OK, now it seems like Belleville, just wants to be crappy at ALL times, there are no positives in this town, and for some reason, I keep running into the stupidest, and most ignorant people there can ever be.
There will be a lot of swearing in this article, because this incident just happened to me, so the rage and everything will be fresh for your consumption.

It was a long day at work, hot, boring, and dirty, which usually sums up everyday, unless there is something fun to do, like play with toys, or rummage through some vintage clothing. I walk the same way back and fourth to work everyday, and it usually very uneventful. So when I walk home, the only thing on my mind is, home, food, sleep. Unfortunately, today, there were two white guys walking the other way, nothing out of the ordinary. So when they came close to me, they stopped talking, and when they got next to me, one stupid fucker said “Hokkaido…(some other faux Japanese here)”, laughed and continued walking. I was shocked, and it didn’t even feel like it happened at first, but the first words out of my mouth were “Fucken Rednecks”, I said it out loud, but did not yell it. Now let me say this now before any of you get the wrong impression, I am not a racist person, I have friends of many different backgrounds, religions, etc. And that I only said what I said out of pure shock. For some reason, the first words out of my mouth were “Fucken Redneck” I wish I had something better to say, but I didn’t. Anyways, I just kept walking, and when they 2 guys where further away, they had the balls to turn around from the safe distance and yell “GO BACK TO JAPAN”. I have never had anyone say anything like that to me before, especially in this shithole that is Belleville, I have gotten a lot of other more tame yet somewhat ignorant racial questions, but this was the worst. In complete shock at what just unfolded, all I could do was turn around and yell “YEAH, YOU FUCKING REDNECK”. And continued walking. The two wussies were far enough away, that if I were to chase them, that they could easily get away. Classic “tough” Belleville people.

This incident along with many others, are enough of an incentive for me to do my best and never have to come back to Belleville, unless I really have to, this town is a terrible place to live, there is so much crime recently, its been plaguing the city. Even our own mayor was robbed, which says a lot. And the cops go after people like me in shitty cars…hehe. Also there is absolutely nothing to do, except go see movies, or get smashed, or for many drop out of High School and impregnate many women.
It seems like everyday there is another reason for me to really hate this town and leave.

Ok, I’m never on the computer for long enough to do any blogs, because my brother always goes on, even though he has his own, and it can easily be hooked up, he still decides to annex my computer.
So now, after some verbal harassment and physical abuse at the hands of Nana, I will post some interesting stuff that has happened to me recently.

Canada Day

It was a really hot day, even laying in one place playing “Cabellas’ Big Game Hunter” made me sweat. After walking around a lot during the day, we came to the brutal realization that the beer store was closed, it was turning out to be a really crap-tasitc day. Fortunately enough we had some hard alcohol sitting around the house so I made myself a random mix, with grape pop, and quickly drank the volatile yet diluted solution. After Nana left with Uzo and Co. I waited for the OK to go, from Arjun, who was trying to get in contact with Marky Mark from The RoamerS.
Anyways, by the time I left, my slight drinkers high was gone, and I was to meet up with them at the Rideau Mall, which is a quick walk down the street. As I was approaching the entrance facing Rideau St. I walked by a group of rubberneckers at a scene, now I didn’t really see how it happened, but all I heard was “He got Shot”, as I got further, I hear another person say “Don’t move him”, and as I look to the ground on my left, I see this young man laying on the ground, with a group of people standing around him. All I did after seeing and hearing everything around me, for some stupid reason all I thought to myself was…”You don’t see that everyday”, and continued walking. I walked around trying to find Arjun, and Phil after waiting for a long time outside the mall, because the mall was closed, so I thought i would go to their stop, but the bridge was closed, becuse of the celebrations. So as I returned and passed the scene again, I saw a pool of blood, and a bunch of guys kicking around the poor guy’s bling bling necklace that broke off during the altercation I think, but like before, I just kept walking.
After waiting for what seemed like forever Arjun, and the Portuguese man of war, Phil Vicente, finally showed up and we headed for the hill.
It was damned busy, and there if there is one thing that pisses me off, its SLOW PEOPLE, they damn well walk the slowest, even though they are young and agile, they take their damned time walking, and because it was difficult to move, it just made things 10X more annoying. Eventually we migrated to the corner of Metcalfe, and Wellington, which is on the other side of the street of Parliament Hill, and in front of the Infocentre, where we were supposed to meet up with Nana with Uzo and Co. By the end of the show, I ended up on top of some newspaper boxes, and witnessed the exodus of Biblical proportions, while looking for Nana with Uzo and Co.
Eventually we decided to abandon hope and we finally got in contact with Mark. Eventually we ended up going to Phil’s then driving to Clarly’s, then Nana showed up, and the rest is History.

