HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!!!

This morning, at the 195 stop at angrignon, more people then you'd think were dressed up. I'd considered putting on my Dorothy costume, but decided against it at the last second. Not for any particular reason, mostly because i'd have to wear a skirt to work and i didn't feel like having a bad case of cold legs all day, since at bell seems the airconditioning is on 365 days a year.

I saw a little kid dressed like a headbanger, another as a pirate, the "Scream" guy, hippies, more pirates and one girl who really got alot of looks at the bus stop. She was dressed as an Indian. Not a native, like cowboys and Indians, she had painted her face brown and was wearing a turban. This got me thinking alot. Since when did "race" become an acceptable Halloween costume? Whatever happened to kitty? Princess? Milk carton? I'm gonna be Asian this year, fuck it. I mean come on?! And she's standing there, sipping her coffee, given' us, the people staring at her from the bus, a look that seems to say "what the fuck are you lookin' at?" YOU STUPID! it's Halloween, not i'm a dumbass day. It's not like i took offense to the costume or anything, i mean do what you want, i could care less... it just got me thinking about all the looks this chick was goona get today. Does she not realize that the 195 has a stop right next to their temple? Shit i wish i didn't have to work today, i would have followed her all day.

I love you, but shut it.

The last month on the bus hasn't been that bad. I listen to some music and try to catch 40 winks before i get to work. In the last week, however, i've had company since Gen had come back to work after and few months sabbaticle. I love her, let's just get that straight. She's one of my best and oldest friends. How do you tell someone like that that you, as a general rule, do not talk to anyone before stepping into work. I just don't. This morning it was hairy naked hobbit lookin' dudes. The 195 is always full. So i had to talk about hairy naked hobbit lookin' dudes surrounded by morning commuters. Now don't get me wrong, any other time of the day, anywhere else, i'd be all over this topic like a pig on shit, but at 6h38 am, i just can't. It's a good thing Gen is a bus sleeper and i have comfortable shoulders.

Ok, so i'm a liar.

I haven't posted my views on the new season of Smallville or my thoughts on the office or anything in Second Drink, i'm sorry there's just no time. Well there is, but fuck i'm using it to sleep, not blog. I have plans to buy a Laptop sometime soon, i figure i'll be able to post my thoughts as they happen and that will be better for me, you know so's i won't have to use it, so's i can loose it. Whatever, don't ask.

Also i have to admit that instead of blogging i've become addicted to something else. (FYI : the Hi5 obsession has ended) My new drug? Myspace/Youtube. Ok, i know it's like old news to all y'all out there in cyber space, but i never got on that bandwagon. I cannot get enough of these things. I watch Youtube on my computer at lunch time and catch up with my peeps on myspace. Chubby Chaser thinks i'm crazy for liking this stuff so much, but i can't help it. I'm friends with the tragically hip! I'm friends with almost everyone on the office AND i'm Joe Rogan's friend. Are you Joe Rogan's friend? i didn't think so. So ok, Slayer and Kevin Smith still have not accepted my "friends" request, so fuck 'em, who needs Slayer and Kevin Smith when i've got Creed, Roy and Pam.



If Slayer and Kevin Smith happen to read this, please ignore the post above, please be my friend.

i'm Lois Lane bitch.

I came home yesterday to find that my neighbor, Chubby Chaser had purchased all the news papers that are printed in Montreal, to be able to read all of the critiques of the Maiden show. They were all ok, nothing great, the Gazette's was pretty funny stating that Bruce Dickinson had not given any commentary during show (since it is a pretty deep album about war and God and all that) "But what is this? A U2 review? So who cares about the commentary" pretty funny. The La Presse review was horrible. Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes (i believe the actualite section page 5) It's THESE colors don't run, not colors don't run. Hallowed be thy name, not hallowed be dying?!?! And Two minutes to midnight, not just two minutes. So i called La Presse, and they are A-holes. "Don't worry ma'am, it'll be fixed" Oh yeah? when? As of today still no retraction.

ZOD

haven't had the time to update yet.... tomorrow Annie's thoughts on Smallville's season premiere, and What Zod means to me.

SCREAM FOR ME MONTREAL!

3 Maiden Tickets : 165$
Maiden baseball cap : 35$
Maiden Murse (man-purse) : 45$
Maiden Hoodie : 70$
2 Beers at the Bell center : 18.50$
Watching Chubby Chasser jump up and down and stare at dudes all night ("it's for the t-shirts!!!") : priceless.

