YAYDEN! it's like Yay + Jayden

So, four days until I leave for EDMONTON, TO A WEDDING, ARGH damn caps lock. sorry y'all... leave for Edmonton, to a wedding I'm not supposed to go to. Anyone know any good things to do in Edmonton? Hey,I should call Jayden, who is the real reason I'm going to Edmonton, my long lost love. So, Jayden we should probably talk before we both leave, to get things in order and what not. So anyway, I'm going to Edmonton for about three days or so, gonna hook all up with the good old Capes peeps. I get to see Jayden again, it's been three years, far too long. Denis and Denise (I know, far too similar) are the ones getting married,so hopefully see them too even though I ain't going to the wedding. So, I thought about riding my bike to Edmonton, but then on my last trip I realized that would suck because I would be in so much pain. So I'll drive my car, and maybe sleep in it, I'm cool with that. So, I don't have much else to say now, maybe something will come up later, and I imagine I'll probably post again after I get back. Peace yo's.

Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus...

It's been a long time since I posted anything... I know, I probably deserve a kick in the pants for not posting in nearly two months, but I really didn't think I had anything news worthy. Anywho here goes. So I just got home from the Young Life National Coference (a.k.a. May Long) at Rock Ridge Canyon, the new YL camp near Princeton BC. It was a pretty good time to be had by all, except for me on the way home, but more on that later. First of all, this weekend made me more aware of where and what Young Life is in Canada, who the top dogs are, and really just what the dealio is. There was summat like three hundred people there, seemed small in the gigantor dinning hall at the camp. Saw some old friends, Liefy J, Liz-Bec, and met some new ones, like NFP, and Nathan my Zip partner. We went on North America's second longest zip line together, I spun backwards, that sucked. But none the less it was awesome, we ran and jumped off the top platform, weeeeeeee! There were some pretty good seminars too, learned some really good tid-bits about working with campaigners and club and what have you.

So, since the weather had been pretty nice lately, and I had recently gotten my ride back on the road, i decided it would be nice to take a road trip on two wheels to Princeton. THe ride there wasn't bad, other than I was a bit cold from sweating at the begining of the trip (traffic getting out of Kelowna was some of the worst I've seen) then the wind on the connector got to my wet underclothes and chilled me slightly. Now that's buddah compared to the ride back. It started pouring this morning before everyone left, wet bike, suck much. Then I had a feeling getting 'er started would be oh so much fun because it doesn't start so good in the cold, and true to form, it didn't. My battery also is mostly garbage so It doesn't hold a very deep charge. I ended up having to pop the clutch rolling it down a hill, and after a dozen or so tries it finally sprang to life for me. There in lies the beginning of my hearalding journey homeward, because after I turned onto the connector from Hwy 5, it was rain almost the whole way to Kelowna. Wet, cold, shivering so that I had to squeeze the gas tank with my legs to keep still. Then I would lean down and put my hands on the engine to warm them up, a rather smart idea I think, and it worked. Mother nature three, Kyle one. The weather finally cleared up just before the the end of the connector, and it got significantly warmer too. All in all, my shoulders hurt, and I was really really cold. But I guess I'm not much worse for wear. So, there you have it folks, My first real post of the quarter. Well, I'm off to take my eyes out, because they are starting to get bothersome. Peace.

What a day...

