Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

A blog about life, love and the smell that used to come from the trunk of my car, before it was stolen.

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Location: Montreal, Qc., Canada

28, single, comic book geek, that's me in a nut shell.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Twas The Dark Knight Before Christmas

Saturday, December 01, 2007

All About Halifax

Monday, August 27, 2007

i'm fallin' apart here!!!!

i know i know. I've failed you, my public. I haven't posted fuck all in weeks and weeks. And i wouldn't even call this a post..i just wanted to drop by and let you know that i'm totaly falling apart. Something bit me on saturday, which made the knuckle on my ring finger on the right hand swell and now it's hard to bend my finger. Then i moved a comic box and apparently broke my left arm. Ok so i'm exaggerating and i must have only pulled a muscle, but it still hurts like a bitch. Then last night, well this morning around 4am, i was trapped in my bedroom and couldn't get out. I've got knob problems. Heh knob.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My lucky Day

It's my lucky day today. Or at least it better be.

While waiting for the shuttle this morning, page 111 of the book I'm reading (Catch-22), was shat on. And a little on my shoulder. That's the first time that's ever happened to me, and as i wiped the crap off my book and my shoulder i turned to the lady standing next to me and said, without even thinking, "must be my lucky day, i should buy a lottery ticket".

But seriously, who's the first asshole who got shit on and said "i've got to turn this into a positive". When you think about it there's nothing lucky about this really. I mean it's not the end of the world or anything...it's not like a condor or hawk (i don't know why in my head these birds shit more then others), it was a pigeon so it wasn't a big deal and didn'T fuck up my entire morning. But i did think about that all the way to work... lucky day... hope nothing else shits on me.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Bike attack

Ever wake up from a dream and it's like you're kinda still in it for the first few seconds of the day. That happened this morning to me. Already I'm forgetting the details of my dream but i thought I'd share what i do remember.

It had this Phantoms feeling to it. Hey shut up. Affleck was the bomb in Phantoms, yo. It was like most dreams, when you're in it, it makes no sense, but you still know what's going on, even if the dream seems to have started in mid action... So there's guy attacking people. So it's like i didn't see the beginning of the movie, like i don't know why he's attacking people, but he is and I'm sort standing in a circle with these people who are obviously trying to catch him. And we're standing in a dark street, and there's a scream. Something grabs me by the ankles, i try to yell but nothing comes out, then something hits me hard in the ass, hard enough for me to wake up in a start.

As i opened my eyes i took a breath and realized that my heart was actually beating a little bit faster then I'm used to, you know while sleeping. I sat up, my god my ass hurt. And for a split second the reality of my dream was still kinda hanging around, and i genuinely thought to myself "my butt hurts because of my dream.... how is that even possible???"

Then i remembered that i had gone around the block on Jason's new bike yesterday. It had been at least 13 years since the last time I'd been on a bike. It will be another 13 years before i get on another.

Monday, May 28, 2007

A director is born...

Monday, May 21, 2007

Almost a year.

As i sit at my kichen table writing this, it occurs to me that this is in fact the first time i've ever sat here. At my kitchen table. Yep.

I should be cleaning.
Cleanliness is not next to Godliness people. It's the devils work. A way to remind us all that no matter how much we would like to control the chaos that is our daily lives, you still have to clean the kat litter. And that's not you controling the world, that's the poo controling you.

So to sum up, i don't like cleaning.

And on top of that i even dislike people who like to clean. You know who you are. You're the people who get the same type of high cleaning as i do, well, getting high.

that reminds me....

And i'm back!

See how i eluded to the fact that i was getting high there? Annie's a literary genius. AND on top of that, i've recently become a movie making genius. That's right ladies and gentlemen, in the very near futur you will be able to see the very first Lockedinthetrunk production. But Annie?!!? Why must we wait, you must be asking yourselves. Pending approval from one of the films two stars, i must wait to release said material. The wait will kill you. Well probably not.

But be assured that as soon as I get the go-ahead i'll be spending hours (again) trying to figure out how to post the video from youtube.

Back to the cleaning.

The picture above is but a recent load of comics that i'm supposed to sort out and put away in the system of drawers in the very crappy picture above that. Doesn't look like much in the picture, but it's about 150-200 books. That's what Annie's doing today on this beautiful Victoria day. Hope you have a good one!

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