This is a self-portrait of me in the local Burg3r King… it’s the first time I’ve eaten in a Fast-Fast Food place around here in over a year.
It’s not something I avoid as a philosophy of being Anti-Something… I’m actually pretty Pro-Those Things. Mostly I try to avoid 3F Places because of taste and health issues, although I did go to an A&W in Ottawa a few times last year. But that’s different… A&W has the tastiest burgers Ever.
There’s also the eight Locally-Owned Restaurants in my Little Village of 1800 people, and the thirty more local restaurants and Chip Stands ten miles down the road.
There’s definitely no shortage of places to eat here… unfortunately most of the LOR’s are, basically, identical in terms of food offered and poor service. And not a decent milkshake in the bunch.
But they are family owned, of which I’m definitely a big Pro, and use ingredients you can recognize at a glance. Not all of them are particularly tasty, but at least you know what they are. So, really, there’s no point to be eating at the 3F’s except in cases of extreme munchies.
Cost, however, is a problem with the LOR’s. A family of four at Burg3r King can eat for less than $25… a single all-dressed hamburger with bacon, fries, two drinks with a decent tip at the place across the street — which makes fantastic Greek food — will cost aboot $14.
Anyway… I was in the Burg3r King because of an extreme munchie emergency. I have a friend staying over for a few days and he smokes. I haven’t smoked in over a year so I’ve been having constant nic fits just from walking past his jacket… and apparently nic fits translate pretty well into 3F munchie attacks.
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Me being drained; Feb. 01, 2008 — Photo by Me
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This is something I, technically, should be doing at least once a month. One of the three medications I take daily requires constant monitoring to maintain a specific level in my blood. If there’s too much of it my body reacts badly, too little and it doesn’t work. It’s pretty simple. This was the first time I’ve had the test in two years. Sometimes pessimism is built on faith as well…
I love the reaction from nurses and dentists when I pull my camera out… over the past few months I’ve used my little pocket-digital camera to film a tooth-extraction, I’ve taken photos of a dental hygienist cleaning my teeth, taken photos of two teeth being removed and now this bloodletting, and every time they’ve smiled like I was a slightly retarded six-year old with a crayon and napkin asking them to draw a smiley face. So far they’ve played along wonderfully.
The great thing aboot shooting in those kinds of places is the light is always great…
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CSN:AFU Week Fifty
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31,557,600 Seconds And Still Counting…
Thirty-eight years later and I’m still moving aimlessly around wearing nothing but a diaper and a beer stain… once you find a routine which works for you it’s important, no matter who’s crying at you to “grow up” or “please, use a toilet”, to stick with it no matter what.
So I’m just going to take this opportunity to thank my mom for loaning me her womb for nine months… and a special big time Thanks to Grand Theft Auto and the people at RockStar Productions for raising me. Happy birthday to us all… but especially me.
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The Lists From Week Fifty:
Five Strangest Search Terms Used To Find CSN:AFU
5) itchy beard red dots 4) things you need know about beavers 3) dodge ball in kansas curriculum 2) fuck snow removal 1) Rocket Richard, knitting
Honourable Mentions: peoples reaction towards safe sex canada; star wars ruined the film industry
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Top Five CSN:AFU Posts For Week 50:
1) Canada: Offering A Safe-Sex Environment Where Humanity Can Fuck Itself Back Together Again 2) Greatest Hits: Canadian Inventions — ‘Basketball’ 3) Canadian Movies You Need To See That Don’t Suck — FUBAR 4) Greatest Hits: Canadian Inventions — ‘The Pacemaker’ 5) The First Ten Things You Need To Know Aboot Canada
Honourable Mention: CSN:AFU Weeks 30 To 49 In Review
I really should start keeping track of the things I do… or maybe a list of things I probably should have done would be a better way to go, it’d definitely be more dynamic and there’d be way more words like “activity” and “outside” and “movement” and interaction”.
