some people in thunder bay yesterday really wanted to have a toronto war. here i am finally gettin’ proper gunned, fuckn right ripped there terry, and they’re all toronto sucks it’s so arrogant and so on all to a tragically hip soundtrack on rotate. i love the hip and i love thunder bay. like, i’m here. for a second time in a row. a lot of people have acted instantly back up to me it’s so boring and predictable.
steph noticed it too. said they’re really nice people. i know that, but like really nice people who feel threatened and obligated to debate you on something you have zero care for which makes you arrogant for not wanting to have the discussion to begin with what? i’m here ON YOUR TEAM GUYS. i dunno, look at me, maybe i just have this fight with me look going on? i mean, enough people sure as shit hate me on the internet and in toronto so, whatever.
my dad has had to deal with this all his life too i believe. just strong personalities that other people with slightly less strong of personalities detect and become instantly protective of the air space that you got to first. like hey i’m great, you’re great, we’re ALL fucking great no need for a pissing contest 24/7 please can’t i just sit here in my stupid socks in miserable peace?
i said my friend made a movie called lets all hate toronto and he went across the country and to every province and everyone said they hated toronto but not a one could offer the reason why. that means everyone nationally is a fucking IDIOT! hating something they’ve never even experienced yet feel they’re supposed to hate. how many celebrities do we sort of hate yet never even met? ALL OF THEM. toronto is canada’s celebrity ok alright fine. no we don’t think we are better than anyone, we’re just our own thing, a great thing. so deal with it. experience it at least before you talk shit about it cos you look really fucking stupid right now. i said well we don’t sit around talking shit about you and they go well that’s cos you’re arrogant. um cool argument? we’re just too busy and have shit going on. i love it here i really love remote but i also miss my city.
but anyway yesterday was awesome. bluesfest. had mini donuts and their booze stand/beer tents are so organized i walked over to the liquor table and proclaimed this is greeeeeat like the attendee was the hostess of a party. gunned. blues traveler did radiohead’s creep and we danced our balls off. there was some old time speak easy rag time tunes later on back at the house and we jived on the porch like that scene in the notebook. kettle corn oh my god people go ballistic for it here bought a bag and got stopped by strangers all along the way, one crazy coot eccentric woman of which plunges her hand right on in there and i’m like go ahead sure. very funny scene. al jumped in a car and the woman drove up to us later and said to him this is thunder bay you’re lucky i didn’t pull a knife on you and drove off all menacingly. christ.
then i passed out on the livingroom couch and more people arrived and i had to sit up like i hadn’t just been totally crush fucked lights out. they have a friend called good night for that very reason, mike good night hahaha. steph drove us home in a lightning storm then rain storm and i cashed out in the vw backseat lying down in multiple retarded positions. drinking all day is such a job.
this sleepy mountain town very much reminds me fondly of williamstown massachusetts. wake up to a beating sun and look right up at a mountain. almost middle of a valley vibe.
my hair was kinda fucked for some of yesterday. steph said it made her wish she had a haircut. her hair is stellar though. so miss my long darkerish hair sometimes. it never ends eh. there is no being satisfied.
it’s a good bad. everyone fell in love with me at this moment. there was a mini fight at the legion too. fat joan jett versus an old lady and the volume of tunes. the cops came too afterward just because they’re so bored around here.
a bunch of my videos and photos from the last photo dump disappeared off steph’s laptop. oh well. on to the next big mental. think we’re goin’ swimmin’ today.
i had the best day today. we don’t have mountain golf views in toronto do we? so gorgeous. like the firstish season of lost and hurley starts them golfing and you see the island mountains all over the place dyyyying. well that was part of my day. actually everywhere i look there’s a mountain.
it feels great to blast your ears out to your dying zune battery that somehow keeps going with every cloud that passes and the sun beats down on you staring up like a goon at this somehow northern ontarian tropical looking thing of a mountain from a hammock in your bikini drinking black coffee turning into a freckle slightly baked and exhale all your worries out cos for the moment there’s nothing you can do so you just gotta lay.
then jeff buckley says maybe there is a god above but all i’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you then a cloud took off at that exact second and you just picture all these upbeat things and you hate your life a little less. sorry people sometimes i have this intense sadness and i carry it around with me and i feel like i’m always talking about it so when we’re on a good wave we definitely share it.
everyone in toronto is miserable right now. tim made me laugh. you’re all complaining about the heat and it’s like yes i KNOW it’s hot THANK YOU. hahahhaha. poor guys.
apparently there was a bit of a stir when we showed up. it was just me and rye, stephy was at the beer store (working) and everyone’s all oh yeah eh who’s that girl with rye there. small town, gossip, so huge here. very big pastime. we just had a little debate over the spelling of pastime. anyhoo, we’re on our way to this carhole jam again. gonna see some of the same people i saw last year. gonna be good and funny. wearing cupcake dress. very over the top. oh and i had a persian today! google it.a girl told me on twitter to have one and i thought it was a drink like a white russian. so isn’t. only had a taste cos it’s not in my raymbo diet.
