Just Coffee

I’ve decided that I am now making a comic strip. It’s called Just Coffee. Since I today I’m really tired, this is all I’m writing for now. Except for this, which I’m saying that I wrote this the other day and it takes place in a coffee shop.

Cheers!

-Louis

Comics

In honour of the new gadget I bought the other day, I have drawn a sketch using naught but the computer which lies on my desk. The new gadget is a tablet, and it’s great fun. It’s basically something that lets you draw on your computer. Nice!

Well. That’s all for now, really. I plan to put more comics up as time goes on, and hopefully I’ll become a better artist in the process.

Cheers!

-Louis

Mistakes

This morning I think I made an important discovery. It occurred to me that every mistake has a degree of severity. Now that I’ve thought of this, I’ve decided to be able to rank those mistakes on a scale of one to a hundred, just for kicks. For instance, picking up the wrong toothbrush would probably rank .5/100. Using it, depending on how much of a germaphobe you are, could be anywhere from 2 to 10. (For me, it’d probably be about a 3.) I’d say that anything from 1-10 is the sort of mistake you could make every day, such as forgetting your keys, cellphone, ipod, etc. or maybe jumping into the shower while the water’s still freezing cold. I’m thinking 20-40 would be slightly worse, having consequences that could reach into the immediate or less immediate future, such as getting pulled over by a cop because you were in a rush and getting a big fat bill in your mailbox the week after, or saying something to one of your friends that you really shouldn’t have said and have them not speak to you for a few days or a week. 40-60 is life changing mistakes. Telling yourself you desperately want to be a lawyer then hating your job for 20 years, or marrying because your girlfriend is pregnant and you’re hopelessly bound to the religion you believe in. 60-80 is specifically reserved for corrupt politicians or running for congress. ( I may have just repeated myself there.) Finally, 80-100 is world changing mistakes. Examples would include Going to war with Iraq (or, really, bombing the living crap out of them,) having a holocaust on a different race, committing genocide, nukes of any sort, and G. W. Bush Jr. in general.

If anyone disagrees with the last sentence… Then tell me why your opinion is right (or better, if you swing that way about opinions.) Don’t pull out the ‘unpatriotic’ bullshit either. I’m Canadian, so it’s utterly impossible, eh

If writing that was a mistake, I think it’d be about a… 2. And a waste of time.

Enough pointless writing for now.

Cheers!

-Louis

New Hobby.

In light of the boredom I’ve been experiencing during this super-sized college Christmas Break, I’ve taken up a new hobby. Drawing comics. Now that I’ve told you this, I’ll show you my first specimen. I hope you’ve heard of the Macbook Air, the newest line of macbooks that’s thinner than all the rest. It doesn’t have a discdrive, though. Anyways, read my comic. See if you like it.

Enjoy!!

Cheers!

-Louis

So this is Christmas

And what have we done?

…Ok, I said to myself as soon as I wrote that that I wouldn’t rant on about not having done enough good in the world, such as John Lennon said in the song ‘So This Is Christmas,’ so I won’t, even know it’s actually true. Alright enough with the depressing stuff. Basically, I wanted to say “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.” There. It’s said.

Now that that’s done with… I’d like to say, love sucks for everyone except those in love. Maybe it’s just me and I’m just an awful curmudgeon that can’t stand to see that sort of affection. I certainly hope not. I don’t FEEL like a curmudgeon, but it’s possible that I am one. I guess until the next time I fall in love I’ll be this strange semi bitter person. Sigh. That’s really all I have to say. I’m looking at the word count at the bottom of the page and I feel like I haven’t written enough.  Time to find another topic that doesn’t feel so thinly worn to me.

I have possibly a metric ton of snow on my deck. I moved most of it off today. I am now sore. Oh well, it’s much better than being hung over…

Anyways, Cheers!

-Louis

Movies

Movies are much better than TV. I love them for many reasons, but one of the more prominent reasons is the simple fact that there are no commercials. It’s so much better that way, there’s no one trying to sell you something every 11 minutes in a loud voice, telling you that you NEED the product. Some recent findings suggest that a section of the population (teens) are watching less TV than the previous generations have because they’re too busy surfing the internet. I’m afraid, though, due to this change, that the ads that aren’t getting to the target market are going to be transferred to the medium of film.

Picture this; an action star postpones a car scene chase to tell you the benefits of Sprint Mobile or using Microsoft Vista or even Mac, then resumes the story, but lets the camera take a good, long look at the back of the car he’s using, which is the new Dodge Thrust (yes, Thrust… I’m sure they’ll make a car with that name soon, Dodge likes their cars to sound manly.) and drives away past the Scotia Bank, which has a large ad on the window that is visible to the audience (Now with better insurance rates!!)

Wouldn’t that disrupt your movie experience? Of course it would. It’d be like watching tv, which is what we don’t want. Or at least, what I don’t want. Then I’d have to go watch plays to get a good story. At least Hamlet doesn’t promote deodorant…

On a lighter note, 7 days untill Christmas!

Cheers!