The Prom Crashers

Now I don’t think it was really “Crashing” the party, more like showing up and causing a disturbance. Everything that Hiro said basically sums up the evening, but I should add some things to the story.
Ok now I wasn’t “Extremely Drunk”, I was “pretty drunk”, or “fairly wasted”, but not enough for me to keel over or anything. And for those who have yet to see me drunk (which is rare), I get rowdy, like I’m bouncing off the walls almost, a good example would be giving a 5 year old kid sugar, and watch the kid wind up and just go. I have the mentality of “Go Hard or Go Home” with drinking, if there is something guaranteed awesome that’s happening, then I’ll get completely shitterhoused, but if not, then a few drinks to wet the whistle and I’m done, because there is no purpose to really drink.
Anyways back to the story, there was a lot of yelling, laughing, honking whilst in an automobile. By this time, the drunk was almost gone, but the rowdy and semi-perma use of the outdoor voice was still present. When we got to the party, we easily got in, I remember walking around, talking to the Deejay’s, because I know them, and also because I am awesome.
I also remember shotgunning beer that Hiro found in the fridge (thanks again Hiro), once I finished shotgunning the beer, I threw the not yet empty can at the fire, but because I was pretty drunk, it just dropped down in front of me, but upon realization that there was some more beer left in the can (7 seconds later-ish), I picked it up off the ground, drank the rest of the beer out of the shotgun hole, and threw it back at the fire…I missed again.
I ran into a lot of familiar faces, some were awesome and actually talked to me, but some were pompous sons of a bitches that were too good to talk to me. I actually said hey to them, some said hey back, but some just kind of looked at you and then walked away, seriously now? Are you too good for your own kind to even come down from your ivory tower to even talk for a bit.
I don’t care though, I just wanted to point out that there were some jack asstors in the crowd, who thought they were better then everyone, especially me.
The best part of the night was the yelling, and finding the treasure that was beer, thank goodness for Nana’s hawk eyes at night, NO…Wait…Owl eyes at night, yeah that makes more sense. Spotting the cache naively left unattended, and it was our duty as responsible adults to confiscate the illegal paraphenelia, and consume it, just to make sure it was what we thought it was…And it was.
We were in the front drive way, which was shaped in a U shape, where we finished our confiscated goods, and decided to return to the party in the backyard to bid adieu to the folks (the good people, not the asses), when the parent AKA “Supervisor” of the party came out and kicked us out. Oh well, hope she has fun cleaning up broken beer bottles in front of the house.
OH yeah! I almost forgot, while all this happened, I was wearing a foam visor that had the words “Wal-Mart” on it…At least I think it said that…It might have been “Wally World”, oh well, it doesn’t matter.

This has been passed around the internet like a spliff at an Arts party, but I still think that it’s relevant to any conventional conversation about geekyness. If you ever wanted to know where you stand in relation to other geeks, here’s your answer.

In case you were wondering, I fall under the second level of comic book fans, between the first level of anime fans, the third and fourth levels of sci-fi book readers, and I’ma video gamer and roleplaying gamer. I’m also a sci-fi/fantasy lit fan, I watch sci-fi tv shows, and I’m a trekkie.

If you don’t know what a “furry” is, then leave me a short message and I’ll devote a humourous post to them.

When I was walking to my friend Carly’s place yesterday to hang out with the chums, I overheard a conversation between a policeman and a woman. I like listening in to conversations between the police and drunk people, for reasons which I think are quite obvious. This one didn’t disappoint. Apparently there was some guy on the next street over who was randomly fighting people as they walked past him on the sidewalk. She was telling the officer about this, and he was trying to get her to come quietly into the back of his squad car for some reason. I made sure to go one block out of my way to avoid any confrontations. I didn’t feel like killing anyone on Canada Day.

I’m going to post in disjointed point-form sentences,and probably switch back to normal well formed sentences near the end. I just thought I’d fill you in.

- Got back to Ottawa on June 30th around 9:45 pm. Hitched a ride from Tony’s brother, Patrick. When we got back we discovered two strange things: our only phone (a cordless) couldn’t hold a charge, and the internet wasn’t working. We were cut off from the world.

- At around 11:30 pm I fixed the internet problem, but the phone still wouldn’t work (the battery is still weak even as I type this). I suspect that the battery is dying or something. This is supported by the fact that I bought the display model of my phone instead of a new one.

- The next day Tony and I went out for some McDonald’s breakfast. I had Burger King for lunch. I almost had a triple threat, but I didn’t go out for Wendy’s for supper (or dinner, depending on where you’re from). Instead, I went to this Mexican restaurant in The Market (a section of downtown Ottawa) called Ahora. I went there with my friend Uzo, his girlfriend Monica, and Steph. We all went to see the fireworks at Parliament Hill afterwards. It was a spectacular show, with fireworks shaped like hearts and happy faces and stuff.

- I was supposed to meet some friends after the fireworks, but I never got around to it. Instead we walked back to campus to see Monica off at the bus station. On the way I saw some high school friends (Mike Henry, Brad Delaney, etc).

- After dropping Monica off, Steph, Uzo, and I hung out at her place for a bit, talking and eating peanuts. We left to go to this party that didn’t exist. After finding that out, I went home and caught a message on my answering machine, which revealed that the guys were all at a different house. I parted ways with Steph and Uzo, and went over to Carly’s place.

- WHen I arrived (it was 1:30 in the morning or something) everyone was already done drinking. I chugged down a beer and we went to get soem pizza. After grabbing some slices we walked back to Carly’s. her roommates just got back from their night out. I helped one of them by giving her her clothes which were behind some cushions on the couch. They included, but were not limited to: a bikini bottom, and some undergarments. I was trying to be helpful, but I kept picking up her underwear and stuff.

- The night winded down after this. I got a drive home from the one and only Phillip Vicente (amazing driving skills by the way!) and settled in for a good night’s sleep.

So there you have it, the raw feed of sensory information as I rememeber it. Happy Canada Day to everyone, and I hope you all had good nights.