suddenly

o my god, i have to get out of here.

how it is

there are 3 things i hate.

1. the use of the word "party" as a verb.
(ex. "lets party" "i love to party")

2. the use of an exclamation point (!) in place of the letter "i".
(ex. EX!TING)

3. the use of two words to create one ambiguous word when combined.
(ex. "petsmart")
does the above exampled offense spell pet-smart or pets-mart?

rainy day blues

hello again friends, it is i, your fair blarrger. just another day here in edinburgh, and i thought, why not explain to you, my dearest reader, what just another day feels like here. cold friends, cold is what it feels like. perhaps it is the scorching sun of the arizona desert that causes me to think that a summer should be warm, but apparently not everyone on this planet of ours knows the sting of a real summer heat. yes my dear readers, these poor scottish gentlefolk know nothing of warmth. yes, the wicked cold has caused our frostbitten scottish brothers and sisters to be deluded with the idea that a day of nearly 75 degrees is "hot." i fear dearest readers, that even your humble blarrgers sun scorched brain has been twisted by scotlands icy fingers; i find myself galavanting about in a t-shirt on days that reach burning temperatures of 68 DEGREES! returning home, as excited as i am for it, is going to be rough. these summer conditions are damn near impossible to imagine i know, so soon there will be a picture post filled with proof! later for now dear readers, i am off to the edinburgh bike film festival (about which i shall tell you later). i love you all, and am excited to return to the ol tempe for some summer havok wreaking.

ye old bikes...

dearest readers, lo these many posts, and no word of my bicycle. the silence must be broken! settle friends, and preparest your gentle ears for a tale of wonder and woe. yes friends, i shudder at the thought of going for 2 months without a bike, as i am sure you do as well. so, upon arrival to edinburgh lindsay took me to "the bike station," edinburghs bicycle co-op. unlike our beloved co-opperative in tempe, the bikes are not that cheap, and you gotta pay for using the tools and space (by they hour), but a great little shop all the same. anywho dearest friends, needless to say i got myself a bike. and not just any bike, a wonderful bike! a sweet old white raleigh road bike (very late eighties, early nineties in appearance), with which i was quite pleased. yes friends, i was most pleased with my purchase, and rode away happier than a cock on a walk. a couple weeks later (a few days ago), i returned to my bike after having some drinks, to find a note tied to my bars. the note read something to the effect of "hello bike owner, you are riding my bike, it was stolen from outside my flat, and it has great personal value to me." YIKES i thought! is that not terrible dear friends?! yes it is. so, being a sympathetic cyclist, i called the number attached to the note and came into contact with "jonathan." jonathan explained to me that the bike had been stolen from outside his flat, and that it once belonged to his father and had extreme sentimental value to him. luckily, i have been looking to sell the bike soon, cause im leaving, and i informed him of this. we had speaks and have made arangements for him to buy it from me (at a discounted price). does this make me a bad person dear readers? is it terrible of me to sell a mans stolen bike back to him? believe me friends, these questions have tormented me for about a week now, and i have come to a conclusion. NO! i paid for that bike fair and square, and i certainly didnt know it was stolen. and come on now, he obviously didnt love the bike that much, he made it sleep outside! my my, i didnt intend to become this passionate dearest readers, this is becoming quite lengthy. im sure your ears are now quite full (metaphorically of course, i do realize that you are just reading this of course) and your eyeballs must be now quite thirsty for images. well then friends, without further adieu, let me not disappoint. feast your eyes upon the steed of contention, my scottland bicycle!

a return from delinquency or: things with which to tickle your eyeballs

yes friends, it is i your humble blarrger, and i am indeed still alive. unfortunately, i fell prey to illness and spent the last week moaning and suffering. "a good time to sit around and write in your blarrg" you might say. well i didnt. im unconventional like that.
im better now (although still filled to overflowing with gallons of gooey snot), and ready to return to the blarrg world. in the depths of my sickness i found solace in tv-links; and lo my fair readers, what a beautiful refuge it provided! next time you have a block of time to waste, hop onto your digitized surfboards, and cruise across the world wide web to the tv-links website to take in all 3 seasons of the show "weeds." normally i wouldnt advocate devotion to a television show, but goddamn friends, this one is good. srsly.
perhaps, it was the mind numbing hours of television i watched, or perhaps it was the mind altering fever, but dang friends, i had some weird dreams this past week. brains in tupperwear. "if you dont know what it is, taste it, i think it might please you". that is more for myself so i can remember certain dream sequences. disregard it if you wish, or take it, digest it, and shit out your own freakshow of a dream if you wish.
not that i dont cherish our time together here my dear readers, but this bores me. coming up soon, an update concerning my activities of late in this fair country.

oh and by they way, "the orphanage" is really incredible. see that shit, now.

ATTACK AT THE KREMLIN!

hahahaha o man those zany russians know how to deal with politics.

http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/world-news/article3720115.ece

read this, fo real.

in other news, i leave for amsterdam later this afternoon. lindsay and i will be there til sunday. its her birthday tomorrow. im excited.

BLARRG!

the return to blogland

dearest friends and comrades, i am in scotland. yes my fair readers, the travel blog you have all been waiting for is finally upon you. so far, scotland seems to me to be a wonderful place; edinburgh being perhaps the most beautiful city i have ever done seen. the people here are quite friendly and the landscape is terribly epic. the city itself is beautifully constructed (ages ago), and the company is equally as beautiful, while not as aged. today, lindsay took me to a hill in the middle of the city that is topped with ruins from some long forgoten age. as with much of edinburgh, this frostbitten mount was totally metal. seriously friends, this place is br00tal, but with like at least 12 zeros. enough with this endless pontification, on to the images... BLARRG!











ok, so this next one was not taken upon the hill. nay dear readers, this twisted spire of blackened stone is smack dab in the middle of a bustling thurofare. its mere presence was enough to cause my fist to involuntarily thrust into the sky and into a twisted claw!


my god.

and finally i leave you with this: evidence of anarchists in edinburgh, it gave me a good chuckle...



and now i rest dear readers, i hope all is well back home, and miss you all greatly.

BLARRG!