Although we were all pretty dissappointed that the first hour and 20 minutes was the new album only, the evening was pretty good. They played Fear of the Dark, 2 minutes to midnight, Iron Maiden ( giant tank sprang up behind Nikko during this one), The Evil that men do (Giant Eddie walked around on stage for this one) and only 2 or 3 other oldies, it was over at 10h30 sharp. The show itself was ok, lot's of energie comin' from Bruce Bruce and his voice was great to boot. Yannick did his little "throw my guitar in the air" shtick right before the end and that enjoyable. The crowd was great, a mish mash of old and young, fathers with their kids, young lovers barely able to restrain theyselves, Ah! Maiden! If not for the lovers then for who i ask? Seriously though, i was watching the couple (chick with long black hair and dude with "barf" tshirt and '80s leather arm band) right below us for most of the evening, i couldn't help myself. It was hypnotizing. It's always weird for me to see people so comfortable with their sexuality that even thousands of people won't stop them from getting their groove on. She was ruining her fingers threw his hair, rubbing his back, kissing, getting under his t-shirt, it was quite a show. But you know what, they were havin' fun, so good for them. I was, however, concerned that her head was going to smack right into the plexi-glass window they were standing in front of, you know, because of all the head-banging.

On the way out, Matt had to go to the bathroom, again, but what else is new. So we get to the stairs leading to the bathrooms, where CC and I decided to wait for him, and I turn to my right and see it right away. "Holy shit!" Right beside us is one of those beer station/cart type things. Apparently after an event or once they stop selling the beer, they remove the tap and screw the nozzle closed. Well, this one wasn't screwed tight enough. So i'm standing there and tell CC "dude! stick your head under there! If I drank beer i'd be ALL over this!!!" " no... they might kick us out." "What the fuck? the concert just ended man, WE ARE LEAVING, let them kick us out! I dare you to do this." "you do it then" "fine, pussy." So i stuck my head under the tap, drank as much as i could and brought my head back up when i heard some random guy scream "MAIDEN YEAAAAHHHH" when i looked up he was looking at me and givin' me the "rock on" hand gesture. I laughed and yelled back "fuckin' right" and at that about 10 other guys saw what i was doing and freaked out, Annie's not selfish, the free beer was for everyone, so i gave my spot. And they drank and drank and yelled "MAIDEN!!!!!" until the security guard came over and threw them out. lol, oh well, kids can't handle their booze.

Second Drink updated.

And still the paper endures.

I thought the paper fairy finally wised up and stopped delivering the news paper i never asked for since it was not in the mail box yesterday morning. Today, two papers.

Yet another "fuck i'm old" moment

Sunday i decided to take a walk and rent some movies. Every time i go there Chubby Chaser asks me to check if Return of the living dead II is in, because it never is. So i went around, picked up Nightmare on Elm Street parts 2 and 3 ( "dreammmm Warriors!!!" sorry.), Lucky number Sleven and The Rocket. I get to the counter and ask the new guy behind said counter if he knows where ROTLD II is, since as usual, it's not on the shelf. Then all of a sudden he and I are flirtin, you know "oh you like zombie movies?" "did you hear about the Halloween remake by Rob Zombie" and all that jazz. So talk talk talk go back to the cash, i look into the glass counter and see the entire collection of "Les filles de Caleb" (tv show that aired on french TV back when Steinberg still existed...and if you don't know what Steinberg is that makes me REAL fuckin old), which i've seen there before, but never had the cash on me to pick it up. So now i'm faced with a dilemma. This guy is cute, and he's flirting with me... but this totally breaks the vibe i've created, since it's all bullshit anyway because i'm not getting ROTLD II for me, but for someone else. But this cute guy is into the fact that i'm into horror/Zombie movies, and i don't want to burst this little flirtin' bubble i had going, but damn it, i really wanted to pick up "les filles de Caleb". So he's talking to me and at this point i'm no longer listening, i'm just trying to figure out a way to not look like the big dork i am and still walk out the door with those DVDs. And this is the brilliance that i came up with : "you know what... i'm gonna pick this up for my Mom." MY MOM!!! urrrgh. So he looks at me and starts asking what the hell the dvd is and i'm forced to explain. Then he says "why is it that TV series are so expensive to buy in dvd?" Ah! a chance to redeem myself!! "I know, Battlestar Galactica, the second half of the season, was like 50$!" And, ladies and gentlemen, Annie's back in there like a dirty shirt.