Thursday, August 31, 2006

You wouldn't think this would work. But it does. Simpsons vs Star Trek.

posted by Not Indie Enough 9:56 AM  3 comments

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

What dudes must be saying to themselves on a Friday night by Richmond.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to iron my striped shirt.

posted by Steven 12:15 PM  3 comments

Monday, August 28, 2006

AHAHAHAHA, so I got a good one for all you CCITers out there. Who all remembers good ol' CCT100 with Pascal? Well, apparently Sam Logan of Sam and Fuzzy knows a thing or two about our cirriculum, as this weeks comic would suggest.

hehehhehehe semaphore.

posted by Not Indie Enough 8:46 AM  0 comments

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Last day as a temp tomorrow.

posted by Steven 7:36 PM  0 comments

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

I bought the new Alexisonfire album Crisis yesterday. It's hard to say what I think about it because I really cannot decide if I find it to be their best album or their worst. That sounds absurd I know but I'll explain why.

None of the songs stand out immediately as huge radio hits. Songs like Accidents, Pulmonary Archery, 44 Caliber Love Letter Straight From My Heart, and other truly massive radio singles (massive for a band of this genre) are not really on this album. Boiled Frogs, This Could Be Anywhere in the World, and maybe We Are the Sound come closest, but they lack the individuality that previous singles they've written had.

That being said, as far as an album works, this is their best album to listen to from start to finish. The songs are all very distinctive, and the relationship between Dallas' and George's singing has grown even more complex, and they compliment one another instead of acting as two voices talking back and forth as on previous albums. The music has taken the best aspects of their self-titled and Watch Out! and combined them, with hard hitting, complex guitars ala their debut, and the fantastic melodies and harmonies of their second album. It's one of those albums that just gets better and better with every listen.

So I would definitely recommend picking it up, the album is VERY good. I just have trouble labelling it as their best because I think they have maybe made it too generic in the sense that while it's a solid album, it lacks the occasional punch that an album needs to knock you back and think "wow". In their debut, it came from the first track, Water Wings, and Pulmonary Archery. In Watch Out! it came from Accidents, No Transitory, and Happiness by the Kilowatt. In this album, the songs all compliment one another, and can't stand by themselves.

posted by Not Indie Enough 9:40 PM  2 comments

Okay, so, I can now confirm that indeed breaking one's elbow is far worse than getting four wisdom teeth pulled, though I am a little concerned about one thing which I'll get to in a minute.

Now, I have got pain, don't get me wrong, and although they gave me T3s, the pain is not really going away. I thought everyone told me T3s were supposed to just make you feel amazing?? I have NOOOO such reaction. Last night it was great, it stopped all the pain, but right now it's having no such effect.

But yah...I am concerned because I can't feel the left side of my lower lip, or the area roughly one inch around it. At first I wondered if it was just the anesthetic because there was a much bigger area I couldn't feel, my tongue included. But now my tongue and the rest of my face is mostly okay. Has anyone else had this experience? I know that it's possible that during the surgery a nerve can get hit on the lower jaw, and I know that my lower jaws are the ones that hurt the most...but yah...did anyone else get this lack of feeling after? I just hope that it's not something permanent.

posted by Not Indie Enough 5:29 AM  5 comments

Monday, August 21, 2006

The Live Amps open for Bellevue
AUGUST 31st, 2006 at Circus Room
8:00pm, $4 at the door

I hear their lead guitarist is a hot piece of ass.

posted by Steven 12:56 AM  1 comments

Friday, August 18, 2006

Soo. I passed my commercial flight test today. I started at ten, and I finished at THREE thirty. Longest test of my LIFE. I have a headache because I am dehydrated, and I want to sleep for days, and let my brain ooze out my ear. But be damned if I didn't pass that mo-fo. Makes me happy.

And for the record, no I cannot fly the big planes now, haha. I can't even get my commercial licence yet, as you need 200 hours and I only have 160. Hopefully by the end of September I'll be fully rated etc etc.

posted by Not Indie Enough 6:07 PM  3 comments

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

It seems Brad has one upped me yet again.

www.hirebrad.com

posted by Steven 8:02 PM  2 comments

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Holy crap the sky is falling, the end is nigh, the four horsemen are upon us, Hell froze over, pigs grew wings...and Canada qualified for the Rugby World Cup???

I dunno bout you...but I am scared.

posted by Not Indie Enough 11:36 PM  1 comments

Thursday, August 10, 2006

joyce joyce says:
drix where u going
joyce joyce says:
i missed your call
Drix, packing says:
yo guyyyy
Drix, packing says:
going to italy
Drix, packing says:
fuck this shit hole
joyce joyce says:
OMG
joyce joyce says:
YAH RIGHT
joyce joyce says:
FUCK YOU
Drix, packing says:
hahahaha
joyce joyce says:
WHEN
joyce joyce says:
OMG
joyce joyce says:
WHY
joyce joyce says:
WHEN
Drix, packing says:
I'm going camping
joyce joyce says:
oh
joyce joyce says:
IN ITALY?

