el sicko

I am NOT shaking this stupid cold. Ridiculous.

I just don't have time to be sick again, so I'm sure that's prolonging the misery, however, it's not like I've been out late late recently. Oh gack. I would give my left arm to be able to breath through my nose, and not cough myself into throwing up. Yeehaw.

On a happier note, I had a photography weekend, sped up to Ottawa on Saturday night to shoot a few Six Shooter Record artists, Melissa McClelland and Justin Rutledge. Melissa has a new album out last week, Victoria Day, and she was fantastically amazing, and Justin, well, I love that voice, it is so amazingly soothing... Ended my evening chatting with Luke Doucet and his dad about hockey. My team is tanking in a big way, and discussion ensued. Nice people all around, his dad reminds me a lot of my dad.

Then last night, went to shoot 2 bands I didn't know. One is from Toronto, We Are The Take, and I was pleasantly surprised. They opened up for Thriving Ivory, who are on a promo tour of Canada right now, hail from California. I was impressed with both bands, and enjoyed them greatly. As usual, the Canadian band was approachable (I hadn't gotten an ok to photograph them, but as they opened for Thriving Ivory I took some shots and just wanted to know where to send a link for them to see them - caught them in a greasy spoon across from the venue!) - and poor dudes had just gotten their van broken into. Welcome to the shitty area of Montreal dudes (our small concert venues are in the worst area possible....in fact, my car got broken into around the same place give or take a block or 2 - lovely!)

SPCA yesterday afternoon, I hate people, we got a baby chicken found roaming the streets of Montreal alone (TD? can I interest you in a chick extra early?). Four rabbits as the result of an idiot photo studio's promo of giving away rabbits when you had your photo taken with them (we tried to get that shut down, and it didn't work, but next year, next year, it won't f-ing happen again if we have our way). Sweet baby bunnies, 3 months old. Wish I could take them all home, but my little rascals are enough for me!

And this weekend breakfast with my friend....that'll keep me happy and cheery for the week to come, I haven't seen him in a while, he's the one....the one....oh I just don't know what to call him, what category to put him into.

I'm not a huge Colbie Caillat fan, but these lyrics from her song "Realize" make me think of the big goof (we'll call him PK).

"If you just realize, what I just realized
Then we’d be perfect for each other and we’ll never find another
Just realize what I just realized,
we’d never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now"

Of course, this is something I realized a long time ago. We've never spoken of it, but who the hell knows right? Yes, same guy who's making me dinner when he's back for good.

And that's all there is fit to print in the world of myself.