Musical Aspirations

Not too long ago I was considering taking discounted piano lessons from someone at the volunteer office. The idea of it was somewhat exciting because it would be something new.

I remembered my great interest in the guitar that spanned over a decade and the level of skill I achieved which is fairly mediocre. If I wasn’t motivated enough to master the guitar during that length of time, what are the chances I was going to get anywhere with the piano?

The great majority of people aren’t very good at anything besides their job and whatever their parents forced them to do when they were young. I spent thousands of hours for pay cheques without much else to show for. For the most part, people only do what they believe they have to do.

I suppose I don’t have to master the piano. If I reached some level of enjoyment with it then the lessons would probably be worth taking. What I probably should do though is just concentrate on the guitar. I’ve been thinking about taking guitar lessons again mostly for motivation. If I feel I have someone to disappoint or impress then I’ll try harder. Primitive wiring doesn’t cater to the loner.




Cinnamon Buns, Stereotypes, Degrees

When you have all the time in the world you might just walk around in a tourist area for an hour going into multiple coffee shops looking for a cinnamon bun. When I finally found one I had to choose a place to sit. There was a comfortable looking seat by the window but it was also right across from the washrooms where people unleash their holy hell. The worst of humanity takes place behind locked doors where people at most can only suspect that you are the culprit. The person after you needs a face to put to the urine soaked toilet seat but he knows it could have been from 20 other men before you. Maybe that putrid smell came from your back end but it’s possible it’s been lingering for the last hour. No one knows so no one says anything. All one can do is give the stink eye letting one know of their suspicions.

While sitting at the table where the students congregate, my wandering eyes inspected their study materials. Two young Asian guys appearing to be studying, with headphones in their ears. Maybe they’re listening to Tony Robbins or maybe they’re listening to death metal songs about killing their parents. Surprise surprise…one of them was studying Mechatronic Systems Engineering and the other had his textbook at the chapter of Cash Flow so I’ll assume he’s in the accounting field. Stereotypes exist for a reason.


Practicality is the name of the game. If you’re going to spend 4 years and $50,000 on a university degree then you might just want to get something out of it besides a piece of high class toilet paper signed by the dean. A university degree can be a symbol of your worthy achievement or a reminder that you got duped.

Daily Post: Degree

The Reality of Life

There might be no rule book to life but it’s apparent to me now that your degree of success is dependent on your grasp of reality and your willingness to surrender to it.

I spent most of life wanting life to cater to how I wanted it to be not because I was convicted in my beliefs but because I was uncomfortable with the alternative. Hope and time was on my side, so I felt, which led me to do nothing much. The truth always was that if you want something you have to make it happen and there’s always some kind of risk associated with it. Hope is completely imaginary when there is nothing behind it.

Life hasn’t worked out for an abundance of people out there and many of them opt for the road of excuses. You can blame immigration, family or some other external factor but in all likelihood there was something in your timeline you could have easily improved. There’s excuses and then there’s what really happened. To be forgiving though, sometimes you just didn’t know any better.

If you bring a baseball bat to a hockey game you’re either going to fail or not even be allowed to play. You can be as stubborn as you like but it’s highly unlikely the rules are going to change in your favour. Keep bringing that baseball bat and you’ll keep failing.

I don’t know how things “should” be but I have a better idea how I’d like them to be, and then there’s how it is.

The Bitcoin Craze

WTF is a bitcoin? I’ve listened to podcasts, read articles online and just watched a documentary and I barely get it. I might be too stupid to get in on it or I’m not stupid enough.

Today I searched the term, “why should I buy bitcoin?” I didn’t really get any good answers. Most of what I read was telling me how bitcoin is better or differs from conventional currency. What I haven’t fully comprehended yet is why one would want to exchange $13,000 USD for 1 bitcoin. What am I going to do with this bitcoin?

For the most part you can’t do much with it right now. I think people are piling into bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies for speculative gain. It’s an exciting idea similar to 9/11 and moon landing conspiracies but as for now why would I use Bitcoin to pay for goods and services if I can use cash?

The supposed appeal of cryptocurrencies is that they’re a decentralized online currency that eliminates the need for a third party(banks, credit cards) to facilitate transactions. Being able to tell the banks to F-off might be nice but if you somehow lose your bitcoins from no fault of your own I think you’re screwed.

There’s people who stockpile gold as a hedge against cash and capital investments. Cryptocurrencies are like an online version of gold except they don’t have the backing of historic value and confidence. It could be the future. I’m only saying this because you never know. It sounds crazy but who knows. There’s smarter people than us who believe so. Everything seems to be going online and towards a cashless society.

