Thursday, February 04, 2016

Forgotten but not gone.

Friday, May 04, 2012

My studio smells like cigarettes and overheated oil filled capacitors. Yum. My wife says "I don't smell capacitors".

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Celebrity Death Watch: 10 Musicians Likely To Die In 2010
ROTTEN Dead Pool

Keep Up!:2010 Celebrity Death List

At least Bobby Brown is still alive, although his career died yonks ago.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

TREASON! Treasonous asshats.

Oh fuck.

Under s46 of the Criminal Code, a person commits "high treason" who a) kills, attempts to kill, wounds, imprisons, or restrains the sovereign, b) wages war against Canada or does any act preparatory thereto, or c) assists an enemy at war with Canada or any armed force against whom Canadian forces are engaged in hostilities, even if no state of war exists. The punishment for high treason is life imprisonment, without parole eligibility for 25 years. A person commits "treason" who a) uses force or violence for the purpose of overthrowing the government of Canada or a province, b) discloses, without lawful authority, military or scientific material to agents of a foreign state, if he or she knows or should know that the material may be used to impair Canada's safety or defence, or c) engages in certain listed conspiracies or attempted offences. The punishment for treason is life imprisonment; normal parole rules apply. Canadian citizens and persons owing allegiance to Her Majesty in right of Canada who commit acts of high treason or treason are punishable under Canadian criminal law even if the acts were performed outside Canada.

The Criminal Code also penalizes such acts as alarming the sovereign, assisting an alien enemy to leave Canada, failing to make reasonable efforts to prevent the commission of high treason, intimidating Parliament or a legislature, sabotage, incitement to mutiny and sedition.

Some of that may apply, I suppose. Or it should. LET US VOTE AGAIN. Then we'll see.

Friday, October 31, 2008

The Big Five -Ohhhhh

Sunday, May 11, 2008

... and now I'm REALLY afraid to take public transportation, as the weapon is now used for fare evasion.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Bank Robbery Capital of Canada!

A serial bank robber may be responsible for up to six heists this month alone, Vancouver police said Wednesday.

The Vancouver Police Department's robbery squad asked at a news conference for the public to help identify a suspect in bank security video recordings.

The person is described as a pink male between 30 and 40 years of age, approximately five foot nine to five foot 10 and 30 to 40 pounds, with felt pen hair. He may wear glasses.

There were 185 bank robberies in 2007 in Vancouver, said police.

So far in January 2008, there have been 33 bank robberies, more than double the number for January 2007.

Police are requesting help from the public to identify this suspect alleged to be responsible for six bank robberies in January 2008, according to the Vancouver Police Department.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Po-boy or Poo-boy?

Po-Boy. It's a sandwitch.

She who provides is away on a frolic again and I am left to my own devices. Sadly, said devices are very small. There is no possibility of making it through the weekend in the usual comfort zone. If you, dear reader, feel compelled to visit 'ol po-boy this weekend please bring smokes and liquor.

Monday, January 14, 2008

GGA! How exciting!

No "F" bombs at the Golden Globes

I don't know... Hollywood awards shows should be a bit like Formula One Racing. There is no fun without the danger.

Last night the danger was removed from the 65th annual Golden Globe Awards with the removal of the talent.

The writers strike now in week whatever, resulted in an awards show on CNN populated with those hopeless model-presenter-fake Hollywood newstard-dental work displays such as: "Entertainment Tonight's" Mary Hart, "Showbiz Tonight's" Brooke Anderson, Giuliana Rancic of "E! News Daily" "Extra's" Dayna Devon, Lara Spencer of "The Insider," and Jim Moret from "Inside Edition."

Brooke Anderson said she was "honored and thrilled to be here tonight". She looked like she would have rather been at the dentist.

On the traditional home of GGA ceremony NBC, was an "Access Hollywood" PR gushing with hosts Billy Bush, Nancy O'Dell, and newstard Shaun Robinson really going deep with Entertainment Weekly's Dave Karger.

"It's going to be a very exciting night!" Robinson said about two minutes into the show.

Exciting indeed! Cate Blanchett wins the first announced Globe for a film called "I'm Not There." Oh the irony.

I couldn't even watch the NBC show... like fish flopping on a video deck.

There just is no danger... Nobody says "fuck", no Beyonce Knowles cleavage, no crazy talent at all.

