Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I don't have a plaid problem...YOU have a plaid problem!

Ok wait nevermind, yeah I do have a plaid problem:

umm....I have no excuse.

Strange but True Alex Fact: The jacket in the top right hand corner of the picture was purchased at the Dawson City Home Hardware by Alex for $18!

Alex...a good shopper or a GREAT shopper? We both know the answer to that.

Alex...likes talking in 3rd person or LOVES talking in 3rd person? Alex says the latter.

Alex says bye!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

6 days down....8 to go.

Today is D-Day...plus 6!
Wuh? Oh...no not that D-Day, I'm referring to De-balling Day of course! (too soon?)

In a matter of minutes, Thomas Jefferson (aka TJ) went from a beast of a dog, overflowing with energy and testosterone...to....uhhh a beast of a dog, temporarily NOT overflowing with energy and now with a very manageable amount of testosterone.

With the traveling vet here it's not exactly ideal when having a neutering done. About 15 minutes after the surgery is done I had to go pick up TJ. Let me tell you he was efffffffffffffed up!
He couldn't walk on his own but he was semi-conscious, so he did this weird "saunter saunter SLAM" technique of walking and falling. The vet and I had to pick him up to get him out of the vet clinic and into my truck. Doesn't sound so bad I know, but when you're dealing with 90lbs of dead weight (figure of speech people!), it's a bit tricky.

Anywho, thankfully he slept most of the evening when I got him home but then once the anesthetic wore off a bit he was a wreck: thrashing around, constantly restless, and even through all the anesthetic he was able to perfect his "Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!?" face to me.

The cone itself should be a restricted weapon. When he had a purpose in his mind he will not be stopped, and the cone facilitates this for him. He's gotten pretty good at clearing tables, taking clothes off hooks, upsetting water dishes, and leg sweeps on me.
The thing is like 2 friggen feet wide!:

But I gotta give it to him, he's making the best of it and not getting too down. The toughest part has been trying to keep him calm since I can't take him for the usual intense bike rides.

I'm sure I made the right decision to get him neutered. I'm pretty sure. Okay I have my doubts but I think it'll work out in the end. OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?

Just 8 more days...8 more days...

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Terry Fox kicked my ass

I love doing the Terry Fox Run. LOVE IT.
Unfortunately it's not because I have a strong passion to raise funds for cancer research. (what...I'm just being honest! I'm FOR curing cancer...for the record)
Nobody will ever accuse me of being TOO motivated...and if someone does I'll show them! I'll get together a bunch of....ah frig it I'll do it later...

I do love a challenge though. I do my best when there's an obvious start and finish to a project/race/task.
For those that know me, you're probably thinking that I chose the wrong line of work. And......you'd be....right! Have a cookie.

Take the Terry Fox Run. No...it's not a day of competition or bitter rivalry...for most.
I look at it as a challenge to finish a challenge. Even if it is only 10km...I did it!
That being said...I'm cooked!
Mind you I did it with Sadie and Thomas Jefferson, which in theory, sounds like a good idea. But in Fort Simpson reality, it means fighting with numerous stray dogs by puffing your chest out and going all "alpha dog" on their stray canine ass! For those that don't know...that takes a lot of energy.

Anywho, I also got my new Garmin Forerunner 305 and heart rate monitor in the mail!
Until I actually tried it out I didn't think it would be all that big of a deal either...but that thing is friggen AWESOME. It gives you your route down to the meter, your heart rate, speed, distance, etc etc ETC. And it'll spit all that out to you in Alex-friendly graphs and google-maps integrated routes. I can't even really explain how awesome this thing is to you. Why are we even talking about this? Text cannot convey the awesomeness of this device. CONVERSATION OVER

Just so you don't get bored and leave my blog prematurely...doggay picture:
Sadie and Thomas Jefferson as they have been almost all day since I took them on the 10km run and another run down to the beach for good measure:

Please ignore our outstanding taste in furniture.

Speaking of comatose dogs...wanna know a secret?

Between you and me, Thomas Jefferson is getting neutered tomorrow. eeeeeep!
The traveling vet circus is in town all this week so I'm seizing the opportunity to have him fixed. It has been a lonnnnnnnnnnnng time coming for him...from the info I've been given he's about 3 years old now.
I feel bad for the guy...but hey, it's for the best. At least that's what I'll tell him when he finds out.

It's not so much of a traveling veterinarian circus as it is a vet from Peace River, Alberta that brings a trailer up every 6 months to provide a week of veterinarian goodness.
It's all we have here in Simpson...but it works!
Maybe I'll suggest to him that he get some decals on the side of his trailer that say "CIRCUS!". Perhaps a novelty horn too. OOOH and a clown! Yeah! He can dress like a clown!
This is gonna be great! I can't wait to tell him. The veterinarian.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Northern Lite-Brites

The nights have gotten cold, the days getting short...is this reason for panic!? Nope! It's the signal of my tied-for-first favourite season (tied with spring, summer, and fall. What? I don't play favourites with seasons, and neither should you.).....winter! Okay well I guess technically it signals fall...but uhh...shut up you.

