Getting Two Birds Stoned At Once

Linderella,

I'm not sure if I've already mentioned to you that I've been looking forward to April for quite some time. I present you with Exhibit A, B, C, and D:


The Reigning Kings of Sunnyvale.

Me asking Julian to write something about his sexy black T-Shirt in my book.

Ricky and Bubbles discussing what Julian actually ended up writing in the book, which was "Drink Rum Jenny, you hot little thing, you". My heart was a flutter, as you can clearly see.

Now I'll admit I've had some pretty strange obsessions in my time; flashback to my elementary school love letter to Jason Priestley, all the years in high school when I would bring cake to class to celebrate David Letterman's birthday, or my month-long stalkage of Dave Foley in Toronto, ending with me drunkenly trying to kiss him in front of his girlfriend - just to name a few. In recent years, there has been no other celebrity I've wanted to meet more than Ricky of the Trailer Park Boys. There's just some kind of raw je ne sais quoi about a guy whose entire life revolves around hydroponics, malapropisms and pepperoni sticks. And let's not forget the firebolt silk shirt and track pants combination. What a statement.

You know spring time is finally arrived when the Season Opener of TPB Premieres. I can't help but think back of the season 5 Premiere that you and I drove down to Cowtown for to meet Lahey and Randy. Fresh faced and tooth infected, we were. Our scheduled host went MIA and Ryan and Noomie were kind enough to take us two vagrants in for the night - the first time of many (even though Newman apparently has no recollection of this ever happening - that is also a first of many - ha ha). It was that very night that the Mad Tappers fell in love with me and my feminine wiles, or so he says. Trixie little Hobbit. Needless to say, the boys of Summer have a place very near and dear to my heart. It was lovely to finally meet them... and share a piece of fried chicken.

Like I said, April has been Kick Assin' along so far. I've met the Kings of Sunnyvale, made a whirlwind trip into Albitter for Easter with my international groupies (thanks for the hospitality by the way - such a doll). Got to see RyGuy, Noomes, Nate Lemay, Wayne at SinCity - still no Cory though. I'm saving a hug for ya, big guy, and a big slap on the ass. The latter only goes if I've been drinking gin. And if Ryan has too. Back in Van I was the sound girl at Tuggy Nutshot's first West Coast gig, and attended my debut as a sketch comedy writer at the VFS Sketch Comedy Night. I wrote about a Dad who comes to Career day at his kid's elementary school and thinks he's the spawn of Satan - it went pretty well other than the actors messing up my line about the cleft palate.

Last Friday I took out the German, you remember Rene (Goat Foot Licker - nuff said), to a Bass Nectar concert with Sergio. Rene's girlfriend broke up with him over the phone literally as we were heading out the door, so I figured I'd help him drown out all his sorrows. We took some vitamins (some that he'd never taken before), got in a stretched limo with 10 of our closest friends, grabbed a 26 of rye and drove around the city boozing for an hour before reaching the Commodore for the show. Serge was done before the warm up act was over and had to go home. ha ha. The band was kickass....I'm pretty sure....From what I remember they rocked and Rene had a great time. Apparently I wore him out, his roommates tell me he didn't leave his bed for two days after that. Mission Accomplished.

A couple days ago, me, Josh, Anisha, Rene and some others went to the symphony at Vancouver's Orpheum Theatre, which is stunning in and of itself. Those violinists rocked Beethoven's 7th Symphony, and don't even get me started on the William Tell Overture. And as for your pending question, no I didn't have the mini opera glasses, we were in the fourth row. Although I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to know that my mother owns a pearl set of those for when she attends the ESO Pops orchestra. What am I going to do when I inherit all that stuff? I wonder if my brother and I are going to divy up the Dicken Village? If so, dibbs on Fezziwig's house.

So that's been my April so far....you know, with some school stuff in between. As of today I'm officially on Spring Break. I think I'll head out to the Island for a bit, see Laura Borealis, maybe even get some quality writing in.

By the way, tomorrow I'm helping out the Swede by playing myself in some documentary he's making for MTV Europe about his life in Canada. I honestly love what my life here has become. I don't actually know if MTVE will pick this thing up, but Nik keeps telling me that he's actually famous back home, so we'll see. LOL. I told him I'd do it as long as he didn't try and tell the camera in Swedish that I'm his girlfriend. I better get that in writing.

