spoiled chinese girl

Or drivers who are asleep at the wheel.

Drove me nuts today.  I’m turning left into a street, while another car was turning right coming from the opposite direction.  So we’re hitting the same street going in the same direction.  Which is fine. There’s 3 lanes on that street so I took the inside lane, they took the outside lane.

Then the jackoff decided it would be a good idea to start merging into the middle lane.  And there were no cars there, and that’s fine.  Let’s for a moment ignore the fact this driver has not bothered to signal, and it’s about 6:45 in the morning and pitch black outside save for our headlights and very minimal street-lighting.

Then while continuing in his drift, he’s drifting into the inside lane, the lane that I am in, trying to occupy the space I am currently occupying.  It’s not like I was in his blind spot.  I am convinced I was clearly visible the entire time either out of the corner of his eye, or in his rearview.  In fact, when he was very close to hitting me, I was just in FRONT of him and his front end would have smashed into the back end of my car.

Did I mention he still hasn’t bothered signaling?  And this was one smooth movement that he was drifting between three lanes?

So I lay in on my horn, pissed off that he came very close to hitting me while trying to now sneak in behind me.  And I noticed he jerked his (I’m saying he even though I’m not sure of the gender of the person) car back into the middle lane.  And I was turning left on the next street, and he kept going.

I’m convinced the jerkoff was sleeping at the wheel, since he had no need to be in the lane I was in, and was able to continue in the middle lane.  Gotdamnit.

(and Matt York, but I didn’t get to see him… which sucks)

Anyways, they all did a show at the Lost Lounge in Mississauga two weekends ago, and it was bloody well fantastic. The Lost Lounge used to be called Sound Lounge when it was just a big room filled with tables, couches and an open area that was called a stage. But when we walked in, it was massive.  They re-did the whole place which included a full stage that was a good 4 feet off the ground, lighting, sound equipment hanging from the ceilings… impressive.
Chisai started the set, and I know most of his songs easily enough to recognize them.  I taped the show too so I could listen to it later and give him a copy of it as well.  Took a bunch of pictures, most of them are a bit darker than I imagined since I’m trying to lessen the flash on my camera by covering it with tape.  IT works to an extent but there needs more photoshop involved now.  But I really liked everything I heard and it was a good night.

Tim Tibbitts I’d never heard before.  He was second that night, and was a part of “The Four Voices” tour that Chisai was also a part of.  (Matt York was another of the 4some as was Mandipal Jandu… who’s name I’m totally butchering the spelling of)

While my friend Brandon went to talk shop with Chisai, I stayed and listened to Tim.  He sings and writes very… I guess sort of predictable love songs. He admitted to writing most of the songs about his wife, and they’re cute, and gushy, and shows how much he loves the women in his life.  (There’s also a song he introduced as being written for his mother, and one written about his car… why cars are Female I’ll never know)

But I adored the set, the music, and Brandon somehow scored me a copy of the CD at the end of the night.  I’m planning on adding it to my growing pile of my little project I’ve got going.

I have pictures of Chisai, but for some reason I’ve been too busy to put them up.  They’ll go up one day, I promise.

Okay, I have Google adsense ads on my off-IAM blog, but really I put them there because I thought it made my blog look better. (Go figure eh?) Anyways, I just put them on my music blog as well, and needed new codes, and checked, and somehow I have like a total networth with Google of $26 something. Good lord. Another 4 years and I might see money out of them If they don't cancel my account first because they like doing that (right when you hit the 98 dollar mark is the magical number)

Well when I first came up with the idea for this post it was my urging need to figure out after my first week what I was supposed to do.  Classes individually cost 17 bucks.  No I was not going to do drop-in classes, especally since my introductory week was 20 dollars for an unlimited number of classes for the week.

Then a 5 class pass was $75.  10 classes was $140.  20 classes is $260 and 50 classes was $550.

I also had the option of 1 month unlimited for $150, 3 months for $380.  6 months for $700 and a year for $1200.

After talking to one of the owners of the moksha studio I’m going to, we talked about my goals and what I planned on accomplishing.  My goals were to attend AT LEAST 2 classes per week, average 3 classes, occassionally attend 4 classes a week, and attempt a 30 day challenge at some point.

(A 30 day challenge is… basically that.  30 days straight of hot yoga.  It’s more of a Bikrams yoga thing I think but I figured it would translate well.)

So this past Monday I signed up for the year.  I pay on a monthly basis, and it’s making me excited.

As soon as I finished with my membership, and class, the next night I went out to get a new yoga top since I can’t keep wearing my swimsuit top. (There’s a decorative bow/knot that’s on the front that always digs into my sternum when I lay on my front, not to mention there’s no support, and all the weight hangs off my neck making it uncomfortable)

I wore it on Wednesday, and it’s a great difference.  Next, to find yoga pants I can wear in a hot yoga studio.  I may have to hit up Lulu Lemon, even though my non-yoga friends doth protest.

… or a free bike messenger bag?

I found this yellow/black bike messenger bag on Craigslist’s free section on Saturday, and e-mailed the guy.  He said I could come pick up if I did so within the next hour or so, and I really needed a new bag (and one that matched my fixie bike to boot!) and went down for it.

So I get there and there’s a note on the door “This is a clothing optional house, if nudity does not offend you, please come in!”  So okay… I knock and a guy dressed in a winter jacket and jammie pants answers.  We go into the house.

I ask him if the sign is real, he confirms it, while getting naked.  I’m okay with nudity, whatever.  It was kind of cool too because he had no problem with it and neither did i.  He gets me my bag, and asks if there’s anything else I might need.

We’re downstairs and I’m being nosy about this giant box of foam with circles cut out of it.  He puts one of them on his penis.  Then a different piece.  I mention I would like to take a picture because it’s funny, and we go upstairs.

I take the picture, and then he’s definately and obviously aroused.  And he starts masturbating.  I’m taking video all of a sudden, he handed me his digital camera to do so.  Well the end of masturbation occurs.  I leave to go to class.

Definately… and odd way to pick up a free messenger bag.  But hey, it was free right?