This is my personal blog, started in the fall of 2007 when I took off on a bike trip down the west coast of North America. That was back when I (arguably) had interesting things to say and worthwhile photos to post. Now that I am not doing anything remotely interesting with my life I am not exactly sure what the purpose of this blog will be beyond wowing you with my extensive vocabulary and incredible whit.


The following disclaimer still applies:

Perhaps it is easiest to state what this site is not to be used for, because really, all else goes. It is not to be used by potential employers creeping on my online profile in order to determine whether I am a suitable candidate (I am and you should hire me) nor any other form of sizing up, especially in comparison to Enid, the blogiest of bloggers. Otherwise, it is no holds barred. So, unleash your politically incorrect comments laden with sexual reference and offensive language. I will do the same. Consider this fair warning and an advanced apology to anyone I might offend.


As does this quip:

It is my hope that this site helps us keep in touch, freeing me from writing tedious mass emails, because quite frankly, I can't be bloggered.

Read on!


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Texas!

I am on my way back home after making my first trip to a Red State to visit Enid. I was really excited to set foot on some staunch Republican territory, especially considering the recent election results. I was hoping to come up against a bunch of people in mourning over the wayward path their liberal countrymen were taking them down. (Un)fortunately I visited Austin.

Politically speaking, Austin is to Texas as Calgary is to Alberta, if Calgary weren't so darn conservative. It is 'a little blue dot in a big red state' and claims to be the live music capital of the world. It is still Texas though! And man, do Texans love their freedom. The following are some examples of freedoms Texans love:

The freedom to drink and BBQ in parking-lots on game day (commonly known as tailgatin'.)


The freedom to eat tacos for breakfast.


The freedom to extol the virtue of political candidates based on their battle testedness (Not a word, but also not a quality I look for in political leaders)


The freedom to shop for alcohol at private liquor stores the size of two hockey arenas and the freedom to score deals on booze that would make Paul Brown weak in the knees.

Yes, Texans enjoy many a freedom, but so do British Columbians! Here is the proof. I enjoyed the freedom to eat BBQ until I felt sick to my stomach and Enid enjoyed freedom so much she got it all over her face.