Cole Mickeal Peron is my new nephew!

Hello baby Cole!
You are pretty tiny.
What? Are you five days old already?
Take it easy buddy.
See you soon.

A small bite of bitumen.
Let me have one.

A small man breaks things,
like walls in his way.
walks miles fakes smiles
pretends work is like play.

Dear Canadian Space Agency,

I am applying in pursuit of my dream to become an astronaut. My peak mental and physical conditioning will allow me to not only survive but to tame the very wildness of outer-space for the betterment of all Canada-kind.

All of my education and training has been in preparation for this moment, to answer my country’s call for spacemen. I have completed my Master’s degree in Aerospace Engineering, so my natural mental acuity has been supremely trained and honed with the concepts of aerodynamics, robotics and space systems. Physicality is certainly an area where I am no wimp, for camping, hockey, and ultimate frisbee have honed this body of mine to the point where I have been compared to a Greek god.

Perseverance, tenacity, dedication, charismatic, genius, future Prime-Minister of Canada; all of these words, and more, have been used to describe yours truly. Whether I am captaining the University of Toronto Free Flight Glider Team or leading my ultimate frisbee team to yet another victory, I always demand the best from my teammates and myself. My father has described me as my own biggest critic, and I am, but yet I see no flaws. Perfect candidate, check!

End Letter.

Things to do this summer:
-Go to a thunder bay wedding.
-Help dad build a shed.
-Go to Michelle's cottage.
-Invent stuff.
-Play frisbee.
-Get a house w/mortgage.
-Go camping.
-Fix my kayak.
-Build a mahogany motor boat.
-Live a bright and ferocious life.

Hi Michelle!!! Mwuah!

New Post!

Here's some new stuff. I've switched jobs from Tricom to Bombardier. We keep getting snow, and I keep shoveling it. It's past my bedtime. g'nite.

I don't know if I have the attention span that these blogs require.

No meaning exists
In the words that I've pissed
Into the snow
So just let it go.

Frantic Boy asks Mediocre Man where he's come from. Mediocre man only shrugs.
Mediocre Man whines about his current situation. When other people whine that their situation is worse. Mediocre Man begs to differ, and often intrudes with his differing, offering no true contribution to the conversation. Frantic Boy then gets angry and yells.

Thin in the armour,
Thick in the brain.
I've used up all my napkins,
I've lost all that I've gained.

Nature nurtures nothing,
Pink potatoe pie.
Laughter lurking later,
Scrapes the solemn sky.