On to the Oscars!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Feeding the homeless

On Christmas day I saw a homeless man sitting in a doorway asking for money to buy food. I had an extra five dollars in my pocket, but I decided to go get one of those really expensive coffees instead. I didn't really want one, but seeing that hungry homeless guy on the street made me think about how lucky I am. For example being able to buy an expensive coffee whenever I want.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Wow. It pays to get old.

Some times it's cool to be a packrat. I have one of these around here somewhere. And extra parts for one too. It must be 40 years old, and looks and works perfectly.

15-6234 DeArmond Archtop Guitar Pickup, with original box
Behold a very fine condition Nickel-Plated Rhythm Chief Assembly with the deep red center section.. It is silver nickel plated with the original box –still shows indications that it was in the past used. Although excellent in every way it was at one time used and then later buffed up to shiny. There is a slight scratch across the red center section and the back of the pickup (nobody ever sees it) has like an old, mostly removed, felt backing. Two felt circles remain. This has two clear rotary knobs for Volume and Tone and one brass push button for Rhythm. It has the long nickel-plated metal post that allows you to connect the bottom section to the strings between bridge and tailpiece. The connector on this one is a “radio connector” cord with a screw-on female end. The cable accompanies the pickup. $1,237 at Discount Price, with a Cash Discount Price of $1200.

Source:Vintage News at

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The unfolding of Pierre

"Pierre, your unfolding endures because those who witnessed your fire think they knew you. Agree or disagree with your vision, each may tell a story of how your ideas, and images of you, entered into their lives. Something indelibly singed us. The e-cosmos spills over with data, merging us with world-feeling."

The words of B.W. Powe whose latest book, "Mystic Trudeau: The Fire and the Rose" made me puke a little bit.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Friday, August 17, 2007

Think of the EXPOSURE!

ya... I'm eating a big bowl of EXPOSURE right now!


"C O N S I D E R A T I O N
Except as may be provided in an addendum to this agreement entered into by you and us, you will receive no payment for this submission, you'll hold no rights, nor receive, share in or be entitled to revenue we may receive from the Site or the Movie. We have put a lot of time and money into this Site and you acknowledge that the exposure you may receive is adequate and fair consideration for the rights and benefits granted to us in this Agreement.

We may license, assign, sell or otherwise dispose of our rights under this Agreement to any party. You may assign only with our consent."

Most of 'em are like that. I guess I could give up this animation thing and maybe make a comic book.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


No wonder I am tardy in posting. The "new" blogger... google... new account... Aargh... 15 min.

just for THIS:

Wes Bay ranks the...

30667th most popular

36729th most sexy

...out of the 56946 celebrities on this site.

Popularity = 3.217
(where 7=super popular, 1=not popular)

Sexiness = 1.4545%
(the percentage of web pages that think Wes Bay is sexy)



Wednesday, April 11, 2007

An Apple a day helps you kill the enemy.

iPod stops AK-47 round.
That's kind of a nice good-lucky kind of story. Well for ONE of the guys involved. We should give iPods to our army in Afghanistan. Get 'em all fired up with some KORN tunes.

Check out iPod Armor at DEFENCETECH.ORG

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Get a Job

Oh my. That was random.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Britney shaves something else...

It must be hard trying to keep the fans and press interested.

I guess after the outcry that greeted Britney's bald nether regions as they exited the DeLoren, she decided to try shaving somewhere else. Someone must have told her that her teenage (and mostly female) fans were a little grossed out by the mom cleveage.

So she says to herself "I know how to fix this... I'll shave off all my hair so I'll look like a GIANT PENIS."

Man, I just gotta say that look creeps me out. Remember that guy "The Unknown Comic"? He used to perform with a paper bag on his head.

I hope she buys a wig or something.

Monday, February 05, 2007

YOGA: Bringing the World Together

Indian Yoga: The Setubandha Sarvangasana Position

This version of the posture requires considerable strength in the neck, shoulders and back, requiring years of practice to achieve. It should not be attempted without supervision.

Irish Yoga: The Setupanotheround Soyouthinkyerfukintuff Position

I suppose this takes a lot of practice too. Just look how relaxed the guy is. That other guy must be his supervisor.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007


Yvonne De Carlo (Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

My favorite vampire character (Lily on the television series The Munsters) has died at age 84.

Born Peggy Yvonne Middleton here in Vancouver, she was immortalized in 1956 when she starred opposite Charlton Heston as Sephora, Moses's wife, in The Ten Commandments. You might want to see that one just for her. Wow.

Also Iwao Takamoto, the animator who created the beloved Scooby-Doo and directed the cartoon classic Charlotte's Web, has died. He was 81.

