03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
Oh Jesus, I'm on Facebook.
Last Thursday at The Gem bar and grill I argued that the difference between hanged and hung is that while
a) a single person was hanged (in 1990)
b) several people were hung (in 1990)
This is, in fact, incorrect. Me ma sorted me out. No where in English does this happen. The actual difference between hanged and hung is this:
a) He hung (from the gallow)
b) He was hanged (for treason)
It's the difference in the tenses.
No wonder tatooed writer Derek Wright turned to us and announced he couldn't believe what I was saying. We spoke with this fella about the changing nature of the English language, the silent "gh", the internet and ESL. And then he said he was in a band and his friends drinking with him, they were the rest of the band. The THRESHBAND. Well, just yestherday I went online and had a listen. They're pretty good and they remind me of Garbage* (the band, not like garbage the substance).
Then On ARTDAY (Sathurday) I'm tryna write when I hear this RAP shaking my house. Well, it can't be the Humewood Fare, since that's already over at 4:15. I'm kind of digging the beat, so I decide to go follow my ears and find the rap. Outside it starts drizzling and I've got the bedhead and grubbyclothes on. I walk over to the church across from Loose Enz and there's a guy rappin'. He sounds sort of like Billy Danze from M.O.P. His rhymes are pretty good. He's got a few staunch supporters there. Afterwards they say his name is KDB. Ouf. Maybe it's just me imposing what I like in rap, but why name yourself Krumple Dolla Bills? My sisther says we don't even have dollar-bills in Canada. Later I see him cutting hair in Loose Enz. I didn't think we had rapping on St. Clair West. That's great.
Earlier, I was coming back from Jonna's party with Neil and Neil picks up this discarded Toronto Sun on the bus and this guy bald, 30-ish, tells him it's trash and Neil's like, "I know". And then Neil finds this article about tazers and outloud he tries to work out the cost of each tazer. The man jumps in about different ways to avoid the cops and the prices of guns and then finally launches into this lengthy monologue he's clearly thought out in detail about how to kill two cops with a razorblade and steal their guns when they try to handcuff you. Then, right before he gets off the bus, he turns back to us and says, "Don't do it, it's not worth it." Sage advice.
Also, went to Nuit Blanche. Missed Ben's thing (seurry) but met up with Claire and saw a few things - most notably the Bubble-Dome. These pictars are me sis', but you get the idea. She was there when the 10 year old DJ's were spinning, but when I got there at 2:15 the 10 year-olds had gone to bed and things were way wilder. Like, you couldn't even take a picture like these, they would have all had flying balls in them. I was a real soldier. Throwing, bopping and punting the balls. At one point it turned into a one side vs. the other dodgeball match, it was awesome. There were these two dolts I keep bonking. I left the bubbledome drenched in sweat and was surprised to see that Claire + Co. were not at all. But, as she pointed out, I was winning.
* - Three producers and a model.
Hell of busy weekend.
I went to Peterborough for the Head of the Trent rowing regatta and enormous party weekend. It's basically the Trent homecoming when lots of alumni come and everyone parties parties. Kate's house was packed with people. Her two housemates also had their boyfriends visiting, plus two visiting sisters.
This was my itinerary for Saturday:
9:15 - Go to Pancake Kegger. Yes, it is what you think it is, pancakes and beer. We start early.
12 - Go to my old house to continue drinking
2:30 - Go to campus. I found Benji with his UofT team.
3:50 - Kate was supposed to be finishing her race but hadn't even started yet.
3:51 - Time for beer garden!
6 - Dinner with Kate and her family
8 - Nap
9 - Back to house of Pancake Kegger
10 - Massive rowing kegger
It was a long and fantastic day. I got to catch up with some friends I haven't seen in many months. Dinner with Kate's family was great, I think her dad really likes me. Yay me.
The rowing party was HUGE. Too bad the kegs were poorly placed in the fucking basement with low ceilings and narrow halls.