drove all over holy lazy mazy fuckin crazy but then you actually turn into relaxo to the maxo woah that o on the end of max was a typo i just kept rhyming. they’re waiting on me to finish so we can mosy. they’re not hurrying that much cos we all have drinks going.
i invented a new drink for us yesterday called a tan rock. it kinda tastes like shit though. rum-based then some drambuie and whatever other garbage you find in the fridge. it’s a shooter man drink that you inevitably let ryan finish, half name it after his home town and voila, someone’s a fan.
cannot wait to climb that mountain again. actually i can cos i’m sore all over and weak but yeah, climbing something hand over foot and at some point requiring ropes that mountain men left behind and then hitting the natural spring on the way up. spectacular.
she was saving the best strawberry for me but some ants ate it. ryan says he saw a chipmunk run off with it. kind of saved me some awkward really cos what if that saved strawberry wasn’t delicious afterall then they’d all be staring at me and i’d be like, YUM! ok that wasn’t funny sorry.
haha not even gunned at all really just overtiredstonedand laughing my headoff. oh maybe that’sgunneda little. this laptop hasa laggy spacebar so i might give upon some fewsentencescosit’s getting on my nerves to go backand fix. enjoy. well do you want a post or not? raise your hands.
looooove walking around small towns. especially this one. kinda nostalgic in a way as i was here last summer about this time and i was a different person then so…deaner’s back better than ever.
their new fern jungle garden. the skids got a house. they won’t shut up about it it’s nice to be around for this significant part in their lives and no i am not dying on the inside for myself at all AT ALL.
sofia coppola cruised by to take this one then she was like my heart belongs to dunst, sorry raymi. fine then get out of here with your beautiful mind, scram.
sailor tanned. going to put some more work in the backyard after we supermarket today. *edit: no time for supermarket now. no problemo lazy just showed up anyway. straight to tan then i’ll make a salad from right out of the garden. then golfing with ryan and his family. i’ve only ever played golden tee before or whacked balls at the driving range so i’m a little nervous also how much have i spoken shit about golf before? many a time. so this’ll be good. i don’t want to brag about how athletic i actually am just yet. wait and see how rusty my drive isn’t first.
looking up at the mountain i said to steph i already KNOW the blog posts that are going to come out of sitting on this swing. the inside of the house is to die for. too from what i spied through the windows.
and then i pretend my photo isn’t being taken even when i told the person to specifically take it. i get shutter shy i guess. actually it’s my secret art direction tactic.
got busted taking this photo by the guy who owns it in his front window. we were in everyone’s window news when we took our stroll. even a cat’s window news. we just laughed at it.
lotsa finns here. they all live here cos the climate is similar to finland in every way (?) also they’re weird people? there’s another reason ryan probably knows so ask him i forget.
wish i brought my new olympus pen here so badly now that my blackberry is useless here and all. siiiigh. you guys may actually get more blog posts now that i’m not pissing away my time lazily tweetpic-ing everything then carrying the scraps over here when i feel like it. old school raymi posts, essentially. like the bad old days.
telling the story of the moment i was out at the rivoli with red flag and discovered my dress shirt had pockets i proclaimed it to the entire bar. i was busy ignoring red flag’s chatting up of the bartendress and lo and behold the shirt dress that i love so dearly has pockets. best discovery ever. steph laughed her head off. i basically went OH YEEEEEEEEAHH!! like the koolaid homo.
no foosball, the legs came off. no worries we have one at work and i exclusively ignore it anyway. kinda find the whole activity a bit boring to be honest.
oh em gee guys. so bagged and baked hangin with team skid high on chinese food tequila sodas. my travel here was not smooth, ticket fuck up to the max. i’ll whine about it later. or not. saw terry fox from the highway like last time and the toronto maple leaf house that ryan has pissed on personally, he’s a minnesota fan.
i just said to steph lets really tar out and she tsk-laughed so hard.
we’re rippin jokes like bad and already have a ton of constants, like what’s going on outside the window news?
ok going for a walk now email me please i am in blackberry uselessness holy withdrawl holy fuckin moly.
oh and i got a free wine on the plane then i loser passed out a few times in a row to metallica.
i do not like the sound of quebecois accents when i am irritated. have fun with that if you ever have a porter fuck up too.
we drove behind the biggest widest fucking truck ever EVER with the smell of dinner in the vw, one of those quarry sized numbers. very wild. ok garden time sorry for being so crabby and saying retard too much. i’ll try to stop one of the two. DON’T GET GREEDY NOW!