For more than sixty years, Takamoto assisted in the designs of some of the biggest animated features and television shows for Disney and the Hanna-Barbera animation team. They included Cinderella, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, 101 Dalmatians, The Jetsons and The Flintstones.

But it was his creation of Scooby-Doo, the cowardly dog with an adventurous heart, that captivated audiences and endured for generations.

Takamoto also created other famous cartoon dogs such as Astro from The Jetsons and Muttley, the mixed-breed that appeared in several Hanna-Barbera animations. He also directed the 1973 feature Charlotte's Web.

...oh ya and we had the 14th storm of the season, and more snow too. Global roasting.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Weather 1- Wes 0

Storm damage video.

Rain... Lots of it. Snow, wind, a boil water alert, a root canal, no money, no real job... So why am I so happy? Maybe it's because I'm mostly going to avoid Christmas this year. I mean a good meal or two and some family stuff sure, but way less Wal Mart if you know what I mean.

Working hard to get things done and there's light at the end of the tunnel. Let's hope it's not attached to a train.

The late Henny Youngman used to say "What's the use of happiness? It can’t buy you money."

Money ain't such a big deal. Well sometimes anyhow. Family? Priceless.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Oh Britney... sigh.

Try a refreshing britney + crotch search.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Safe in your own home...

Capilano Road reopened after shooting along Upper Levels.

Sometimes you live in a small town, sometimes you live in a big city.

Last night the usual quiet of a Thursday night was interrupted by the low thump thump thump of an unusual helicopter. Sort of a military sounding thing - not the usual rescue bird at all.

I went outside to see what it was doing. It was circling my neighborhood again and again. We've seen that before. One of the rescue copters was out shining a searchlight about the neighborhood in the summer. As I remember, we later learned they were looking for a felon.

So... on the noon news today I hear about a shooting a block from my house. The footage is dramatic.

"Last night at approximately eight p.m....blah blah... HAIL OF BULLETS...blah blah blah..."

Anyhoo... last night someone shoots up an SUV with a machine gun. Nobody knows anything. The guy is too badly shot up to get any info out of him. Little yellow tags litter the ground marking bullet casings, police everywhere...

That's at least two shootings within a block or two of my new house.

And I thought living next to crack-boy was dangerous.


Vancouver Sun, Friday, November 24, 2006.

Capilano Road reopened after shooting along Upper Levels.

NORTH VANCOUVER - Mounties in North Vancouver have finally reopened Capilano Road after a shooting along the Upper Levels Highway that happened around 9 p.m. Thursday, News1130 is reporting. Witnesses have suggested the shots sounded like they came from a machine gun.

A man reportedly ran into the intersection and opened fire at a passing vehicle when someone in that vehicle fired back. Moments later, the car being fired upon appeared to lose control, sideswiped another car and then crashed into a guardrail.

One person has apparently been seriously injured with a wound to the chest. That's especially upsetting to people who live in the area. They say even if this was a targetted hit, it's the danger that comes with stray bullets and speeding cars that can affect innocent lives.

Source: News 1130

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Found on Craigs List Vancouver:

For Sale: one of a kind Porta-potty-dinghy

Reply to:
Date: 2006-10-27, 1:36PM PDT

I am selling a dinghy with a built in "Toilet" in the middle. You don't have to poop on your boat, take the dinghy out and poop in the middle of the ocean in style.

Dinghy has:
-- Thru-hull pipe constructed of fiberglass/epoxy with toilet seat mounted in the center of the dinghy allowing waste to go down to Davey Jones' locker unhindered.
-- Mounting bracket for outboard motor up to 5hp or 120lbs.
-- Toilet paper holder, magazine rack on starboard side.
-- Oar mounts.
-- 9' in length.

No reasonable offer refused, this is a very nice porta-potty-dinghy. Design is patent pending.

no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests


I mean, who'd want to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests?

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Happy Birthday... 48; the new 24.

I'm a scorpio. The horiblescope says 30 is the new 16. I'm saying 48 is the the new 24. Maybe I can grow up now and get a job.

Happy Halloween!

Perhaps I could get a job writing those spam mails for some prick in Russia. They use a lot of words so your spam filter thinks it's a message fronm a concerned Aunt. I got a really good one of those today. It reads:


From: Alphonse Bender

Most people believe that the cheese wheel satiates an abstraction living with a senator, but they need to remember how carelessly the fat scythe returns home. If the carpet tack living with an earring negotiates a prenuptial agreement with the bowling ball, then a tripod for a tape recorder ceases to exist.

