More Lyrics!

Baby, if you've ever wondered,
wondered whatever became of me.
It has something to do with me putting together a Christmas album at the last minute. It will be sweet, trust me.

Also, if you haven't already spotted it yet, I'm co-owner of another blog, Rancho Relaxo. It's all about me and my cohabitants at Northwood Ranch. Unlike this one, everything that gets printed there is more or less true. It's just that all the juicy parts get edited out. Anyway, the point of this paragraph is that I'm posting lots over there as well, and hence don't have time for this blog.

However, by request I'm revisiting a previous true !true post, the ever-popular song lyric request show. Read the first edition if you haven't already. And here's Agent Kondukt's request for heart-felt lyrics of insecurity, heartbreak (sort of?) and automobiles in the style of Matt Reid:

I’m finding myself each day a little wearier
The constant yelling and gestures giving me an inferior
Complex
As though I’m some sort of misfit
I’m just trying to get by, eke out my own existance
But you’re running me down, or pushing me out of the way
I try not to worry, but fear I’ll end this day
Trapped under the wheels, the weight pushing me under
And with the way people act, it gives me little wonder
Why I should feel this way, day in and day out
Angry attitudes and garbage being thrown about

As before, you may request phony lyrics written in the style of your favourite lyricist, and I'll see what I can do.

Christmas Ideas

If you're wondering what to buy me for Christmas, one of those milk-shooting laser guns is pretty high on my list:



Oh, and an anthropomorphic cow would be nice too. I wonder how she refills her laser milk gun?

Declassified documents

Now that I'm back from my little adventure, I can reveal certain details of my mission. One of the primary reasons for going to Toronto was so that I could stand underneath the Ontario College of Art and Design building. Stand and point. And laugh. I can only assume that pointing and laughing by the masses was the primary goal of the building's designer, and I was only too happy to oblige.



Lest you think I'm getting cynical I must stress that having ridiculous "whimsical" buildings is far far FAR preferable than the often drab depressing crap that permeates many a downtown core. So while yes, I am making fun of the building, I am also appreciating it in my own little way. With laughter.

Part two of my Toronto mission involved buying a super rock and roll belt from this stand on Dundas Street for a measly six bux. Suh-weet!



On to Montreal, where I was in search of evidence of a mass telephone grave. I'm still not sure sure how that ties into my new red belt or OCAD, but whatever.



Anyway, it's pretty clear from this post that the whole detective agency angle has kind of played itself out. Maybe I'll revisit it again at some point in the future, but for now, the Evil Robot Mystery Team is on hiatus. That means that Louise the fig tree will be layed off. Too bad; she made a great secretary.