===============================================

lisa says:
where are you going?
Drix, packing says:
italy
lisa says:
what!
lisa says:
are you serious?
Drix, packing says:
Yea guy
lisa says:
with who
Drix, packing says:
myself and a 2-4
lisa says:
...
Drix, packing says:
I'm going camping
lisa says:
dumb ass

posted by Steven 11:27 PM  1 comments

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Ugh.
So around it's around 9pm, the sun has set, and the night is taking hold outside. Venne my dog starts howling at the back door. So I figure I'll let her out, maybe it's a cat or a squirrel. I get up, waltz up the stairs, and go to the back door. She is eagerly anticipating her release into the wide world.

I open the door. She dashes out like a bolt of lightning barreling into the ground.

I hear the barking stop. I see her out the living room window rolling on the ground, digging her snout into freshly laid pine mulch. My immediate thought is "shit she caught something and is eating it". I yell at her, she doesn't stop. I jump out the front door to stop her quickly before she makes some god awful mess.

Then I see it.

Its beady little eyes had both a look of terror and something vaguely resembling "You want summadis? Cuz I GOT summadis." My face looks of terror and something vaguely resembling "My day was going so well until now..." A split-second stare-down occurs as I try to stop myself in midair from leaping from the deck steps. Our eyes are locked in an ancient dance of would-be-attacker versus definitely-is-attacking-out-of-defense.

Its tail stands straight up, its ass flexes. Then it briefly shivers, twice I think.

I yell out a number of expletives, meanwhile drawing my arms up quickly to cover my face, meanwhile putting the pieces together: Venne barking; her barking stopping, seeing her rolling in the ground - but not to kill something. No, she was rolling to get something off, something rather foul.

Something produced by the very skunk that is currently spraying me. Twice I think.

Now all I can smell is something reminiscent of burnt rotten eggs, burnt vinegar and burnt rubber. My dog is looking at me angrily because I gave her a bath – which did nothing. And finally my house stinks like high hell because my immediate concern was getting the hell away from the skunk – which stood between myself and the door after I leapt down – and not closing all the doors and windows.

So what is the moral of my story? Why it’s none other than the old adage: “Old dogs don’t learn new tricks.” Actually that’s not entirely true, the moral should be more like
“Old dogs don’t learn from old tricks.” She has in fact been sprayed three times.

posted by Not Indie Enough 9:47 PM  4 comments

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Five dudes. A couple girls. We killed a keg in about 24 hours. Wow, haha

posted by Not Indie Enough 10:44 AM  2 comments

Saturday, August 05, 2006

As I planned to do, I can now say that I am very sad to say that Ryan Sumere, a fantastic instructor at Brampton, and Vinoo Abraham, a friend and classmate passed away along with David Norton from Burlington on Friday. Vinoo was 26 years old, married to his lovely wife Janey, and had a beautiful baby Micah, who was just born in February. Ryan was 28 years old, and was just married about a month ago.

Shortly after the crash, I was up flying, and asked to look for our plane, which we believed was downed, and we weren't aware of a second aircraft. From what I witnessed, I saw the police and other emergency services very quickly on the scene, and I commend them on their handling of the situation. I am saddened that there was nothing they could do, but still, I am happy to say they did a good job of getting the scene under control quickly, and their coordination with Brampton Flying Club.

The fact remains, however, that two good men died yesterday, both good pilots, and both in the prime of their lives. If you believe in such a thing, please give your prayers to their families, as well as the family of David Norton. I did not know him but like Vinoo and Ryan, I am sure he did not deserve such a cruel fate.

Rest in peace all three of you, as you will be missed sorely by all who knew you.

posted by Not Indie Enough 7:16 PM  3 comments

Friday, August 04, 2006

As some of you may have heard, today two planes collided over Caledon. On board one aircraft were two pilots from Brampton Flying Club, where I fly out of. Unfortunately the two of them, as well as another pilot in the other aircraft died as a consequence.

Since the names of those dead haven't been released in the news, I won't be naming them either, but one was a fellow classmate and a friend. The other was an excellent instructor who I knew - though sadly not well enough - and respected a great deal.

I will miss both of them, as they brightened my often dreary mornings at Brampton. I can't tell you how sad it makes me to think they won't be flying again. When I know the families know of the accident, I will put their names up with proper respect and memoriam.

posted by Not Indie Enough 7:30 PM  2 comments

Yesterday was intense. Today was weak.

According to Brad and co. I will be missing an epic weekend.

"But who will be there to hit on my sister's friends?"

I regretfully decline this role and pass the torch to Paul Day and Chris Colwell. Give the Cales my love in the form of props and salutes.

This week was bittersweet.

Expired Temp Contracts + goodbye party with balloons + roses = drama
I'll expand on this story when I finish the second half later next week.

I told Brad why I couldn't attend. The rest of you can call me a pussy, I don't mind. I've created a coping strategy where I end every negative label hastily applied to my back with a single word, champion.

Have an awesome long weekend everyone!

posted by Steven 4:58 PM  0 comments