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Custom Hardhat
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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And a lot of the workers, they have these custom hardhats, covered in decals and stickers from all the sites they've worked, and so I take it upon myself to look a little bit less of a newb and customize my own...
Skippy - The Hardhat
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Great chased aluminum vintage hard-hat spotted at the Hillhurst Flea Market - similar spotted at a Value Village some 6 months before for a fraction the price (now kicking myself for not purchasing...).
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re: Connecticut Schoolyard Shooting
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In which every journalist who reported on the previous Oregon Mall Shooting, of which this was obviously a copycat, every newspaper and network that chose to publish or broadcast the previously mentioned Oregon Mall Shooting, are prosecuted for the willful and premeditated murder of the 28 victims, thereby ending the murder of innocents....
Newspapers no longer publish news of suicides, knowing that this leads to copycats. But they cheerfully publish stories that inspire unbalanced people across the nation to compete and / or do better in the slaughter of innocents. They are complicit, this news published with the view of gaining readership/audience share, copycat effect be damned.
Journalists, broadcasters, networks and publishers be damned, you are liable and this hangs upon your rotten souls. And if you should run into one on the streets, feel free to take matters into your own hands, take comfort in knowing you'll probably be saving a life...
to see the Provincial Archeologist
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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It's evening, fallr, snowing wet outside, I'm digging in the back of the house. I'm finding curious things - a small childs rag-doll, a teddy bear in a hoody, and I'm thinking I've excavated a grave from someones childhood, the teddy bear looks a bit like one my son used to have, and I wonder if once I lived here before only I've forgotten...
I find an ironstone concretion, small - child or infants - human skull embedded in it, this is interesting, and I'm thinking further upon the grave theory when I realize it's all gravel, Alluvial deposits, anything could have left this here...
I call the provincial Archeologists, "Bring it in" they say "good timing...we'll have to examine it before..." ...apparently the laws are changing and it's good I found it now ...
At the University, walking though the halls with my father, we run into a group of my "friends". Not friends really, merely artists and people upon the periphery of my acquaintance, large, rubber features, oversized, but they're behaving as if we're the best and oldest of chums, there's a sausage shaped brunette in a tight red latex dress, another tall plain-horse-faced sandy brown haired woman, together they're attempting to maul me, groping, it's awkward with my father there, there's Michael ______, local Calgary theatre director....
My dad ironically notes how much they resemble others of my friends.
We excuse ourselves, leave them and find stairs (ancient halls, lined with wood), come to the outside of the library, Dad takes the skull into the library to find the Archeologist...
...in the meantime I'm looking at a large electronic brain, transistors, resistors, capacitors, a translucent plastic sheet that billows and contracts, small lights beneath to show the firing of neurons and thoughts, elaborate, pulsing...
Dad returns, he has 2 skulls in the bag, fossilized, big jaws with embedded teeth, a horn on the head of one, they are not what I found and he's explaining..."They aren't what we thought they were but the Archeologist says they're important..."
Now I'm on my way into the library to hear what he has to say, past the university lounge, there are 5 small groups of young slender women sitting about tables, they're having tea and staging a bondage & S&M/BDSM show, one of the girls, brunette, in a tight fitting black crocheted dress, nothing underneath, large bush of pubic hair, another is bound and gagged and forced to watch while another slave is put through her paces...I have a girlfriend with me who's keenly watching and admiring the shapes of the participants, and I find myself thinking that this is all a bit racy for a university show...
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Now through a large, a huge, gymnasium, partitioned off with tarps, one half is filled with sand dunes, camels, Bedouins have set up their encampment, it's evening and they're leading their camels from the daylight to the camp, outside it's cold and snowing, people in Bikini's are playing beach volleyball, I'm thinking that only in Canada would we go to such lengths to make visitors feel welcome...
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(one and a half hour nap after work on Saturday, first in 2 weeks, completely out, utterly exhausted, waking up was like falling onto pavement from 1000 feet in the air, quick notes to unravel, capture the bizarre dreams...)
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