So, today started off like any regular day, woke up a around ten, half hour after my alarm went off, couldn't really be bothered by making anything for breakfast, so I got up and went out to purchase some supplies to work on my bike. So as I am driving on the highway, more spicifically turning left off of it towards Rona, the how to people, as per usual some genious ran a red light turning left onto the highway and ran himself nicely into the car to my right which was portruding nicely out into the intersection. It's all good, untill that car procedes to then smash into the passenger side door of my car. Friggin' brilliant. All vehicles involved were still in working order and the red light runner, as he shall hence forth be known, pulled on through the intersection, past the gas station, down the road, and, yes he's making a run for it. So I'm gonna have no part of that and I begin to give chase (after quickly giving my phone number to the lady in the first car that got hit). Now, I'm pretty sure that the red light runner didn't see the ensuing damage done to my vehicle because I was able to follow him for about ten minutes until he stopped at what I believe to be his home, where he quickly ran inside. Now, you probably all remember my last encounter with the RCMP as a sour one, but in this case there wasn't much I could do but call them, as I didn't fancy kicking down this dude's door. So, I parked a couple houses down from the red light runner's house, and waited for about ten minutes until the cops came and I watched them take his sorry ass away. But it get's better, as who is one of the officers who came to my aid, none other than our good friend, lady cop. Oh yes, the same one that gave me the phony ticket only three weeks ago. Now, I don't know if she recognised me, or if she really is just a horrible person, but I said that I was involved in the accident and followed the red light runner to this house and proceded to call the police. She then took it upon herslef to give me a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident. Bloody freeking amazing. By this time I'm absolutely blown away, and aside from a rather splendid arangement of curses whilst driving home, I didn't even know what to think. I arrived home to the sounds of birds chirping, water streaming, and someone screaming (oh wait that's me). So all in all a good day thus far. By now I'm really hungry, so I eat some frosted flakes. It took a moment, but I then realise that I never even got to Rona to get the things I needed to work on my bike. Brilliant. Since there's no way I am venturing out into the city again, I sit myself down at my one refuge, Xbox 360. Gamed it up for a little while, and I was on Xbox live playing some Halo 2, adn this dude that I'm playing with sends me this message and tells me that he's the secret Microsoft gamer (they have these every now and again and you get prizes for finding them in a game. So, dude gives me this claim number and says to go onto Xbox.com and enter in this form thing to see what I won. So I'm stoked, a bad day getting better. So, I went online and checked it out, and sweetness, I won a LCD TV worth like 1800 buck. SWEET! And I'm sorry I can't do this anymore, so APRIL FOOLS! The caps means I'm yelling it. Wow that was fun. None of that actually happened, really I was bored all day. peace.

BIG prayer request...

So, to start off, you could pray for this situation either of two ways, and I'll leave that up to you. Being that it is now spring time, I took a glance through the sport bike classifieds, probably a mistake, and now I'm really wanting to use my school money to buy a new motorbike. There are some really quite good deals out there, and I really really REALLY want a new ride. I do enjoy my bike, but it definately needs some work, since I'm taking it streetfighter, and I want another bike to ride while I tear mine apart. So here I am, I don't really need to go to college, I'm not even really sure I want to be an engineer, but I do know I want to ride sweet motorbikes for the rest of my life. This is my new weak spot... Anywho, following up from the begining you could either pray that I some how get enough money to go to school and buy a new bike (this is the option I'll most likely be praying for), or you can pray that I will be able to sit on my hands and save the money I do have for college (so much less adventurous really). The choice is yours... Just don't make the wrong choice. P.S. Anyone who aids the first option in comming to fruition will be privy to free rides at regular intervals. PEacE.

Bored...posting

So, I'm really bored right now, and what's even sadder? It's my birthday, at quarter to eight. I am a pimp. Anyway, thought I'd giver a little update. I went to the tattoo shop to give the dood the low down so he's playing with the design now and I'll see where he ends up, then we'll go from there. So I guess I'm officially 22 now. DOn't you hate when people ask you if you feel older on your birthday? Of course I don't feel any older, I was 21 only hours ago, and I'm pretty sure you can't feel hours older. So my favourite NCAA team is out of the tournament which is a bummer because they were supposed to go all the way. It's Duke by the way, but then frankly I wouldn't be surprised if nobody knew what I was talking about... So (I seem to be starting an awefull lot of sentences with "so") I had a "meeting" with Grant today and I guess I'm unofficially a Young Life leader now. I'm really just hanging out and showing up to everything for a "trial run" sort of thing, but I imagine I'll be fully involved before long. Here's some more news, probably completely uninteresting but oh well, I'm likely going to buy me some spanky riding boots with my birthday money. It's the only piece of riding gear I don't have as of yet, and I have really no other foot wear that is any good to fill the position. So I'm pretty stoked about that. Oh yeah, motorcycle riding by the way, no equestrian for this fella. I think I had something else to say to but I appear to have a bad memory... So that's all for now. Oh Jayden I think you tried to call me tonight, but my mom was on the phone, but if you didn't you probably should have cuz it's my birthday and it's been ages since we talked. But the box will soon be headed back to Ontario, first time this year and from this house, so that's good. Well, later all. I'm really old now.