There was that time when I walked to the store and the new counter-person was wearing a really tight sweater… that was pretty cool.
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Photo Of My Week:
Mom and Kipling cleaning up after my pre-birthday dinner; Saturday, February 02, 2008; Photo by Me.
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This Weeks New Post:
Happy Birthday To Me Happy Birthday To Me 13,879 And A Half Days Old But I Don’t Look A Minute Over 10,953 I’ve always had a weird relationship with my birthday. The things we are used to doing when we’re older are taught to us when we’re younger… “Give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man” and all that. I had my first real birthday party when I was eight.
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Coming In Week Fifty-One:
Photos of a bloodletting…
Blood… sweet, sweet blood… I had some blood work done last week to monitor some medications I’m taking and took photos of the process. I’m weird like that…
I’ve also been taking photos of my dentist appointments as well. They’re freaking awesome.
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“You Look Good To Me”;
‘Norman Granz Jazz In Montreux Presents Oscar Peterson Trio 1977″ (DVD)
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Sean, Me, Nicola and Darell on my Thirtieth Birthday; Feb. 03, 2000 — Photo by Steve B.
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At some point today I will have been outside my mothers womb for exactly thirty-eight years.
I’ve always had a weird relationship with my birthday. The things we are used to doing when we’re older are taught to us when we’re younger… “Give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man” and all that. I had my first real birthday party when I was eight.
I dated a woman who had her first birthday party when she was eighteen, her family had left — “escaped” in her words — the Jehovah’s Witnesses a few years previous to our connecting. She had the same basic hangups. It was interesting meeting her and first discussing our backgrounds… I grew up in a Marxist Collective, she grew up in the Witness Program and both had the same objections to Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Birthdays and generally Being Happy.
It seems to me Everyone has some issues with their birthday, even beyond the getting older parts. From what I can remember from Elementary School birthdays become very political affairs once we start noticing someone having a post-birthday glow in homeroom — no one’s quite as popular in Homeroom as the days around their birthday party… then there’s the pre-party group “I hope she invites me” toadying and the post-party selected “she invited me and not you” gloat.
I can just barely remember the first birthday party my mom put on for me after we escaped the Collective. Four or five kids I barely knew showed up to my ninth birthday with parent-wrapped board games which, until that moment, I had never played before… I don’t think I had even touched a board game until then. Probably my favourite birthday party was my thirtieth, I wrote a post about it on my Original Blog. It was pretty messed up.
Then there was, I think it was my eighteenth birthday, when my brother got the band to play Kashmir for me… that was pretty sweet.
Something I’ve Never, Ever, been good at has been remembering the dates of Other people’s birthday. They just never register. Even my own family… I wasn’t Sure about my younger (full) brother’s birth date until I was in my late teens. I’m still not sure about the dates for my three younger (two halves and a step) sisters or my step-brother. My Jehovah Girlfriend and I dated for three years and I was always confusing her birth date with someone I had dated in high school. That was never, ever, good. Especially since her experiences had the opposite effect of making her hyper-aware of anniversaries and birth dates.
Last year I invited a bunch of people over for wine, beer, cheese and nachos and during one of the conversations Birthdays came up and I remembered it was my birthday… that day.
I’m taking my birthday off this year. It’s just me, some not-Too-bad Chinese Food and the SuperBowl. We were supposed to go to Ottawa for Real Chinese Food and a Movie last night but, while I was busy being ninety minutes late meeting my parents for the ride to The City, my grandparents showed up at mom’s place and wouldn’t leave. I think they’re starting to get fed up with their Assisted Living Home.
After dinner we sat down to watch the first period of the Maple Leafs / Senators game and my grandfather started the same conversation about hockey he has been starting sporadically over the past eighteen months. Somehow I’m responsible for Every Thing wrong about the Ottawa Senators, specifically the play of centre Jason Spezza. Good times… it’s something I posted about last year.
If I can get there on time we’re going to try to get to Ottawa again next weekend.
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