Showing posts with label Blood on the Streets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blood on the Streets. Show all posts

Sunday, April 04, 2010

MAH TOOF

AUGH!

Though I realize they'd have done nothing for my tooth, I think I might start wearing gloves and maybe even elbow pads when I longboard now. Both would have helped my forearms take more of the impact and potentially reduced the damage or even kept my face out of the equation all together. I just count myself lucky that I didn't go under a car (or that my board did the same, though that's a distant second as my concerns go!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

In which I explain my relationship with heights...

...from a great height.

Sorry Mom, but it's kind of undisputed!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

To be quite honest...

....this phenomena is a big part of why I decided to leave England. I was lucky enough not to be victimized directly, but it had a profound effect on my psychological state at times and it was easy to tell when you were talking with someone who was wound up about it in one way or another - regardless of the topic actually being discussed. Folk often asked me about the cameras and what effect they had on my mindset, but really it was the effect they (and all that comes with them) had on people I interacted with.
This is also probably why I'm overly quick to get fed up with the highly reported Toronto crime "scene". Putting out thirteen trillion images and twenty kajillion words worth of media for every dick who stabs another dick doesn't do anything to make me safer, you dicks!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Fire follow up

Yeah, I think maybe I was a little quick to condemn the other photographers. What went on yesterday wasn't a sign of the decline of morality and compassion anymore than it was another step towards the BLOGOSPHERE TOTALLY ROCKING THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA YEAHHHHHHHH.

I kid, I kid.

One aspect I neglected to mention was how the cold weather led to a kind of ice palace feeling - I think a real quality photo would have been of the fire rubbing right up against the ice walls created by the hard work of the firemen. But you'll have to settle for these I guess!At one point I caught a television crew on a rooftop, though the silhouette of the camera wasn't turned the right way by the time I got my shot. I couldn't lose the feeling of being a peeping tom catching another. It's a tad puritanical, but I can't quite shake the feeling that nobody should have taken pictures at all.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

! (Big ol' Fire at Queen & Bathurst)

So it turns out there are some bloody gigantic fires raging only a couple of blocks from me!
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Update: So it's 2pm now and I've just gotten in from inspecting the scene for myself. I suppose it's my duty as a member of the new web 2.0 cybernation widget mo-fuck to upload them. So, without further ado and as this scene continues to unfold, here is...

AN UNFORTUNATE EVENT WHICH SO FAR HAS ONLY CAUSED PROPERTY DAMAGE, I THINK......AND THE SWEATY, HEAVILY BREATHING SCOPOPHILIACS WHO JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH!So far as I know, nobody has died or been terribly injured. Though I'm sure the store owners will see it as one, I don't see the nightly news dubbing this a terrible tragedy. So I'm not sure if I'm justified in getting a little annoyed at how I spotted at least twenty people with cameras in the ten minutes I spent taking my own masturbation fodder. I just spoke with Rob on gchat and his explanation is as correct as it is short "It's big news". The end, Mr. Brackenbury, get off that high horse (which doesn't have any legs to stand on anyways...or maybe I'm the one without legs. We're going to need a wheelchair for somebody, is what I'm getting at here).

More on this when I get my thoughts together.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Blood on the streets of Tranna

This summer, on the dark streets of Toeranna...
The End...?

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It's tempting as all hell to stop with only this, but that would be just a tad irresponsible...

So Victor, my new roommate, dropped a mason jar while washing the dishes. It shattered and his left hand got deeply cut as it went on it's way to try and catch the jar - meeting the shards at a goodly speed. There's no nerve damage or anything else that should be long term, luckily he was cut in "the best possible way", but he gets to put up with bandages and pain and all the rest for the next three weeks. He'll be fine, but maybe those of you who know him may want to drop a line?