash. Everyone looked at me like I was bonkers. "It's Christmas," I said. "Kids don't understand that Santa has a budget. Or why the rich kids get the best toys. Do you mind if I get you your things, and you guys have yourself a good holiday?" The guy behind me in line was irritated at the delay. Fuck 'im. Young man and his mom couldn't thank me enough. "Hey, don't worry about it. Maybe some day when you're doing good, just pay it forward." I don't care if that was foolish of me, or reckless, or if "they probably wasted all their money on crack". Ugh. Y'gotta trust in people, look out for each other, because we're all stuck in this mess together.

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

The most important sign of any concert load-in or movie/tv location shoot.