A parking lot avoids contact with a flabby girl scout. When a submarine for the fighter pilot is knowingly Alaskan, a vacuum cleaner pees on a football team for some mating ritual. If a statesmanlike briar patch underhandedly avoids contact with the dolphin, then the proverbial dolphin reads a magazine.

Most people believe that a dolphin pours freezing cold water on a tape recorder, but they need to remember how thoroughly the cloud formation beams with joy. For example, some avocado pit indicates that a tabloid competes with a power drill. A scythe secretly admires an incinerated apartment building.

Most people believe that some salad dressing feverishly makes a truce with a roller coaster behind a CEO, but they need to remember how single-handledly a South American cheese wheel flies into a rage. Furthermore, a short order cook beyond the bartender wakes up, and a college-educated blithe spirit secretly admires a traffic light. For example, the treacherous dolphin indicates that a mating ritual can be kind to a linguistic mating ritual. Indeed, the federal crank case makes a truce with a girl scout.

Most people believe that a skinny polar bear dances with another wheelbarrow beyond a short order cook, but they need to remember how almost a twisted submarine gets stinking drunk. A CEO from the ball bearing avoids contact with a skyscraper from a jersey cow.

Most people believe that the cheese wheel satiates an abstraction living with a senator, but they need to remember how carelessly the fat scythe returns home. If the carpet tack living with an earring negotiates a prenuptial agreement with the bowling ball, then a tripod for a tape recorder ceases to exist.

A parking lot avoids contact with a flabby girl scout. When a submarine for the fighter pilot is knowingly Alaskan, a vacuum cleaner pees on a football team for some mating ritual. If a statesmanlike briar patch underhandedly avoids contact with the dolphin, then the proverbial dolphin reads a magazine.

Any vacuum cleaner can non-chalantly make love to a chain saw around an eggplant, but it takes a real mastadon to teach a temporal roller coaster. A bowling ball inside the tape recorder hesitates, and a smelly apartment building feels nagging remorse; however, the feverishly cosmopolitan avocado pit brainwashes the fashionable bowling ball. A blithe spirit over the blithe spirit is hairy. Furthermore, the plaintiff living with a demon earns frequent flier miles, and a tripod of the defendant inexorably brainwashes the bowling ball over an oil filter. If the senator gives a pink slip to a Eurasian fundraiser, then a rattlesnake from a carpet tack hesitates.


Isn't that wonderful?

I'm giong to use that someday for something. The guy can TRY to sue me. I'd tell everyone who he is and he'd quietly "dissappear".

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Pay attention to this-make the world better! I'm serious.

Canadian to Attempt World’s Longest Handcuffed Swim in Cambodia

Hey, I believe in this guy. Please take the time to read his press blurb. He's trying to help.

Canadian Matt Frame finds it quite ridiculous that he is less than 10 days from his attempted Guinness World Record Swim wearing handcuffs.

“This is absurd. I am a film maker, not an endurance athlete. I don’t even have access to Gatorade here,” he says from this fledgling tourist destination on the Southern tip of Cambodia, which Frame has called home for the past 19 months. “Why don’t I just let people stab me for charity? I could auction it on Ebay. Stab a Canuck and send a Cambodian child to school!” exclaims Frame with a wry smile.

Following a tradition of dry, sarcastic, sometimes tastelessly bizarre Canadian wit, Frame is all smiles about the World Record 5.9km handcuffed doggy paddle that he will attempt on November 9th, 2006, which, coincidentally, falls on International Guinness World Record Day. “The Guinness folks know about me,” he announces. “I filled out some gratuitously long release form. They obviously don’t want to be liable for me being hauled to the bottom by a pack of jellyfish.”

Official Guinness rep on site or not, the attempt is a confirmed World Record, beating the previous holder, American Brian Friedman, who completed his handcuffed swim of 2.4km from Alcatraz to Fisherman’s Wharf, just over a year ago. “That guy deserves to keep the record based on the wretched conditions factor alone,” concedes Frame. “My biggest worry is that the safety boat guy doesn’t fall asleep and chop me in half.” Frame, 34, an award winning filmmaker from Vancouver, Canada may find humor in what some may consider a foolish endeavor but he most certainly possesses a serious undercurrent of purpose. “I am not doing this as a joke” he explains. “Look, I know how the world works. This swim is simply the beginning. A strange beginning, admittedly, but it takes more than a polite e-mail these days to get people’s attention.”

