Fingers Crossed

i've got a ticket. i've never been to vancouver. i sure hope they get in touch with me before, say 5:30 tomorrow morning or i'll land in vancouver with no idea what to do or where to go.

i'm not even sure if we're camping or hosteling or sleeping in the gutter.

i trust they'll get in touch with me. or just be at the airport tomorrow. but boy, it would be nice to hear first.

should i bring a sleeping bag? a dress shirt? an elephant gun?

fuck it. i guess it's an adventure. plus, if i'm lucky, while i'm flying over the area mt. saint helens will blow! powie! ka-bloooooomo!

volcanos are cool.

if they don't show, i guess i'll just monkey around on my own. anybody reading this live in vancouver and need a houseguest this weekend? i could bus it down to seattle in a pinch. it's my friend adam's son's third birfday and i could par-tay! PAR-TAY!!

so yeah. a little nervous and excited about it all. susie and i got to be awfully tight on havelock island just after the millennium. patrick couldn't make it, which was a shame, but me and susie watched some epic sunsets and woke up to frisky puppies and jammed out with locals playing the harmonium.

have you ever heard the Isle of Skye Song sung to indian instrumentation? i didn't think so. oh god! and the peanut balls! yum yum yum!

patrick celebrated his birthday by wearing a pair of bright yellow men's briefs someone gave him on his head. all night. as in from 5:00 pm until sunrise. yes. i believe there were drugs involved. there might have been drugs involved.

seeing them fresh from half a year of busking across alaska will be like jumping into the deep end. it will, frankly, rock. if i see them.

fingers are crossed.

but hey, as it comes, so it goes. and, now i recall what i used to tell myself when i was traveling back then and when i got nervous, anxious which happened with frequency:

then you'll know

don't worry about the future 'cause all you can do is deal with it when it comes and you can't know how it will come until it's here.

did you watch the debates last night? i've got some hope again. kerry held his own and bush was clearly not in control. he didn't suck, but he wasn't on the offensive like he's been consistantly for a year. he was squirming like the little weasel he is.

and he said he wanted to put his daughters on a leash.

then, joy of joys, bill came over to return some camping gear and fixed our wireless network. yea bill! for some reason our firewall was screwing everything up. it was working...

so now we have no firewall so if someone is downloading feature films off our network using bit torrent (which is working really well, for some people, i'm told) it could be anyone. anyone at all.

i wonder if those people succeeding in downloading The Phantom Edit yet?

i'm listening to that new william shatner album. as my friend wanko moonstool says:

I listened to the title track, and then I started it from the beginning. I'm up to Track three, and I've decided this is the single greatest event in human history.

I'm guessing there'll be more tracks about some chick he once banged. Ahh, Track four...