what the hexamagar

how comes no-bodies post no-mores? where my peoples at? valentine be stuck with desks and cameras. fearsomefour: write one & all!

hotel johnny

A Sunday Night Note from inside the Georgian Court Hotel...

hey kids,
the word is out. valentine is in the 604, chez hotel (merci to zed), and all cozied up next to gm/bc places: lovely bc lions post-playoff street fighters, brian williams & cbc sports reporters, the raveonettes, assorted CFL players, and gwen stefani/m.i.a. concert goers. so far i've spent most of my time watching entertainment televsion and (sort of) trying to get my head back in the mcgill game while contemplating the potential longevity of this latest zed incarnation...something about dox and the "real."

on friday i had to switch rooms due to 2" of water leaking from the room above me into the bathroom...but aside from that things have been good. the vpl is supposed to have wireless access, but it's very very slooooooow. i thought i could get some work (ie. my now piling-up academic papes, yo) done there, but i ended up spending time online drifting into random thoughts about new cars and this cool one i drove from berlin to zurich last summer...

anyway, the nissan altima ain't necessarily all it's cracked up to be, though it does have a cool onboard computer that talks to you and plans your route for you using some cool GPS tech stuff. and it zooms along the autobahn like a dream. well, back to reality. johnny v. ain't gots no money or time to be thinking about cars. in fact, i think today was the first time i ever drifted off into that land of imaginary automobiling. weird.

well now the lions game is done, the fans and fat punch drunks have gone home or off for more drinkin' & i've ordered some greek food to get dee-livered for my dee-ner which, i hope, will be dee-licious, although, who knows. the hunger hit me and it's kind of sketchy bang for the dinner buck round these parts. the YVR has some great eats if you gots transport and time to get to 'em. if yer stuck round the corner from yer place of work and in need of late (sunday) night eats...good luck to ya! tomorrow i'm outta here and back to the west end Q.Charlotte homestead. sofasurfin' my friends. sofa. surfin. it's quite the life. let me tell you.

more valentine updates soon. you know who hasn't posted here yet?
her:
and yup, you guessed it, she's the one that johnny most wishes would! and she did promise, she did.

rjipie, where you at?

regale us with glad tidings & comical stories! alls i gots is newsnewsnewsrooms.


love y'all,
johnny

delay time + 10.31= one lil' broccoli!

our dearest global kids, now parents and surrogate moms&pops to many of us falling into the sea, have one year + of one most most adorable (sed een eh varry fraanssh ehksent) little organic veggie.

Lennox:
is a broccoli.

The cutest
broccoli
ever.

compatriots

like my 604 compatriot, ms violet chrome, i johnny am woefully the lone blogmeister in our collective blog. yet, even at that, i am delinquent - not having posted words of inspired astonishment since pre-hallows pseudo-poe verse! alas alas, so time for posting ebbs and flows and what nobody reads then nobody knows...

valentine and the rjipie love the panda cam - how could you not? though it's curious how the bears are sprawled at the bottom of what looks like some old wind-up bird well...

well
the ellipses continue
( ... )
and Worn Magazine's launch calls us out
as does one b.IV's creating of soft sound spaces
(sigh sigh we sigh)

in short time
valentine must
accomplish many many
and fly fly fly

tonight will be minus: water breakable in the a.m.