Idea for new tattoo

So, this is what I've come up with for an idea for a new tattoo that will signify my connection to Mexico and the Amor missions trip. So, in the middle is the Mexican coat of arms, the words are rather self-explanatory, and there's a cross for every time that I've been to Mexico. Then I can add another cross for each additional time I go. So this is the general idea, it looks a little rigid right now, I'd let the tattoo artist smooth it out and sweeten it up a bit. Feedback yos.

Oh yeah, it's gonna go on my left forearm.

Uno Mas

So, here's a second set of Mexico pictures, these are more of the people in my van. Yeah, it was mine.

Mexico pictures

So, here are the real pictures... It only lets me do 5 at a time so maybe I'll use 2 posts. See the story below.

Los Conquistadores

Well, you may all be wondering, probably not but whatever, why I haven't updated in like two weeks. Well it's simple mis amigos. I was back in el Mexico. Yes after a four absense I returned to my second homeland. Trip number ten was one to remember, maybe for all the wrong reasons... No, it was awesome times. So for anyone who doesn't know, every spring break between 1993 and 2002 I went to mexico on a missions trip to build houses for the destitute people in and around the Tijuana area. The poverty level in Tijuana is so overwhelming it's pretty well impossible to know where to start. But some 20 years ago someone did start, and a group called Amor has been running these trips ever since and have built thousands of such houses, schools, churches, and medical buildings. Thirteen years ago when I first went on this missions trip the poverty was even worse than it is today, which is even harder to imagine. This was the first year that this fact really came to my attention, and it's a very powerful thing to know that you have been a part of changing not only one person's life, or a family's life, but bringing change to a whole people and nation. I don't say any of this as if boasting, but only to share that it is an amazing feeling to be used by God for His will. Without a doubt this is something that I will do for the rest of my able life, as long as it is in God's will, no matter what my circumstances. I learned some stuff about myself, and some stuff about Jesus and missions through the talks, and it was altogether my most memorable trip, granted also the most recent. But I will not forget any of it as I have been prompted to tattoo myself again, this time with something that will always remind me of what I have been able to be a part of in Mexico. No matter who you are if you are reading this story you need to go to Mexico on this missions trip, it will change your life. And now here are some pictures for you all to peruse.

Gendarmerie... thanks a pant load

Be forewarned that this is going to be as big a rant as I have ever ranted.

