After something akin to a late-evening power nap, I heard rain and decided Patrick D Ryall had to go for a walk downtown, since that’s something he generally doesn’t do any more.

While I was there I was approached by members of a metal band with the respectable name of Knifehammer. Apparently they are playing a show tonight and handing out t-shirts in preparation of this. They told me where the show was and handed me a shirt. It was all cool. Then I went into Shoppers, bought a chocolate milk and forgot where they were playing.

I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway, what with being a reclusive loser, but it can’t be a good thing that I can forget that quickly.

But thanks to them, wherever they are, for coming all the way from Ontario exclusively to give PDR a t-shirt.

I’m not sure why, but it feels so right to be wearing a trenchcoat with bare feet. I only wish I could find some reason to do that more often.

Also, I wish to learn to swim. But without a pool or a lake or anything, that would be difficult. The bathtub is a huge disappointment in this field. If I were rich enough, I would have a pool in which to teach myself. It would be great. Greater than five sandwiches.

This week there was a riddle in the newspaper that asked “How many times can you subtract five from twenty-five” and gave the answer as being once, because then you were subtracting from twenty and so on.

I disagree. I think you can subtract it as many times as you damn well please. Look:

25 – 5 = 20

25 – 5 = 20

25 – 5 = 20

25 – 5 = 20

25 – 5 = 20

25 – 5 = 20

I could go on all night. But since I don’t like math, I ain’t gonna.

I have begun saving up to go on a trip to London. I am not smart enough to go alone, though. I just don’t have anyone to go with. It makes me sad. I’m sad a lot.

In other news, I am now being monitored by aliens. They are spying on me through plant life. But it’s cool. They’re not insidious. They’re just really bored.a

It has been way too long since I’ve said anything on here. That makes me a bad person.

Let’s see. Last night we had a pretty spectacular lightning show. It caused some malfunctions at work that made me at least an hour later than I would have been. but I had a ride home, so it all kinda works out. Plus, I like lightning.

Something big and political happened in Canada this week, but I totally don’t know what it was.

Haiku!

Thunder breaks your soul!
The searing heat makes you die!
This is God’s Lightning.

I have every intention of writing again soon. Maybe even drawing. I’ve had that intention lots of times, but I’m hoping this time it all works out correctly.

I spent a lot of time sleeping both yesterday and today. Not a favorite pastime of mine. Waste of a weekend is what that really is. I have plenty of better ways I could have wasted my weekend.

More importantly: For the last month I have passed a bus stop on the way to work. Actually, I pass many bus stops, but this one is important in that it has an advertisement with Mr. T on it. I am generally moving too fast (and on the other side of the road) to see this ad, I can only tell that it says “Thumbs Up”. It pleases me even though I don’t know what it is selling. Heck, it probably pleases me more because I don’t know what it is selling.

Beyond that, not much to say just now.