The northern lights have been out somewhat consistently over the past couple of weeks...and I'm starting to become an addict:

and the cliche in-all-my-glory shot:

(don't hate!)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Music is my friend

Soooooooooooooo I like music. There it is! It's out there! In fact...I LOVE music. LOVE IT!

Except I find that people tend to take exception to my tastes in music.
I like it all. Well...almost all of it. Not the stuff you like. Gross.

For you see...I'm one of those people. Yeaaaah one of those people. The guy that always is playing music you've never heard of. Hell you've never even heard of that genre. But I'm the guy that insists that it's the highest rated genre of all time. In fact after spending 5 minutes of music conversation time with me you get irritated beyond measure by my use of the word "genre".

If you like anything that's on MTV I probably won't like it. For some reason...once it goes mainstream, I disown it. That's my own problem though. I have no doubt I'm missing out on some great music because of my own stubbornness in refusing to acknowledge mainstream music.
Maybe it's just me, but I really feel like mainstream music is so devoid of emotion and passion that it's just noise. It can be really good sounding noise...but part of me just feels like I can't truly enjoy it without sacrificing 30% of my soul. Not 30% per song of course...more like as a whole. I mean yeah...I love music...but I'm not QUITE ready to pledge my whole life on it. It's....it's...uh....okay okay music is.....umm...neat.

(What's the point)...you might ask?

The point of music? Of LIFE!?!?!

(No you idiot, of this post!?!?)

Oh...well it's a lengthy transition into a posting of some of my recent flavours of music of course!:

Don't act like you don't:

This one is just a plain ol' awesome video. Hell it's a plain ol' awesome album. Their next one? Not so much...:

Big Boi knows what he's doing:

and for the bonus round...some Blitzen Trapper! I dare you to listen through to the end and not smile once and/or long for the days of Queen.

BONUS BONUS (if you like Blitzen Trapper and you just hate the English language you just might like this):

In summary...music is ridiculously great.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Internetting is serious business

I think I might be in a internet rut.
There's a few different sites I stay up on but other than that I don't stray too far from those bookmarks.

It's funny though (HAHA), because when I have complete and reliable access to the internet (ie. At home, not at work. And when NorthwestTel decides to play nice, which can be rare), I get bored pretty quick. Here's a few of the sites I regularly kill time on:
Straight Dope
Facebook (durrrr)

and then there's a few other photography sites that I've just recently started getting into and then mec.com whenever I've got a hankerin' (there's that word again...that dirty, dirty word) to buy some outdoor gear.

But you know what? This may come as a shock to some of you (and to those who it's not a shock...HUSH UP!) but...I don't have all the answers! I don't know the best of the world wide web. I need your guidance!

What sites are your foundation of internet time killing?

And since my subtitle at the top of my blog says I'm going to be more with the picsees and less with the talkin'...here's a picture I snapped the other morning. Now get with the answers:

Monday, September 6, 2010

The bane of my existence (for today anyway)

Keeping an award-winning yard isn't something my roommate and I really pride ourselves on. I don't think either of us really mind doing manual labour at all; hell Mike is a mechanic, and I'm uhh....a guy who spends most of his day in an office...
So yeah, like I was saying: we're both the manual labour type. Especially Mike, but ESPECIALLY me.

Our lawn only sees the likes of a rake or a lawnmower a few times a summer (if that), so when we decided to do the front and back lawns today, I was all like "EFF YEAH!" (what? This is a family blog...go elsewhere for your swears you dirty minded fuckers!)
Buuuut of course once approximately 9% of the total lawn has been cut, the lawnmower crapped out and NOTHING will get it started again! We've tried everything: yelled at it, swore at it, demoralized it, motivated it, and then a few other useless actions. Nothing!

That'll teach me to do stuff on Labour Day. But I really do think it should be renamed "Labour-Free Day" or "Labourless Day", or maybe even "Don't Do Shit Today Day".

But at least somebody was entertained by all the rage-induced frustration-dance in the backyard:

Cheeky big-headed bugger...
And look! He has a dog with him.
Everyone likely already knows that Fort Simpson is an island in the MacKenzie River, and many likely know as well that it's situated on the Liard River as well. It used to be called Fort of the Forks actually.
(What!? You didn't know that? Oh man...that is embarrassing. But then who am I to judge.)

Now I know what you're thinking: BOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRING!

and although I should be greatly offended by you coming in here to my blog and shooting down my attempt at a post...I will continue! I'm just that committed to this.

So where's the thing you may not have known about Fort Simpson? See here:
It's disappearing!

Erosion is a constant problem along the banks of the island. There's signs all along the edge of the island warning all those who might get too close to the banks.

On a serious note, one resident of Fort Simpson was killed after going over the edge of the island a couple of months ago. Suspicious circumstances surrounding his death or not...it's a sketchy spot!

So there you have it. MacKenzie River: Plotting our deaths as we speak??

You decide.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Straight up FLOSSING.

