Once a projection dimly cast upon the internet, now a fresh canvas, for the graffiti in my mind.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Toronto Friday Jan 23
Some work today...
My sweet ride.
I tried to film a trip home after getting on the QEW.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Toronto Thursday Jan 22
Not feeling up today. It's kinda' funny at the beginning of the video the first thing you hear is "viewer discretion is advised." How true.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
That ....... Thing.
If you are offended by excessive foul language do not proceed. To those daring, scroll down.
The guys in the shop are too funny. Sadly, Russ has been pushed into retirement, but he got what he wanted. I miss him. Angry old fart. Steve is still there. Russ' replacement is Mike. Mike reminds me of someone in the mob. The IMAX mob? I dunno. He reminds me of something I can't put my finger on exactly.
Here's a recount of one of today's conversations:
"Mike, I need some direction on this five-thou adjust. I can't get it to hold when I start tightening the hold screws."
"Okay... Let's look at this thing. Oh this fuckin' thing. See, this fucking thing is fucking... ahhh... this fucking thing is being a cocksucker. Aww... this fucking thing."
He likes to say "fucking thing". It's a regular thing in converstion. "This fucking thing". If my language were bad before this trip, I worry about it by the end of it. Atleast Russ isn't around with his explicit sex talk.
So it continues...
I say "So, this coupler is fuckin'" I'm cooperating with his speech at this point.
"So, this coupler is fuckin' out of sync with the rest of it, huh?" A concerted effort to make sure I DO NOT say "eh". I always keep "huh" in the back of my mind in conversation. These Canadians will get you. 'Huh' or 'hmm' will quickly turn into 'eh'. I learned that last time. So, I'm very careful.
"Yeah, this fucking thing is... ya ' know... fuckin' set so it... fuckin.... what the fuck is... of fuck. Fuck!!! Oh, that's my fucking fault, sorry 'bout that. I didn't fucking set the lower... no, the fuck.... the cam on the lower... When I said it earlier, I should have just taken it apart. Or told you to..."
"...so you see... It's fucking jogged in the right position now."
That's a classic conversation with the man. And I have several of them each day with him. He's too funny and doesn't even know it. Good thing I'm here to blog about it! By the way, I would have put something like this up earlier, but I've been too sick to even care. I think I'm coming back now.
Fucking thing.
The guys in the shop are too funny. Sadly, Russ has been pushed into retirement, but he got what he wanted. I miss him. Angry old fart. Steve is still there. Russ' replacement is Mike. Mike reminds me of someone in the mob. The IMAX mob? I dunno. He reminds me of something I can't put my finger on exactly.
Here's a recount of one of today's conversations:
"Mike, I need some direction on this five-thou adjust. I can't get it to hold when I start tightening the hold screws."
"Okay... Let's look at this thing. Oh this fuckin' thing. See, this fucking thing is fucking... ahhh... this fucking thing is being a cocksucker. Aww... this fucking thing."
He likes to say "fucking thing". It's a regular thing in converstion. "This fucking thing". If my language were bad before this trip, I worry about it by the end of it. Atleast Russ isn't around with his explicit sex talk.
So it continues...
I say "So, this coupler is fuckin'" I'm cooperating with his speech at this point.
"So, this coupler is fuckin' out of sync with the rest of it, huh?" A concerted effort to make sure I DO NOT say "eh". I always keep "huh" in the back of my mind in conversation. These Canadians will get you. 'Huh' or 'hmm' will quickly turn into 'eh'. I learned that last time. So, I'm very careful.
"Yeah, this fucking thing is... ya ' know... fuckin' set so it... fuckin.... what the fuck is... of fuck. Fuck!!! Oh, that's my fucking fault, sorry 'bout that. I didn't fucking set the lower... no, the fuck.... the cam on the lower... When I said it earlier, I should have just taken it apart. Or told you to..."
"...so you see... It's fucking jogged in the right position now."
That's a classic conversation with the man. And I have several of them each day with him. He's too funny and doesn't even know it. Good thing I'm here to blog about it! By the way, I would have put something like this up earlier, but I've been too sick to even care. I think I'm coming back now.
Fucking thing.
Toronto Tuesday Jan 20
Today, during Barack Obama's inagural speech, I was so attentive, involved, optimistic.
But there was still one thing. Why is the upper cam coupling 90 degrees out of phase with the rest of the shaft?
I'm sure I'll get it figured out!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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