-Louis

Opening my eyes,

I sighed.  It was but another day in a series of days that are hopelessly uniform. Actually, that may be overstating it a little. At least I have different classes in each day. College offers that much for my days. That particular morning though, I just didn’t see the point of getting up. When the radio is playing something obnoxiously bad, you know the temperature outside your bed is going to feel like negative fourteen degrees, and your head is full of sleep, getting up seems like a terribly daunting task. Nonetheless, I rose, and set out to battle my day to the very end of it.

Being lonely can be depressing. Actually, for me, it sort of feels like it’s damaging somehow, like if you’re lonely too much you will never be repaired. Something like that, anyways. I don’t know how to handle it. It sucks.

Anyways, Cheers.

-Louis

Interconnectivity

I am, to sum it up in one word, amazed. I’m amazed, freaked out, and a little wary at the same time. I just realized how connected everything is now. Well, not really. I Knew that I could conceivably talk to someone in Sydney, Australia with barely five minutes search. Perhaps not a specific person, but at least someone in that place.

This realization, this epiphany, if you will, struck me today whilst I was immensely bored.  I was sitting in front of my laptop, wondering what I could do. It occurred to me that I could look at random people’s blogs and tell them anything, even though I had absolutely no connection to them. Mind you I haven’t written anything mean and I don’t plan to. It just seems like such an odd thing to do. Almost like butting into a stranger’s conversation, but not rude.

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College will drive me crazy, I know it.

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Also, everyone seems to have this burning drive to hook up or tell me they’ve hooked up all of a sudden. All at the same time. This seems to be an unseemly coincidence that I wish had not happened. It feels like a giant practical joke that ends up as a plot to a second rate novel, selling for half price in some giant megastore’s bookbin.

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To end on a cheerier note, I get to go with the college choir to present at the open house. I’d rather do a concert with my band any day, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.

Cheers!

-Louis

“Virtually everything you do today will be wrong”

Said the horoscope in the book I’m reading. The book happens to be one of Douglas Adams, and also one of my all time favourites. It would be difficult to classify this, but I hesitantly label it as ‘humour,’ since it is about a detective who solves mysteries through the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. The book is entitled “The Long Dark Tea-Time of The Soul” and it is the sequel of “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.” I particularly enjoy Adams’ style of writing, as it is unexpectedly original in the most descriptive way. Allow me to quote:

“The daylight shouldered its way in like a squad of policemen, and did a lot of what’s-all-thising around the room which, like the bedroom, would have presented anyone of an aesthetic disposition with difficulties. Like most of the rooms in Dirk’s house it was large, looming and utterly disheveled.”

If you know me personally, you may see why I find this book so entertaining. If you have the time or patience, I suggest you go down to the local library or bookstore and find these books. If you wish, of course. Douglas Adams isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so to speak.

Yesterday was my family’s “turkey day.” Yes, the age old celebration of stuffing your face till you feel like exploding and perhaps murmuring a bit of thanks before then. This is not to say that I didn’t enjoy it; quite the contrary. It was an exquisite day, which could only have been made better had I not been, alas, a vegetarian. One cannot experience the true grandiosity of “turkey day” without having at least a small morsel of cooked foul of flightless descent. Needless to say I did not indulge myself in the guilty pleasure of chowing down on the poor bird we had cooked, I merely enjoyed all the peripheral delicacies associated with thanksgiving. It was a pleasant evening.

The morning of that day, however, could not have been more bland. Some might call it a ‘vedge’ morning, but I’d rather refer to it as unproductive yet relaxing. I watched a film and read a bit. I was also on msn a bit. Nothing to brag about, really. Although I did find a reviewer that shared my non-commital attitude towards halo 3.

Five second review: Halo 3 is a run of the mill shooter. End of story.

Cheers and happy thanksgiving!

-Louis

Thanksgiving?

Today is my day off. Well, it’s the start of days off, anyways. So I got to finally get to get up late-ish this morning. As soon as I got up, I thought: “hmm. I feel like banana pancakes.” So I made some. They were excellent, in case you wanted to know. After breakfast I tried to make my own t-shirt design with this crazy paper that you can just print out and stick to clothes. I failed miserably and got some weird papery stuff stuck to my shirt. Ah well, at least it wasn’t a good shirt. After this I got to take a great walk and listen to a whole Jethro Tull CD. The trees are very pretty, but it’s incredibly warm out for this time of year. Could this be attributed to global warming? Perhaps.

Let me tell you about my intensely good wednesday. I got up in a terrible mood and this was a tenuous start to my day. I decided to bring my laptop and a movie to watch on the train. It was a movie about an Irish Soul band called the Commitments. It really cheered me up. By the time I got to school, I was ecstatically good. I was also happy because I wasn’t going to humanities, since we weren’t going to do anything in that horrible class. So basically I got to spend time with my friends until four, which was music history class. Before that class, though I went to a school concert where I got a hundred dollars for getting the top mark in the entrance auditions for guitar! It was unexpected, actually. But it was a welcome surprise nonetheless. After the concert I hung around with Lori, Alyssa and company till History. In history we watched a very odd ‘ballet’ that made me laugh. Then I went home and was in a good mood till the next day!

Now it’s the weekend, and I won’t see any of my friends till Tuesday, probably. Oh well. C’est la vie, comme on dit.

Cheers!

Happy thanksgiving!

-Louis