Alright I need facts. NOW.
What the eff is up is the deal with flossing? Yes, flossing with a "g". Not a G flossin', but flossing with a "g".
I just don't get how it's so difficult!
I like to think that I take care of myself pretty well for the most part; drink lots of water, don't eat a lot of sugar, exercise for at least an hour every day, eat many small meals, don't open those bubble containers for toys from vending machines with my teeth, no longer sleep with my contact lenses in (my mom is so proud right now I know it), and I even brush my teeth once (usually twice) a day...but for some reason I CANNOT get into a groove of regular dental flossing. Maybe it's because I really don't like doing it. I'm usually bored while doing it, ready to stop after doing the top teeth, and struggle to finish the bottom teeth. Thank god (lower case...) I don't have a third tier of teeth. (Note to self: don't evolve a third tier of teeth).
I mean yeah, I always feel like I just did a good thing for myself after I finish...but...meh....flossing?

As a wearer of minimal hair (okay fine, bald), I've taken to shaving my head regularly which is a commitment in itself as it takes 10 minutes or so each time to do it. And yet I can't find the 30 seconds a day to floss my teeth.

The only reason I'd approach a topic as interesting as flossing is because I just felt a slight tinge in my mouth. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. I don't know. But I'm pretty sure that the dentist that was visiting Simpson for 1 week won't be here on Tuesday when everything opens back up after the long weekend.
I guess all those people who recommended that I go see the dentist while they're here were right.
I hate those people.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Why can't rap still be this?

Ok so I realize rap IS like this if I just referenced a song that is relatively new...but why can't mainstream rap be like this again? *sigh*

I guess it's easier to follow the pack. Speaking of which...what's everyone else doing tonight? OMG ME TOO

Hello blog...my old friend....it's nice to talk with you again

Helllllloooooooooooo Planet Earth!

blah blah talking like nothing is amiss blah blah nonchalant conversation blah blah blah...

Okay you're right. I can't carry this charade on any longer. It's TRUE! I haven't done a lick of good to my blog in almost a full year. First I went a month with nothing, then 3 months(okay technically I went 2 months, but I'm doing the "edited for your viewing convenience explanation"), and then I just said "ah fark it! ". Convenietly enough, I also have been wasting much of my online time on fark.com
But that's beside the point. I was finding I had less and less (and less) motivation for updates and I had begun to feel as though most of what I was contributing was pointless. Okay let me rephrase: it was getting to be beyond pointless. Pointless is what I do...but I still try to keep from getting redundant/irrelevant. Come to think of it, I think Megan over at Snow Covered Hills said something about northern bloggers who had trailed off after they felt they were no longer "new" to the community they're living in. Lemme have a look see around her place...err uhh...I mean her online place...right...not her actual home...no...that would be weird. Umm wouldn't it?...
ah ha! Here it is: Doesn't anything last?

I kinda sorts completely feel like that was me. But for the last couple of weeks I've had a hankerin' for some key-spankerin'! (hmm...that didn't have as good of a ring to it as I had hoped...)
Lots (see: LOTS!) has changed for me over the past year:
New job, new place of residence (same ol' island, different civic address), new...DOGGGGAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!

Let's get this party started:

Back in ummm April (maybe?) of this year I took in a stray from town that I'd grown quite fond of. He would always join Sadie and I on runs and was (and still is...for the record) incredibly friendly and good with other dogs. Eventually I took to giving him the odd serving of food cause he was looking mighty skinny and then he'd crash out and sleep on my front step for a few hours.
My roommate (not a dog hater...but not a dog lover) was out of town for a few months for training so one night when it was particularly messy outside I caved and let him come in the house. He let me bathe him (confession: the beginning of this sentence is not erotic. Don't make this weird.) and even slept on the floor beside my bed.

(Just so we're clear...I don't sleep in a tree or a dirt pile...this is from a camping trip. This is just for reference. Not that I care what you think of my sleeping arrangements...my acorn pile is just fine thankyouverymuch!)

I first figured it was only going to be for a few nights or weeks until I could get some weight back on him, buuuuuuuut as you may have already guessed (and if you haven't, here's some punctuation for you to be distracted by: && %**@@$*%*()_#), a few weeks turned into a month and then I decided I wanted him to stick around. So after a couple of discussions with the guy who used to keep him, it was official. He's here to stay!

And that, my blogettes, is the story of Sir Thomas Jefferson!
As you can see from the pictures already, he's a beast of a dog. He tips the scales at about 90 lbs, but I'm assuming that number is going to keep going up. His head alone intimidates most, and his paws are gargantuan! Okay so maybe gargantuan is a bit of an overstatement, but frig off would ya! I haven't had a chance to use that word in...a...uhh....time.
On with ze photographs:

"But-but-but what about Sadie!?!?!?" you might ask?
She's as omnipotent as ever!

See how she casts a shadow with ease? That's right. ALL powerful.

And me?
Just as awkward as you remember!

Good gawd we have lots to catch up on don't we? My goodness, you've aged well dear viewers...what's your secret?
umm oh...
-yeah I didn't really need to know th-
But how did you get so much of it in your-
I see.

Well uhh I should really get going. No really.
But I think we're starting something new here. Something beautiful.

I'll be in touch soon...no seriously!