… what a mess!! Backbreaking too, VERY heavy … every shovelful felt like I was lifting and tossing a water filled 10 gallon pail. I’d like to say, I kicked its ass … but not this time!!
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Dear Prudence
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won’t you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won’t you let me see you smile?
“I don’t like randomness, I prefer certainty” – danistrulytheman
… “God does not play dice with the universe” – Albert Einstein
“boy, I’m really bothering you today” – Starbucks customer
… ANNOYING Starbucks customer?! Person directly ahead of me, with all her silly requests, AND taking her sweet-ass oblivious time … with all her changing of silly requests to sillier ones as well, keeping the queue stagnant … as if the Starbucks world revolves around her. Order yer shit and scooch outta the way cunt!! These were her last words to patient Starbucks-barista-dude when she finally was finished … little did she know it wasn’t him, but ME she was bothering at the time. 👿
You can blow what’s left of my right mind
You can holler you can wail
You can swing you can flail
You can fuck like a broken sail
But I’ll never give you up
If I ever give you up my heart will surely fail
It’s fucked up that a man’s life can just be attacked
Watching this morning with a beer is much better than relying on
Unknown cunts for mates I was given that don’t have my back
It’s not my fault there’s wall to wall empty cans
No one’s really there fighting for you in the last garrison
No one except yourself that is no one except you
You are the one who’s got your back ’til the last deed’s done
The end of the something I did not want to end
Beginning of hard times to come
But something that was not meant to be is done
And this is the start of what was
It’s the end of something I did not want to end
Beginning of hard times to come
But something that was not meant to be is done
And this is the start of what was
It’s the end of the something I did not want to end
Beginning of hard times to come
But something that was not meant to be is done
And this is the start of what was
It’s the end of the something I did not want to end
Beginning of hard times to come
But something that was not meant to be is done
And this is the start of what was
mine’s a tale that can’t be told, my freedom I hold dear
potatoes and collard greens
… completely made this up. Had a Lock & Lock container of leftover homemade tomato sauce w/ chopped collard greens (was from my baccala holiday meal) in my freezer, and a 20 lb sack of spuds sitting chilly in my root cellar (ok, I don’t REALLY have a root cellar, but my parents did when I was a kid, lol). I defrosted the collard green tomato sauce (put the ice chunk in a sauce pan on low heat), peeled 6 or 7 potatoes into large chunks … oh, for added flavour, thinly sliced a Spanish onion and sautéed till translucent … then combined everything thoroughly and dumped it all into my Le Creuset Stoneware dish to bake for an hour … voilà, danistrulythemakingshitupman … 💡
Someday I’ll steal the spark I will burn your doubt away – I’ll find a way
have you come here to play Jesus?
for whom the bellwoods tolls
… Bellwoods Brewery y’all!! Ambled on over after our Ossington Ave. Wonderboy birthday brunch. These hipster places are popping up all over, and it’s these doofuses who insist on letting everyone know how great and cool these places are with their geek tweets even though it may not be the case … as long as their social media fingers are the quickest outta the pockets/purses … but, I digress. I’ll speak the truth, PLUS I’m a beer drinker from WAY back with a shitload of experience under my 32″ waisted belt, so I kinda know my stuff. Here are my thoughts. I liked the beer (White Picket Fence Belgian Wheat, Bootknife (Belgian Brown)) enough, and I’m a HUGE fan of fresh beers, so they scored bonus points. But, there is no escaping economics, and these 650 ml bottle were priced too high, WAY too high – $5.85 (I recall, thereabouts in any case), and I won’t ever buy again due to that very reason. Saying you’re pricey is the proverbial understatement. A quick example/lesson of better beers w/ better prices; Beau’s Lugtread 4X600ml bottles – $15.85 … and my favourite night and day comparison – Chimay Premiere 750 ml – $6.00 … less 10¢ deposit to boot. Word to the wise, ya get what ya pay for … and my smart money’s on Chimay!!
1:01.4 – 1:00.1
… shaved off one second and a bit from my first timing. better than nothing right? not really when it comes at the expense of a pulled groin. 😕
I don’t drink enough water
… most of us don’t, but I’m trying … 2.5 litres should be my daily intake. Like I said, trying!! 😐
I’m tired and broken and I lost my way
I don’t want money I don’t need no fame
You’ll have to carry me back to where I belong
So if you please mama can you save me before I blow this life to hell
I’ve lost my way I’m so alone and all I want is to come home
You’ll have to carry me back to where I belong
So if you please mama can you save me before I blow this life to hell
I’ve lost my way I’m so alone and all I want is to come home
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NOOOOOOOOO …
Say it ain’t sold out so ANDY BOY …
spurred on by a silly radio bit
… with the dj wanting listeners to call in with what they’d consider the best/ultimate/quintessential St.Valentine’s Day song; sums up the broad scope criteria of the shtick. So it made me think … and pretty sure some of ya would love to Slide It In … lol. And while that’s a good’un, gonna have to romantically go with Gaye … sing it with me y’all … come on come on come on come on come on baby stop beatin’ ’round the bush … damn, am just see my title boo-boo. Yep, def should read spurs on, lol. Giddy-up!! 😈
“if I want to sit in and drink super Tennent’s in the day I will
… no one’s going to fucking tell me jack” – Mike Skinner
“so here I am in my house drinking on my own settee
… everyone’s a cunt in this life no one’s there for me” – Mike Skinner
… you know what you can do with your life, introduce it up your jacksie.
No one’s really there fighting for you in the last garrison.
No one except yourself that is, no one except you.
You are the one who’s got your back ’til the last deed’s done.
more Union dues
… brunch at UNION Restaurant. Again. Great Toronto joint (on the Ossington strip). Great brunch. Again. Sorry, lazy-ass blog today. Blah.
blueberry pancakes w/bacon & maple syrup;
sausage, beans and corned beef;
BBQ ribs eggs benny;
mushroom & fontina frittata (X2);
the bill -$175 w/tip;
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