I hate female police officers. I'm sorry if any one takes any offence to this statement, but all woman police officers that I have had contact with have been giant jerk-o's (part of a well ballanced breakfast) including what happened to me this afternoon. So, to first understand this you must know that this morning I was driving to church when at the bottom of a large hill there was a substantial bump in the road which wreaked havok on my already ailed mufler, ripping it savagely from my underbody and throwing it who knows where. So all of a sudden my little four cylinder Honda engine sounded like a pink nightmare. Skip ahead to around 2 in the after-noon same day. My friends and I were attempting to throw our parachute men off the top of the parkade, however, echoing up to the top of the parkade in my new screaming banshee of a car allerted everyone within a one mile radius to my presence. We were shortly joined by none other than, you guessed it, a female RCMP officer who apparently had something to prove. I explained to her that the noise was due to the fact that my mufler fell off just this morning, she would have no part of believing that truth, and she was pretty sure that I had done it all on purpose. I also presently have no passenger seat in the front of my car, no big deal; wrong, a very big deal apparently, as she tells me I've apparently broken the law with that one too. B.S. as I later found out that the Motor Vehicle Act says nothing about a mandatory passenger seat (I did my homework), so I guess she just likes talking shite. She also noticed that my tires are verily bald as racing slicks, her only correct perception all day I'm sure. After this for some reason she decides that my vehicle is now stolen, and she continues to check and recheck the VIN plates, my story of buying the car, and the contents of said car. At this point I'm just like, this is rediculous already. Then she insinuates that I've tampered with the VIN plates, and I've had about enough. It's not until I show her the transfer of ownership papers that she actually believed anything I was saying, and she proceeded to return to her warm running car, to chat it up with the security guard as I freeze my tukus off in the cold. In the end she gives me a ticket for what she said was the tires, the passenger seat, and the mufler (one out of three lady, just a great piece of work). But she generously lowers the fee to the lowest possible, I'm sure because she knows herself that she's full of it. And after nearly acusing me of stealing my own car, and actually acusing me of breaking at least one made up law, she was ever so cordial in departing, as I wanted to slap the smirk off her face. Here's a kicker for you, not thirty feet away there were two kids who we were pretty sure were getting high in their mom's Explorer. Again, just a "Grade A" piece of work there detective. Just when you think you're starting to regain some hope in humanity, they pull through for you once again; fear not, for people are still morons.

Motivation... Not just a sum 41 song

So I guess most people are motivated to work, meaning they are motivated by something to do their work. I'm special, I don't need motivation by anything other than work itself. "Well that's brilliant Kyle, please go on." Well, I'm motivated by work. I am motivated by work, to avoid it and/or get around it easier, at pretty well all costs. Because I mean really, why would you want to work? I don't want to work at all, but I do it cuz I need money to live; and making money (ie. working) cuts deeply into my living time. It's a vicious circle; not unlike this online public journal of mine. I write boring stuff so only the same handful of people ever reply (my man Drew), and nobody replies so I try to write more interesting stuff, which turns out to be more boring drivel. I guess I'm just not motivated to be that interesting... Einh, you see how I brought that around there. Back to the motivation thing eh? Yeah, think about it.

Fatty Tatty

Well, only two people know anything about this as of now. I've been keeping it secret because it's funner that way. But check it out, I got inked. Last Thursday I got a tattoo. "What is this?" you say. That's right. As seen in the pictures below it's a sweet-ass tribal cross, with the horizontal piece formed by the greek word DIKAIVW in old english script, which means vindicated. It pretty blatently shows what I believe (other than the greek part) but I think it rules. It's on the back of my right shoulder, so no shoulder pats for a week or two. I've been hiding it so that I can surprise people with it when it's all healed, instead of all peeling and looking like it's falling off. Well that's my sweet news. And also, I'm going back to Mexico this spring break for my tenth and final Mexico Missions Trip. It'll be sweet to go back (it's been four years) and sport the new tatty on the beach in California too. Just before i leave here's a little plug; if anyone is going to get a tattoo I suggest CNB in Kelowna. He designed my cross (with my input) and it turned out stylin' and profillin'. So throw down at CNB cuz they rule, like my new tattoo. Peace yos.

