working. bored. rambling.

[the_siobhan]

There is some kind of graffiti festival going on in Toronto today. The streetcar I was riding in passed alley after alley where people with spraycans were creating colourful artwork all over the walls. A hip-hop band was performing in one of the parking lots.

There has also been an unusually large number of bald East Asian men in saffron robes walking through the streets of the downtown area for the last couple of weeks. I haven't been able to find out what that's all about. I noticed in passing that modern robes appear to have a breast pocket where one could store sunglasses or a small wallet if one needed to.

When I stepped off the streetcar there was a man holding a sign that said, "Spare Change So I Can Kill George Bush". I asked him how he was doing. He told me he had already made twice as much money as last weekend's "Kick A Punk For A Dollar" sign.

I managed to make it through another two weeks of working midnights without going crazy. I occasionally explain to people that I only ever buy lottery tickets when I am working midnight shifts. I know it's a tiny percentage of a chance that I might win, but it's a tiny percentage of a chance that keeps me from going completely postal and taking big shiny weapons to work with me. I figure that's a good investment of a couple of bucks every few weeks.

I stuck my name into a couple of the content generators that are currently going around. The friends one wants to know if boos_pants likes s0b. Loves him, I expect.

I didn't graduate from high school, but if I hadn't dropped out I would have finished in 1982. I remember all the songs that were the top 100 hits of that year, and they were all loathsome disco or boring suburban cockrock or Olivia Newton John. The only two exceptions were one of The Police's lesser moments and... Kids In America.

I swear that song is stalking me.

I love the results of the haiku one, because it's so lovely and surreal. I have no idea where it got this text, but it's wonderful.

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:	the_siobhan
Your haiku:	a farmer who is no longer allowed to build houses on the glass
Username:
Created by Grahame

Comments

[bar-bar-ella.livejournal.com]

When I stepped off the streetcar there was a man holding a sign that said, "Spare Change So I Can Kill George Bush". I asked him how he was doing. He told me he had already made twice as much money as last weekend's "Kick A Punk For A Dollar" sign.

Oh, mercy! :) I love that...

[iamjw.livejournal.com]

When I stepped off the streetcar there was a man holding a sign that said, "Spare Change So I Can Kill George Bush". I asked him how he was doing. He told me he had already made twice as much money as last weekend's "Kick A Punk For A Dollar" sign.

Than made me happy :-)

And the haiku comes from a post you made about people buying houses next to things like airports or farms and then objecting to the business that goes on there because it's bothersome.

[raphrat.livejournal.com]

I stuck my name into a couple of the content generators that are currently going around. The friends one wants to know if boos_pants likes s0b. Loves him, I expect.

it largely depends on the source.
if it's _ME_, then no. sob has yet to ever recognize me at an "official" function, and owes me about 3 drinks at this point.
if it's the _creator_ of boos_pants, then i will assume yes. in the "butt" way.

*braces for the suckerpunch*

[celsius-matti.livejournal.com]

The beauty of this little Haiku thingie is it gets the lines from somewhere in your posts.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

The question wasn't whether or not you love him, but whether or not your pants do.

I've met your pants. I can vouch for the fact that they have a mind and an agenda of their own.



(PS, when was the last time you guys were at an "official" function at the same time? C5?)

[raphrat.livejournal.com]

which one was Vegas?

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

It was the particular combination of text that had me charmed.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

C9.

I couldn't remember if Mr Bat was there or not.

The only solution, is of course, to go to London and crash B Movie.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I thought that might be it. It was the line about building on glass that absolutely did it for me.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Isn't that hilarious? :-)

I don't think Americans realize just how much Dubya is fervently loathed in this country.

[raphrat.livejournal.com]

i don't trust London.
it seems to be full of English,
or so i have heard.