let me just start by whining about our god-awful weather. like holy fuck, it's mid-march. oops, i mean mid-may but damn it feels like march. what the fuck?

it should be warmer. there should be leaves on the trees. but as i complain about this shit, i could be shovelling snow. yep. snow in may? only in edmonton(and last week, calgary) heavy, break-your-back wet snow. hmmp, my sympathies to all of you in alberta. anyway, how bout some warmth, huh?

so, my girl, amy & me, jumped on the turnpike, and chugged to cleveland on saturday...rock and roll...i don't know why, but i was a little disappointed. i thought maybe they would have more stuff, like more guitars and drum kits and organs. but it's not the musical instrument hall of fame. i don't think i get it. pop stars hall of fame? maybe...am i analylzing this too much. they had some really old things in there. john lennons glasses. some of david bowies costumes from the 70's. i skipped the small section on the stones, and heck even the beatles had a medium sized shrine. i guess i though it was going to be bigger, with more stuff. hmmp! and the thing on jeff buckley? what the fuck? are you serious? sorry, but please i don't care who argues me on this one, there are more important people in rock and roll, than this guy. and yes 4 days later and i'm still complaining about it.

i think i had more fun at the cleveland museum of art. midevil swords, creepy grandfather clocks, model cities carved out of marble.(or whatever the hell it was) yep, art is fun. hey i've been a fan of art since the first time i stepped into the a.g.o. when i was seven. i just like looking at the pictures. staring at the canvas. sometimes you can still smell the paint. the textures. colours. walking in silence. all you hear are the clicks and clacks of peoples heels. even the outside of the building is something to behold. just for me. i saw the picassos and the rest. the impressionists, post-impressionists. and the main exhibit, the gilded age. i will have to return one day. maybe in a couple of years. we did skip a lot of it.

i know this is a crappy entry but, it's all i have. i'm dry.

sunday, court & i hung out, had breakfast(lunch?) at ritters diner. one of our favourite hang-outs(esp. late at night, when we usually go). it was packed, loud and disgustingly filthy. perfect! we were seated in the back with a half-a-dozen families. our breakie was good. eggs were the staple of the afternoon. but that what we would have had if we didn't end up going out. so...

it was also the perfect day to fly a kite. i'm serious. it's something that we are going to do. soon. someone who was actually flying one in a park, reminded me of it. courts idea , of course. now we just have to buy one and get outside and do it!

and speaking of wind, on the way back home i had to have two hands on the steering wheel, or i'd have never made it. windy! but my little toyota made it no prob. somewhere around the I-80 & I-79 intersections, i was driving by a transport and one of it's eighteen tires decide to explode. BANG! i nearly shit my pants. you know how annoying that is? i'm trying to drive here! but seriously, my heart was pounding through my chest after that. a black cloud of tire dust spewed out everywhere, huge chunks of rubber flying every which way. you usually only see the aftermath on the sid eof the hwy. but to experience it, it's pretty darn scary.

there was suppose to be a tornado watch in western n.y. but heck if i saw it.

on the way home from work today, i saw three different gas prices; .67; 63; and 57 cents. all on the same street. when are these games going to stop? they don't pull this fucking shit in niagara falls.(where the price has just stayed put at sixty-three cents all week) whine whine whine.

that's been my week, rocking out with my girl, dodging truck tires and eating grease. never dull i tell ya.

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