Patchoulia

Since I can't access gmail for some stupid reason, they are still available. Apologies if anyone tried to contact me via my instructed method... I'll PM you my work number so we can figure out how to get the tix into your hot little hands!

Yeah, should be a good game...at least better than last night's debacle! No takers?

Hey kids, Basher and I have 2 extra (no charge!) tickets to tonight's Jays game. Email me @ Patchoulia@gmail.com if interested.

I know a bunch of people who live there, Bob...I sent a couple of notes off, should get a response shortly...

I still have 4 tickets available for this event if anyone's interested!!

Didn't see this posted already...so have a great day, Jay!!

That's great, Booche. Just when I thought I'd be able to keep my breakfast down...bastard...

Since Monday was a holiday, my team is taking me out for lunch today to celebrate, so it's sort of my birthday again..yay! I'm five! I'm five!

I like the way you think, moosey!! Thanks, again, everyone...and, popo, that cake is missing a candle...I'm actually 5...everyone knows it...there's even a song attesting to my five-ness! StoneMtn, the "I'm Five" song shall henceforth be in heavy rotation on your internal jukebox for the rest of the day...muahahahahahha...

Jazz Schmazz from the Kids in the Hall [bruce is seated on a stool on an empty stage. There is a jazz musician on each side of him.] Bruce: Wow. One thing I hear a lot is, people say, "Bruce, what's this with you and Jazz? What's the beef with you and Jazz music?" I say, "Well, I really hate Jazz." They say, "What do you hate about poor old Jazz?" I say, "The sound. The sound that Jazz instruments make when they're being manipulated by Jazz players to the delight of Jazz respondents. I think of it as musical barf." They say, "I don't think you've given Jazz a chance." Well, I maintain, I haven't given suicide a chance, but. . .Well, I did give suicide a chance, but that was only because I was threatened with Jazz. You know. Jazz music. One thing I hate--One thing I hate is being woken up in the middle of the night, when I'm dreaming about, say, promiscuity with dignity [Man off camera "All right."], by a rap-tap-tappin' on my window by those guys with goatee things on their faces, saying, "Hey. Can we come in? Beano's clarinet's gettin' wet." And then they go into this sorta Gene Krupa trance. Jazz schmazz. I'm sorry; I've got to go that far. Jazz schmazz. You know what? I'd like to declare this a Jazz-free zone, about forty miles as far as the Jazz-hatin' crow flies in any direction. Just paradise. Those guys would go to work, and it wouldn't be there. I'm gonna ask a question. What sort of music do you think there is in hell? You know, H-E-double hockey sticks? Well, I think it's probably hateful, free-form Jazz. And in heaven? Country and Western music. The choice is pretty obvious. It's not Jazz. It's not bop-a-dop bop-be-bop-bo Jazz. [to flutist:] What's that? A recorder or something? I'm not into it. Fuzz pedal, that's what I'm into. You know? Is that how YOU feel about jazz?

If anyone is interested in this event, PM me...I have 2, possibly 4, tickets up for grabs... Jazz in the City The date is June 15th, the 'city' in question is Toronto and the venue is Revival on College...

I've only had a cell phone for many years...got one when I was doing a lot of driving for safety purposes and then just held on to it. I often treat it like a home phone, though--leaving it at home--or I simply turn the ringer off if I don't feel like being bugged. And I never answer calls if I don't recognize the number.

Me too!! Hope you had a great day!!

Thanks everyone...I had a lovely birthday (weekend)...

Thanks guys! I'm sooo having cake for breakfast....

No takers?

Hey folks! I have 2 extra tickets for the Jays game tomorrow...absolutely free of charge... Unfortunately, with the Jays stinkin' up the AL East, I, literally, cannot give these tickets away. Email me if you're interested: Patchoulia@gmail.com It's supposed to be a gorgeous day tomorrow..!

Yeah, they're in a fantastic position for next season...I'm excited to see what Colangelo does in the off-season, I have the utmost confidence in him..I just hope he can get the coaching situation taken care of..I'm not sure where I stand on Sam coming back, I just want to make sure they get the right person for the job. The only thing I'm annoyed about is that I have to wait 6 months for the next Raptors game. Boo!

Superstar! Me and My Mo My letter to Doug Smith in today's Toronto Star... http://www.thestar.com/Sports/article/212928 Me and TJ

I once had an American border crossing guard ask to see my university diploma...um...yeah...I take it off the wall for car trips, sure...

Have a great birthday, Stapes!! Wherever you are, I imagine you're dancing.

According to Margot, the local diner is good, but you smell like grease and/or fries ALL DAY if you eat there...they've recently added a VEGGIE burger to their menu...ooooooooh.... Just FYI.

*bash*bash*bash Have a great birfday!!! I know you'll be busy, what with shooting underway on "Starburst Ridge", the sequel to Brokeback Mountain, but take some time out just for you today--you deserve it!

I think if it was my dog, there would be some additional lines..like, "Great. Here she comes with that damn camera--again!!--can't she see I'm trying to sleep?" or "Why is she petting me??! I'm SLEEPING, dammit!"

The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Cat's Diary Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...