Pull up your socks, and jocks

That's the expression I heard today about the Canadian Men's performance at the Torino Olympics. Personally I say it should go more like, Give yourself a good swift kick in the ass, and jock. Our Canadian Women have performed better than any other countries female olympic team, doubling the amount of medals won by the Canadian men. And don't even get me started with the men's hockey. Women = whoop ass city, Men = what city are we supposed to be in? Don't get me wrong, the winners all did awesome, and the Women's effort made up for the dismal performance by the apparently lesser species, and we are on pace to be awarded third place in the olympics come tomorrow's Closing Ceremonies which, despite my rant, is awesome; and I'm stoked at how we are only a hand full of medals behind first place, and only one behind the US. The hype is on about Whistler in 2010, and I for one believe it. If you look at the number of close podium finishes we had (ie. fourth by hundredths of a second) we're looking pretty good for Vancouver come 2010. So, really the only thing I'm mad about is the hockey. I mean we got the men's curling gold, that's canadian, we got silver in men's bobsleigh, also very canadian,, and two medals in men's luge, super canadian. But how can Canada not even medal, or worse yet not even make it to the semi-finals in men's hockey of all things; especially after winning four years ago, after which it was declaired that Canada would be the hockey power house the next decade. It has something to do with Gretzky being loyal to a fault, going with the veterans and players who shouldn't have been there based on their previous play, as opposed to bringing the young, new, energetic, and increadibly tallented players that would have likely made the difference. So, gentlemen it's time to look towards whistler/Vancouver in four years, and pull up your socks, and jocks.

chock full... tomorrow

Well, I'm really only here now to tell you that I've got a full load of news, interesting stories, recipes, and acne treatments coming right up... Tomorrow. I really just need to get some pictures taken and uploaded for this big event (granduous really) and I'm hoping that'll happen tomorrow. If you read only one post on this page it should be tomorrow's, in which case you'll hopefully not read this at all and writting that part was completely unnecessairy. But anyway, tell all your friends because it's really going to be pretty sweet, I'm personally stokeder than I've been for any internet post I've ever done, and I've done a fair few in my time. So check it out tomorrow in the PM, you'll be impressed, I guarantee it.

V for Vendetta

So this post is in honour of Drew Johnston, my favourite anarchist. Watched a preview of the movie "V for Vendetta", which looks like a pretty good movie, unless you're an anarchist, in which case it'll be your absolute favourite. It's about this dude who takes on a futuristic totalitarian British gouvernment (funny Drew lives in Britain). All the synopsis aside there was a super sweet-ass line in the preview that goes a little something like this, "The people should not fear their gouvernment, the gouvernment should fear the people." That totally rocks. I hate when people just whine about how the gouvernment sucks and this and that, but they do nothing; talk is cheap. Now, I'm not anti-gouvernment per say, but more so anti-crappy-gouvernment-who-doesn't-represent-their-constituents-at-all-but-just-does-whatever-for-shits-and-giggles-ism. Yeah, that's what I am. I'm a peacefull man, just as long as I can handle what's going down. But don't prevoke me to rage. P.S. the Vendetta dude looks super creepsters. If I were overthrowing the gouvernment I'd dress a little more chic/urban-commando.

Weekend Update - Grand Opening

Well, I didn't want to lump this in with the other somewhat rough natured post, so here it is.

THE WEEKEND UPDATE part. 1

Got some sweet music for youz to check out. I heard these on an indie internet radio station.
Anberlin - Paperthin Hymn (a good christian hard rock band)
American Rockstar - I got mine
Panic! at the disco - I write sins not tragedies
The State - January

So there's four that I found interesting, maybe someone else will too. And if it turns out that Drew is the only one who really reads any of this drivel, well, that's ok too. Watched The Longest Yard last night. Without fail in every football movie, the big guy always runs in a touchdown with like three oposing players hanging off his back. It's an unritten code me thinks. Sometimes I really cant think of anything interesting to write... maybe from now on I'll only post when I've actually got anything worth while to say. No sense trying to keep up to the Johnston's, I can't do it. But I'll leave you with some parting thoughts, one lesson no one really learns the hard way, and one I thought no one really did learn the hard way, until I did. Firstly, does broken glass really taste bad? eh, how you gonna learn that one when you're a little gaffer? Not by doing it I tell you that much. And secondly, I feel almost like a war amp when I talk about how a fire cracker exploded in my hand last new years. Pretty close call (I like to exagerate it too), almost took off my arm. Well no, not really. But sweet Moses did it ever hurt. It's like getting your fingers smashed with a hammer, and then having, well for lack of a better analogy, a fire cracker going off right next to your ear. So, as much as throwing fire crackers sounds like good family fun, I'm gonna have to go ahead and dissagree with you on that one. Have a nice day!

