Blastphanaughts, DJ's and Asian Girls

Thursday and Friday night saw me down at the Collective in Osbourne, soaking up the local music scene. I fell in love with a lame death metal band called Deadfall, enjoyed the hardcore ranting of He Broke, and saw the aging men of CSY prove that punk rock isn't just for the young. If anyone thinks that my music is "out there", I highly recommend you go see Blastphanaught. The band is comprised of a singer, a guitar player and a drum machine. These guys make me look like pop radio. I loved it, though I didn't catch many of the words.

Saturday saw G $ (A.K.A. DJ Tanner), Dirty Larry and my main man (the Jam Master) Jimmy Tipps in the big city. We went and checked out the DMC DJ championships and we're reminded that there aren't many really talented DJ's in the'peg city. However, there were a few good ones, including DJ Brace and Res One. Jimmy enjoyed the sights and I managed to avoid getting in a fight with some drunk bastard who felt the need to give me the finger. Fortunatly for everyone, Jimmy kept the lyrical venom at a minimum, the world isn't ready yet.

Frisbee and Shoe shopping on Lage?

On Sunday I met back up with Shawn and Jen down in Osbourne. Jen couldn't get her piercing because Soul Survivors has a two week waiting list, so we went down the street to get ice cold "Fuizi's". We had time to kill before meeting Aran for supper, so we broke out the emergancy frisbee and struck up an amateur game.

Frisebee highlights included some girl mocking my lack of skill as she drove by and a poor man in an Anarchy shirt who tried to sell Heise shoes. Ironically the street salesman was not wearing any shoes. How could he be trusted?

We finished our professional frisbee demo and picked up Aran. She wanted to go to the Olive Garden on "Lage". After Heise and I finished mocking her for saying "Lage" (because hello, she's from Winnipeg) we went to eat.

The meal was good and our server was kind of cute (though it was pointed out that there was flaws with her eye make up). Aran took another hit when, after a little encouragement, our waitress made fun of the picture of Aran on her mastercard. Although it sounds mean, I argue that we are helping keep Aran grounded. We don't see her often, and I don't want her to drift too far.

In the end good times were had, but Heise is still without good shoes.