There's the update from Vancity, where the sun is finally starting to shine.

Take it Easy

The Siddler

P.S. Congrats to us on our 50th Blog Entry!!! Okay, Congrats to you. I only wrote about six of them.

Keepin It Rural!

J-Dids,
Here is a Little Story about Last Friday: I was happily jaunting around campus, pretty proud of myself for making it to school for the first time since Monday when I started to approach quad and heard a slight ruckus goin' down. I saw fences and could hear the sounds of laughter and chainsaws...I was suddenly elated with the prospect of beer gardens; exactly what I needed to get rid of my hangover from the previous night’s debauchery! But as I got closer I realized it was actually the Faculty of Forestry's "Logger Days" where they show off the wicked axe throwing and chainsaw skills that they have been diligently practicing all year. There were no nunchucks but i was still mildly impressed. I stopped to watch the manly men for a while as a sad realization crept into my head: This is occurring on a university campus, a place that used to represent liberal ideals and intellectual thought. In the 60's campuses were ground zero for social change and revolts and demonstrations. They were a place to experiment with drugs and discover your sexuality, at least that's what TV and movies have lead me to believe. Now any ass-clown, myself included, can get into Uni and most of us just apathetically drift through our education, taking the path of least resistance, focusing only on our upcoming weekend of liminal release, (FYI that means getting drunk and having sex.)

I briefly frowned inwardly at the thought of the excitement of the past that I had missed out on; I would have made an excellent hippy with all the free-love goin' around and whatnot. I shook off the thought by sighing and thinking "yep, I live in Alberta" and then walked over to CAB so i could get into the 90 person line-up for Tim Hortons like the stupid drone that I am.

I am not sure what point I am trying to get at. At first i thought I would just write a humorous blog about chainsaws and make a lot of lumberjack jokes. I seem to surprise myself in that every time I write I start out to say something and end up saying something completely different. Something I didn’t even realize I felt so strongly about usually comes bubbling out. I guess I am just recognizing my lack of and need for more self reflection? It’s hard to have a real thought these days with all the deadlines and drama, let alone give myself time to really get a good ponder on. And when I do catch on to a potentially worthwhile thought I normally have to get to class, catch up on studying, or write someone a text….and if that pesky thought is STILL floating around after that I usually just shove my headphones in my ears and drown it out before I really give myself the time to work it through. It makes me think back to my Hideous Soc of Youth class last semester. It is kind of true that University is sometimes just a…muzzle on critical thinking? Which is ridiculous since it’s supposed to be a place where the thinkers go. Not that I’m saying ppl that go to post secondary are smarter or thinkers or anything special. I try really hard not to hold preconceived notions about ppls intelligence based on stupid stuff like that, (i.e. I try not to be an “academic snob”) but maybe despite that I still am. It COULD be proposed that Uni is just a device to teach the smart people to stand in line and lust for future salaries. I really just don’t have time to give a shit…about anything! (other than myself of course haha!) I am aware of how ignorant I am but Im also probably so ignorant that I am ignorant about my ignorance. There are a lot of things I support and believe in and am against and have an opinion on…I think? I guess I have slight ideas of them, I just have never really had the time (nor made the effort) to actually think about it enough to make a decision. It is sometimes pretty difficult to keep anything in my head other than if im having a bad hair day and what my day’s running calorie count is at haha. At certain times I feel like my brain is on autopilot: “Work, Friends, Party, School, Party, Boyfriend, Rinse, Repeat.” Not that Im complaining. I love my life, but sometimes I get scared I am missing a shit-ton of what life really is supposed to be. So yea, I guess there’s something to be said for “false consciousness” and all that jazz…but most of the time I’m too busy telling lazy hippies to shut the eff up and start contributing to Alberta’s economy to give it much thought HaHa!

But anyways, I leave U wit a Pic of a Lumberjack because really, when else will I ever have a valid reason to google the word "lumberjack?" haha :)

Thugs & Kisses, Lin-Diz