Yesterday the value of a bitcoin was $12,000. Earlier today it was $13,000. I just stumbled across the current value and it’s $14,000. Just over a month ago a friend and I were talking about it and it was “worth” $5000. In 2015 it was in the $250 range. In July of 2010 it was like 6 cents. What this means is that some people have gotten really really rich and probably some time soon some people will be jumping off a bridge because they lost a ton of money. It could go up to $20,000 before that happens though. The feeling I get is that the craze is not near its end yet.

So your options today are a good used car or a bitcoin.

The Morning Routine

During my working days in a previous life the alarm clock(phone) went off at 7:30 AM with the snooze option often making a appearance. I hope for it to be a day later than what I think it is but it’s rarely the case. As I silently go through an arsenal of cuss words and a seemingly hopeless maze of negative thoughts I make the first move to a vertical position. As I sit on the edge of my bed it reminds me how all of it is strikingly similar to sitting on the edge of a tall building contemplating your options. If you do it enough, one day you probably will jump.

I’ve been doing this routine for years. I have it down to a publicly traded corporation’s dream of efficiency. I put 2 eggs in a stainless steel pot, fill it with hot water and place it on the stove on high. While the water is heating up I brush my teeth, wash the snot from my eyes and shave(maybe). By the time I put on my slave attire the water is boiling, I turn the heat down to 6 and calculate the time 7 minutes from now.

As I wait for the eggs I sit on my drum throne listening to the AM radio. There’s always traffic nightmare. I’m at least thankful that I’m a 5 minute drive from work. It’s not a lucky coincidence, I plan this shit.

I peel my medium-boiled eggs like a pro and have a banana afterwards. Not the greatest breakfast but I need to eat something or I’ll be left dizzy. 8:12 AM I’m out the door. More cuss words to come if it’s pissing rain.



WordPress Graveyard

If you’re on WordPress long enough it’s inevitable that someone you follow will pass away. It happened a few months ago and again today. There may have been others who died but didn’t get the chance to have a final post published with their writing or from someone they know.

I’m not sure if I prefer to know of their deaths or not. Without any last words I would assume they just stopped blogging and wouldn’t think much of it again. A death notice is always an interesting read but also sad.

If it was me who was in his last days I wouldn’t be able to help myself. You don’t get another opportunity to write and publish a post in such a mindset.

Frieday, Dec 1st, 2017

Ikea has a cafeteria style food court to lure you in hoping that you’ll take a stroll around their maze and end up buying something. The woman in front of me asked for french fries instead of mash potatoes.

“Can I get a few more fries?”

Assertive, are we?

A new batch of fries came right after her request.

“Can you give me the new fries instead?”

I’m using a question mark but it wasn’t really a question. The Ikea staff member obliged and dumped her fries back to give her the fresh ones. The balls on this woman. She probably complains at McDonald’s when the English muffin on her McMuffin isn’t perfectly aligned with the poached egg. I hope she’s no one’s girlfriend. Maybe she’s just a woman who knows what she wants? Or maybe she’s a cuntosaurus.

I bought a bottle of wine today for the first time in a long time. There was a prawn & salmon concoction in the fridge. It was delicious.


The above picture is my attempt at appearing as a happy individual. How can someone eating prawns & salmon doused in garlic butter be discontent? The internet is showtime. A platform that allows for mere snippets of what one will allow others to see. How often do you see a picture of someone miserable at work or a video of someone waking up to an alarm clock at some ungodly hour?

The dog decided to take a shit in close proximity to where I was sitting. It may be a fool’s errand to ponder the precise reasons why she would do such a thing but if I had to guess it’s because she knows it’s pissing rain outside. Another possibility is that she wants to see how much she can get away with.


Taken moments after the dumpage

On the 6 o’clock news one of the top stories was how the LGBTQIAAWKRP in Vancouver wants to ban uniformed police officers in the next pride parade. I find this to be aligned with the tactic of my dog taking a shit 2 feet away from me to see how much she can get away with.

Louis C.K. has been disgraced by his masturbation shenanigans. I realize it’s a serious issue but I can’t help but giggle because it’s Louis C.K. performing some obscene act. Donald Trump must be feeling superior with the small amount of backlash that he received with his “grab them by the pussy” comment.  Even the dirty standup comedians will not joke about the Louis C.K. situation. They’re too scared to ruin their careers.

When you’re buzzed on the internet there’s a high possibility that you will purchase something foolish.