Movember Update Three.

Week three. Almost a beard. Donate to Movember.

Snow Cones.

In high school I was voted most likely to move to the North Pole. I don't know why (maybe a striking resemblance to a young Kris Kringle) but the more I sit on the thought it makes more sense. But they were a little off on what hemisphere I wanted to go to.

I'd rather go to the South Pole. Despite what you think it isn’t to fight a shape shifting alien but to hunt for forgotten scotch.

Maybe hang out with penguins too.

Today I was made aware of an expedition where they are going to be drilling for one hundred year old scotch in Antarctica. Apparently this ancient alcohol was found beneath one of Shackletons huts by restoration people but it is too deep in the ice to get out with out drilling for it. It seems that the scotch would be perfectly preserved and since scotch doesn’t age in a glass bottle it would taste exactly how it tasted when Shackleton  drank it. 

How awesome would that be to tell people that was your job?

"Oh you're an accountant? Sounds boring. My company sends me on crazy expeditions to rescue old scotch. Yup, that's where I got this beard."

Maybe that is why I grow a beard professionally. But for the last several years all I've craved is adventure so I know s good one when I see it. I would happily drop everything to go on this one or something similar.

Hopefully to a distant tropical island to find a stash of rum left by rum runners.

Read on.

Thank You!

Tonight was a big sucess. It all seemed to work great and hopefully the new Capital Rock City will be up soon.

I'd like to thank.

-Jeremy Baker and his podcast.
-Scott from Black Stilt.
-The Black Stilt staff.
-Scott Lougheed for doing sound and recording the show for us.
-Kathryn Lancashire for doing such wonderful posters for us.
-Jason Walsh
-Dock Currie
-Liz Beattie
-Simon
-JP Maurice.

And everyone who came out.

Let's do this again soon.

Start with a title.

Yesterday I went a little stir crazy.

I think it was from lack of human contact. Apart from the computer screen I spent most of Saturday in a perpetual state of isolation and boredom. 

Eventually I summoned the will to get out of my place (which wasn’t to hard) and went for a walk to the coffee shop. I sat in there for about fifteen minutes watching people go about their day picking up fresh baked items and drinking fresh brewed coffee. I sipped on my coffee, put on an audiobook, and headed home.

I spent the rest of the day dreaming of things until a friend rescued me from my own mind. Conversation was exactly what I needed. Before he showed up at the door with a bottle of whiskey I’d fallen into a monk like silence and a new found (but temporary) depression.

Today was a different story.

Good lunch with BFC crew at Swans because Cabin 12 is closed. When we all went our separate ways Shaynebow and I hit up the local Chapters were we spent 40 minutes bullshitting, and looking at books.

When we left the book store we were privileged enough to see a street fight which involved someone flying off a bicycle to punch another guy in the face. Lots of blood and I’m sure a broken nose. This launched Shayne into a rant that started with “Correct me if I’m being Hitler…” while we sat in a coffee shop. The conversation between us ended in tears, lack of air in our lungs, red faces, and odd looks from other patrons.

It was a good day.

 

Movember Update Two.

Working on growing my beard back. Donate here!