a chat with ryan ray of thunder bay – ryan ray from thunder bay, plays guitar does fuckall all day

Ryan: good morning raymi
how are you

me: hithere
good so far

Ryan: well im glad its the shortest day of the year

me: going to make espresso then you can ask me questions
is it?

Ryan: i feel like a drunk cause i’m like. drunk

me: you are drunk already?

Ryan: you ever get that
well i got home late ok
a few times yeah i will

me: huh?

Ryan: oh yeah ok
i was out for a smoke what’s your favourite nirvana cd then?

me: bleach or in utero
ive overplayed nevermind and incesticide is a if i feel like it album but i like them all

Ryan: ok so that’s like saying i like your hair best when it’s black brown blonde or red but ok favourite beatles record?

me: cant decide
dont go there basically
i have song moods
right now im rotating george harrison and paul mccartney
and my fave beatles song right now is anna (got to him) i think im going to do a raymi dance video to it

Ryan: who’s your favourite beatle if they’re all still there and,
who’s gonna be the last to go?

me: lennon
hands down
thats a dumb question
are you really wasted right now

Ryan: pretty stupid answer too !
no i’m ok that’s a pretty good tune

me: you asked me who my favourite was and i answered

Ryan: catnapped my own cat last night i feel awful

me: what does that mean

Ryan: some other house needed him to catch mice
ok who’s your favourite between paul and ringo then

me: but its your cat so what
cant choose
ryan stop being stupid
better questions
non-beatle related perhaps

Ryan: oh yeah eh good thinkin
ok are you bigger than jesus? cause like only a million people were even alive back then eh and only some of those hung out in wherever the jesusland was so technically would you say that your blog is bigger than jesus in a way

me: no im not christians totally outnumber us good guys
scarily so

Ryan: well maybe in 2000 years it’ll just be a bunch of scary bloggers

me: doubt it
in 2000 years the planet wont exist
we’re endangered

Ryan: well technically that’s true
ok what would you do before the end of the world
that you havent done yet

me: hmm
im not very imaginative
irish countryside, wellingtons, beer in a thermos, springtime, cottage
have a few pieces of paper and write down some hard up truths on it, real meaningful shit to leave behind

Ryan: cheers
ok what kind of beer?

me: then give it to someone who doesnt even know me
uh who cares
maybe cherry flavored beer
or strawberry

Ryan: they have cherry flavoured beer?

me: and fil is with me
yes!

Ryan: well yeah
i didn’t know !
what season would it be
i guess that’s to say what’s yr fave season

me: i said it was spring
its warm a bit wet but sunny

me right now even though it’s eleven i feel like this all day long. i guess it’s coffee time.

stupid winter outfit what i wore for eliz and we didn’t hang so she didn’t see it and i’m never wearing it again (partying today).

fil’s new jacket.

here is another fun drawing kyra did of me when i was crazy/going crazy/sounding crazy in my letters to douglas coupland posts.

oh so whimsical.

ps. rent this movie, even though it is a little napoleon dynamitesque it is still very sweet and charming and funny.

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i finally stopped being a basketcase long enough to start a new felt guy today, his name is warren and yes he is spoken for. posting the picture of my painting unhinged something in my brain, a door into a room of stress over the art show/party i’m having january 8 at the crooked star (202 ossington, 7 o’clockish?) like oh yay something else to stress over right now. i’m not too worried though, i have over twenty paintings ready to go, i think i need to just jazz ‘em up a little. i guess i’m most worried about promoting the show. hello facebook.

really i just want to marinate in the bath right now, but i can’t sew in there. i discovered it is easier to sew standing up because the way i normally do it hunched over on the couch creates more difficulty, unecessary arm-movements and continuous crouch hunch over stretch repetition, if i stand up it cancels out the stretching (due to the length of the thread), but, then i’m standing, lazy people do not like to stand.

i bought a sweater dress yesterday at winner’s and today fil is at his new job.

hangover iv bag thanks wendi.

she mighta kept it had she known it produces orgasms.

more labbits thanks cici.

obvs. not finished just showing that i put flowers all around the frame because i am twelve apparently. there’s a spot left blank for anyone who wants to call dibs on this guy i will put in some kinda personalised drawing for you, email me raymitheminx@gmail.com if interested, if not i’ll just draw a moustache having a conversation with a telephone pole probs.

i’m going to paint in the petals too.

abortion is wrong guh!

we went to the ROM yesterday (before going to winners to get fil his xmas work jacket) for the last hour, it’s free every weekday the last hour so if you are cheap and get bored easily like me go then, we actually only made it for the last half hour, EVEN BETTER, i asked if we could just get it done in ten minutes. fil was not amused.

dude that’s gross come on stop it.

what’s up eyes? i’m glad i wore my backpack jacket. someone farted or crapped themselves all around the dinosaur area i have a video of the guy i think dealted it i hope it’s not too big to put up.

the new “crystal” area. neat chairs.

nice hair.

me.

did i ever mention before that i suffered a terrible seizure once as a toddler?

orcs!

orcs i say!

you’d think they would redo the bathroom by now? and seriously why does it always smell like soiled diapers in there, WHY?!

then we made dinner (salmon fillets, tomato, garlic spinach and fried onions) for us and christie.

oh martinis too, i think i made hers too dirty, she kept bragging about how dirty she liked ‘em so i obliged and then she couldn’t even finish it.

the game what she bought fil us.

graffiti stencils bonus cos being a murderer is so hot right now. here’s another one of my beefs, diamond gun belt buckles, not cool, mayhaps in theory but really all i think is poseur. sorry.

yumskies!

i could take 33 five year olds in a fight.

jus’sayin.

here’s a new installment on this crap-o-blog, i go through files on my computer and put up my findings and give you some insight as to what i was thinking at the time the picture was taken or something like that, and then i delete the picture off my computer forever, everybody wins.

look at how destroyed my hair is, i cut it all off shortly after, this was summer of 2005 and it is something like 4 in the morning at lucas and melodie’s and that dress barely zipped up the back, i know it looks big and frooshy but really it’s quite a petite fit. i’m pretty wasted in this picture. you’re welcome.

this was a dumb idea i just made myself really depressed by looking at the evolution of my stupid hair choices and i don’t even want to share insights anymore.

mr. brooks is THE.WORST.MOVIE to be renting right now, even though i kind of liked it, it is truly terrible and awful, but i like garbage so therein lies the appeal. where to begin? ungh. the dialogue is just over-the-top trying to be bad-ass, everything is predictible, demi moore is the same character she is in every movie she’s ever been in, dear demi moore, you can’t act, stop it, stick to robbing cradles, k? dane cook looks wicked fat/bad innit and his acting blows but he gets slashed in the neck so there’s that at least. the daughter “has” what kevin costner “has” (overwhelming addiction to kill, yes) and there’s a scene when she slams scissors into his neck and leading up to it a hipsterish song is playing and he’s doing the walk in slow motion around the house all is content OR IS IT thing so he goes to kiss her goodnight, the stupid song is playing telling us UH OH something’s up and then STABBED IN THE NECK and everything slows down/speeds up, song is going all arty-like, tho it isn’t arty because it does not match up to the theme of the movie, period, so it’s just irritating. they dumb everything down for you, explaining what they’re doing a second after you have already fucking figured it out on your own, there is no mystery.

those’r mah thoughts.