Friday, August 13, 2004

My cranial capacity is going by the wayside.
'I don't know about you but when I don't get enough
sleep, I'm like a...mush...like a...mushy...mush...like
a mushman' -Val Kilmer from the movie Hard Cash.

It's fun to play with text hunh? Apparently this
hurricane is causing some serious havoc in Florida and
the weather experts say it's heading our way. Maybe
that's why the weather this summer has been so
mediocre, never able to make up its mind between
humid and clear or rainy and cold. But hey, who's
complaining - it's a great life if you don't weaken.

Too bad I weaken with every waking hour. I read an
interesting idea today through my brother's friend's
blog (his name is Carl; he's funny and he likes beer)
which can be linked to through here but don't hold me
responsible;
he's my brother and I'd lay down in traffic for him,
so whatever offends you about him offends me. Anyways,
that aside, the idea I linked to was about the cycle of
life which is represented in one day. The day really
is a cyclic monster - I've always had this sick fascination
with the cycle of the day especially since Brian, my
best friend and best man, played me the song 'A Day
In The Life' by the Beatles. I know I've even talked
about this in past blogs but the day really is a
monolith of ups, downs, arounds, sidewayses,
catachlismic disruptions and beautiful chaos. We
all just need to learn to embrace it - that's the true
test.

'I have come that they may have life and have it
to the full.' - John 10:10

People, are you hearing me? Broke, jobless, broken-
hearted? I say 'At least I'm alive'. There is beauty
there. God didn't make us to have it all together.
He came to give us a new life, one with bumps,
bruises, cuts and hurts, but we can learn from all
that supposedly 'bad' shit. The moment we dismiss
it and pull the old 'why poor little old me' routine,
we're missing out.

My friend Steve died in late March of 2002.
I grew up with him, for a cluster of years anyways,
and even walked home with him, one cold fall night,
all the way from Hull, Quebec to Ottawa South.
He died at 22 from a brain aneurysm and fell a few
stories down off a friend's balcony.

POINT BEING that Steve now does not have the
luxury of being broke, jobless, depressed, divorced,
or broken-hearted...because Steve is dead.

'We don't have alot of time on this earth - we
weren't meant to spend it sitting in cubicles.'
Ron Livingston from Office Space.
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posted by Matt McKechnie @ 8:05 PM Comments: 0

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

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Dingle the shingle, I got the fever for the flavour of a single.
Steve Gray called me from Smiths Falls the other day.
He was shingling his grandma's cottage but felt overwhelmed
because the work was hard and his grandma doesn't believe
in coffee and he's been there for 3 days now. I think he
needs some 'feine in a hurry, dog.

So what else is new? Not much, thanks. Hey Matt (that's
right I talk to myself byotch), why don't your friends blog
anymore? What happened to the paradigms of blogging
like Erich Koroshetz, Jon Adams and Adam McKechnie.
Well questioner, I can't really say except for the fact
that everyone becomes a massive pansy in the summer,
myself included, and likes sleeping, watching movies,
eating barbequed flesh and drinking ice cold suds.
What a life this is indeed.

I feel like for the most part that alot of people I know
are sitting around, waiting for something worthwhile
to happen. Life is computers, job-searching, bowel-
cleansing and large double doubles at Timmy Ho-Ho's.
Sarah and I are trying to make a go of this here life.
Sometimes it can be trying but lately things are rollin
a little smoother in the knowing that the power of
oneself will only keep one afloat long enough to tread
water until eventually one will burn out and drown.
You need a Lifeguard.
Life is beautifully augmented, stunting and charmed
all in one breath.

All my boys, Steve, Joel, Jonny A, Adam Keck, Mikey
Sven, Mark W, Jeff Dix, Derek, Matt Roberts, Buck,
Skip, Paizer, Josh, Gorbs, Paul Godes, Cam-ron,
Brian Mac, Mark Richie (wherever you are), Bartles,
Dalton, Zacsack, Hicks, Poontiens and Rehuel Ernest...
may God bless each of you where you are and may you
know the words of my grandpa who left this earth a
happy man;
'don't worry, don't hurry and always take time to smell
the flowers'.
Peace be with you all today. Youre all in my thoughts.

posted by Matt McKechnie @ 9:49 PM Comments: 0

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Ok so it's been about a month and a half since my last blog.
I am a slack-jawed yokel named Cleatis. I should write
something new and refreshing like mesclin lettuce straight
out the box. Word.

Life seems to eek on through these weird summer months.
I say weird because of changes somewhat, like being wed,
but also because of the weather. Kingston has been awful
for weather; rain, awful, muggy, sickness, humid downpours
and dirty pavement. Our apartment smells like baked-in
asian cuisine. That's because the girl who lived there before
us was Asian (with a capital A). Oh well.

Jobs are non-existent. Life rolls by with ever-increasing
downhill speed. Some of my friends are over thirty with no
jobs, no wives, and no attachments. Sometimes I think that
would be alright except I remember the downtimes of being
alone all too well. Sarah is an awesome girl.

I am at Iawah. Zac just farted on Matt Roberts' head but
he thought he sharted so Matt got mad.

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posted by Matt McKechnie @ 9:14 AM Comments: 0

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