Cheers to Marc. With rum and eggnog.
Only us three forever.
PPS: this is our most valid form of communication from now on. Its true, it did take months for the genius to brew.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, May 31, 2008
there is only one May 29th, 2008 (or is there?)
So it was another semi-guy night. Jef and Marc met at Chapters Dalhousie where lengthy conversation began.
Girls in swishy skirts and short, boyish, Natalie Portman haircuts meandered through the labyrinth of the shelves of books. Summer is here, they silently sang.
They walked, they talked.
They decided to go to Peter's Drive-in. Milkshakes (I DRINK IT UP!) were bought, Jef even tried a new flavour. It was bold.
They drove, they talked.
Marc suggested a patio, and so it was done. The first patio they inquired about was "too cold", they were turned away because the others were not courageous to sit in the late evening breeze. They persisted in their search.
The second patio they found was mostly barren, but open and available. They sprung into action, ordered water and beer. Marc was found to be the souse of the group... a fact that escapes no one - that had escaped no one ever before.
They sat, they talked.
Tyler eventually joined them. His battle wounds were squishy and swollen, a pocket of liquid pain and embarrassment. They ate corn chips seasoned with cut vegetables and spicy sauces, baked in golden cheese. They drank deep of their cups, delved deep into conversation, explored deep truths and untruths and half-truths.
And it was good.
They parted, Jef and Marc having early mornings the following day.
But the lessons learnt and the sentiments shared were lasting. Wisdom was the reward that day... wisdom of knowledge beyond their years, of knowledge that comes not from being told but from being experienced and shared.
Now some comic-awesome from Amazing Super Powers
Girls in swishy skirts and short, boyish, Natalie Portman haircuts meandered through the labyrinth of the shelves of books. Summer is here, they silently sang.
They walked, they talked.
They decided to go to Peter's Drive-in. Milkshakes (I DRINK IT UP!) were bought, Jef even tried a new flavour. It was bold.
They drove, they talked.
Marc suggested a patio, and so it was done. The first patio they inquired about was "too cold", they were turned away because the others were not courageous to sit in the late evening breeze. They persisted in their search.
The second patio they found was mostly barren, but open and available. They sprung into action, ordered water and beer. Marc was found to be the souse of the group... a fact that escapes no one - that had escaped no one ever before.
They sat, they talked.
Tyler eventually joined them. His battle wounds were squishy and swollen, a pocket of liquid pain and embarrassment. They ate corn chips seasoned with cut vegetables and spicy sauces, baked in golden cheese. They drank deep of their cups, delved deep into conversation, explored deep truths and untruths and half-truths.
And it was good.
They parted, Jef and Marc having early mornings the following day.
But the lessons learnt and the sentiments shared were lasting. Wisdom was the reward that day... wisdom of knowledge beyond their years, of knowledge that comes not from being told but from being experienced and shared.
Now some comic-awesome from Amazing Super Powers
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
there is only one april. 24/2008
and like most good man nights, nothing that was planned was actually done.
we went to go get some painting done at the fire escape, but they were full. so we walked down 17th! we went downwards into a store. with clothes in it. where emo jeans were worn. and jef broke a manikin while trying to put them on. jef and marc were creeped on.
it kinda worked with marc. he's a bornagain emokid. we beat him up.
my thunderthighs got in the way of the pinkness.
we also found this wicked bathroom that played burt backarack. i don't know how to spell it so thats how it will remain. it was pretty unnecessary.
then we decided a food eating contest would settle our need to paint bowls and goblets. we searched for pizza hut dine in, but were unsuccessful. so we thought. and we thought. and we ate some fries.
it was unnecessary as well as easy.
chocolate milk became the game. as well as stupid games to decide the game. what a weird night.
also there were no pants.
first i think it was a cracker eating contest... first one to whistle with 5 soda crackers in their mouth. jef won, and marc put crackerdust all over the shoes. next was who could blow bubbles first.
thats dishsoap.
thats a dropped spoon and where marc failed to blow bubbles
nobody won because we all spit it out within 3 seconds. marc and jef still taste it in the back of their throats. it was a good idea.
then we went painful and shot our feet with airsoft bullets until one of us backed out
then we got bored and played chess while smoking sheesha.
it was a good night.
we went to go get some painting done at the fire escape, but they were full. so we walked down 17th! we went downwards into a store. with clothes in it. where emo jeans were worn. and jef broke a manikin while trying to put them on. jef and marc were creeped on.
it kinda worked with marc. he's a bornagain emokid. we beat him up.
my thunderthighs got in the way of the pinkness.
we also found this wicked bathroom that played burt backarack. i don't know how to spell it so thats how it will remain. it was pretty unnecessary.
then we decided a food eating contest would settle our need to paint bowls and goblets. we searched for pizza hut dine in, but were unsuccessful. so we thought. and we thought. and we ate some fries.
it was unnecessary as well as easy.
chocolate milk became the game. as well as stupid games to decide the game. what a weird night.
also there were no pants.
first i think it was a cracker eating contest... first one to whistle with 5 soda crackers in their mouth. jef won, and marc put crackerdust all over the shoes. next was who could blow bubbles first.
thats dishsoap.
thats a dropped spoon and where marc failed to blow bubbles
nobody won because we all spit it out within 3 seconds. marc and jef still taste it in the back of their throats. it was a good idea.
then we went painful and shot our feet with airsoft bullets until one of us backed out
then we got bored and played chess while smoking sheesha.
it was a good night.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
There is only one April.3, 2008
remember the titans is an amazing movie. so is speeding down a pitch black hill on longboards.
Jef:
Marc:
Tyler:
Marc bailed, hard, Jef crashed into his board and flew like superman into the ground. i aced it but thats only because my board is a bomber, while they had cruising city boards. eeeeeeeeee. helmets next time.
Jef:
Marc:
Tyler:
Marc bailed, hard, Jef crashed into his board and flew like superman into the ground. i aced it but thats only because my board is a bomber, while they had cruising city boards. eeeeeeeeee. helmets next time.
There is only one March 27th 2008
It was Sir Jef's night to chose how the contract would stretch boundaries and break walls of supposition.
Part I - The Play.
One Yellow Rabbit proudly presents...
ILSA, QUEEN OF THE NAZI LOVE CAMP.
See a black comedy premier about life long after World War II for three different individuals. By the way, it was awesome!
Part II - The film
Next, Roger Ebert's favorite war movie "Grave of the fireflies"
Verdict? Too depressing... but now we've seen it.
Part I - The Play.
One Yellow Rabbit proudly presents...
ILSA, QUEEN OF THE NAZI LOVE CAMP.
See a black comedy premier about life long after World War II for three different individuals. By the way, it was awesome!
Part II - The film
Next, Roger Ebert's favorite war movie "Grave of the fireflies"
Verdict? Too depressing... but now we've seen it.
Friday, March 21, 2008
There is only one March. 20th, 2008
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