Family, love to hate 'em

Well, just had a bit of a row with me dad. Man I hate living at home, but I hate paying rent even more. Apparently I don't "get it", and I'm suppoesed to ask if I can do something involving my own things and my business. No influence on my parents at all. I think he doesn't get it; I mean I'm the borderline genius (according to one of those off the cuff internet IQ tests anyway) not him. I tell you, living at home gives me no joy, but it'll be worth it when I go back to school. Can't wait till I get the bike back on the road. Riding is the best way to blow off steam; just get rippin' and it's like everything just can't keep up and nothing else matters. It's a pretty good release. For now I'll just listen to loud screaming rock music. It'll do.

The Ricky Gervais Show

If any body anywhere has not heard of the Ricky Gervais Show, you are missing out. Mary mother of Jesus is it funny, yes it is. Ricky Gervais, for anyone who doesn't know, is the creator/director of The Office (UK not US) and the show Extras. He does a podcast on iTunes with his co-writer Steven Merchant, and their XM Satellite Radio producer Karl Pilkington. This man is the funniest human being you will ever laugh at. It's brilliant. The funniest thing I have ever listened to bar none. I was listening to it on my iPod last night trying not to laugh so loud as to wake up my parents. If any one doesn't have iTunes you should anyway, so get the Ricky Gervais podcast when you're at it. I give it full marks.

Also available through iTunes are internet radio stations (also available on other media players) my favourite of which is an indie station called idobi. So iTunes is really sweet, and I personally am saving up for an iBook for "school" this fall. Apple sure does know how to make stuff that is cool.

So, I was thinking I would put my bike back on the road soon, then it got really cold. I don't have any indoor space to work on it, and it's still battered from my encounter with a ditch last summer on the way to Big White. If any one is feeling absurdly generous and would like to buy me a new bike, that would be real sweet.

Last of all, I think I'll put out the first "New Weekend Update" this weekend (which is a first as you may know). It's basically the same old post with a fancy title, so be prepared for the same old drivel. Peace.

My pride and joy

Well, as per Drew, and the fact that I was going to do it anyway, here are some pics of my new baby. In my rage I named it after an angry curse word, because the stupid thing keeps freezing due to overheating. Thank you kindly microsoft for the 600 dollar piece of garbage. But I've had my rants about it. If nothing else it's easy on the eyes...
600 dollars worth of easy on the eyes. Did I mention it cost me one, one thousand six hundred and sisty sixths of a million dollars? Well it did. And If I now can't afford college come fall, I'll be a better gamer for it.

I'm such a dork

I told Melissa I would never be caught blogging... Well It happened, one night when I was bored, hence the name of this "blog" (that's the last time you'll see me write tht word as I despise it. It will henceforth be refored to as my web page). I contemplated "borrowing space from my work domain, but I'm bored with writing pant loads of html code, and this will likely be easier, though not as cool (in this case cool also means nerdy). I'm probably also only going to ever update this thing at nigh when I'm bored, so you know. I guess I'll talk a lot about stuff I like, motorbikes, Scrubs, Xbox 360, nerdy stuff like computer hardware; as well as things I do, "had a shower today, got me thinking about an invention that could be usefull..." hoping it will become something akin to Karl Pilkingtons diary. Please if anyone has not listened to the Ricky Gervaise show on podcast, it is worth your life to do so, the funniest thing you'll ever hear. I think I'll also talk about some music and what not. who knows, maybe this will re-emerge as the renound Weekend Update of old (wish I'd thought of that when I was naming the friggin' thing...). I'm done.