When one hears words such as these it doesn’t take a high IQ to realize that there must be a powerful cause behind it all. In Frame’s case, it happens to be the Foundation he has set up to send as many underprivileged Cambodian children to English school as possible. He makes no bones about the desired impact his World Record swim will have on the campaign. “Of course, I am doing this for the publicity,” he exclaims. “We have tried conventional routes of fundraising but the results have been disappointing. Still, there are many people out there who will take the time to read about our goals and decide to help because they see the big picture. If my swim gives more skeptical folks reason to believe, so be it.”

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Sure ... take the high road.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Pull the other one...

The Dark Side of the Moon. Long but funny as hell. Watch it twice if you're gullable.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Maybe I should have joined the army after all.

Friday, October 13, 2006

God says "Go visit Joe Bodia.

Monday, September 25, 2006


Where do you think most of the homeless here come from?

That Cunt On The Corner

She hands him a twenty.
He is moored on his favorite corner,
his little cup out on the sidewalk
threatening to trip a productive citizen.
He shouts thanks in an accent
I'm learning to hate,
his face glowing in the red whorish light
spilling from the Shoppers Drug Mart sign.

I wonder, if for every piece
of good will stolen
from others sympathy,
the price was paid in flesh?
For that twenty
if I could kick his
tiny cup into the street
and shout my inner feelings
about his intrusion.
For a C-note could I
kick his head into
the clean wall-brick?

His presence summons a
war party of loosers
and fellow victims of my society,
closing noisy ranks
in an invasion of stupidity.
I feel under fire... violated.
I want my hand to
pluck the cell phone
from it's warm pocket
I can almost feel my
fingers ... 911 they shout!

But instead I look away,
keep my head down,
and question myself as I walk silently past.

I am afraid.
I am afraid of stupidity
I am afraid of violence
I am afraid of embarrassment
I am afraid of poverty
I am afraid of illness
I am afraid of that
cunt on the corner.

I hear his drunken compatriate
barking at passers by
like a distempered alpha dog.
People become crabs
skittering sideways
leaving a wide berth around this urban shoal.

My purchase made,
I clutch the overpriced cigarettes
my government just raped me for.
I step across the street
to avoid having to
NOT give one to
T. C. O. T. C.

His abusive pal
chooses this moment
to cross the road
to my side.
I slow a little
to give myself
an escape route.
I find myself
tucked into a doorway
watching as he enters the coffee store.

Slowly I start again.
Across the street,
corner boy has another
pull off his beer.
I walk past the
coffee store.
Abusive pal
flops in a chair.
I feel sorry
for the girls in there.
But I am hungry
and tired
and myself
need a drink,
so I just slip
past it all
into the bar.
Safe for now.

Fat with fingers of chicken
I later leave the bar
(for not long enough
even to get out of the door)
if I would
have to run the
cullion gauntlet
of that street
once again.

Aprehensive becomes curious
as my eyes meet
the blaze of cop lights.
"It's on the way"
I think to my looky-loo self,
and I try to saunter by
with just a passing glance
but can not.
I stand with
the others.
The others I see
every day.
The ones I look at
and who look at me
in passing silence
are mute no more.

So quickly they turn
as I did
to voice an opinion
as long as the police
are there to moderate.
"'Bout time",
says one.
says another.
The police have
little time for
our comments.

The abusive drunk
who parked himself
in the coffee store
is looking happy
to be towed away,
by cop two,
as cop one
deals with the
cunt who is not
on his corner.
T .C .O .T. C.
holds his
dope bag
up high
and talks of cancer
as he
dumps the bag
on the street.
Cop one reminds
us all in a loud voice that
"That stuff's illegal, you know."
as he collects some
off the street
with a little brush
and a small bag.

T. C. O. T. C.
now has to taunt the cop from
the back of a squad car.
"I've got tons of that at home"
He shouts in anger.

"And where would that be?"
we hear the constable say
as he pulls out his notebook.

Just as reality
begins to resemble
the closing scenes
of a dragnet episode,
a bakers dozen
of angry agitated
young men appears
surrounding the cop
and pointing to another group of
angry agitated young men
heading towards us
from up the street.

"That guy hit that guy"
the smallest, loudest one says.
"Then that guy hit that guy"
the next smallest,
next loudest one says.
They circle around
like big chattering birds,
teasing the policecat.

Cornerboy is upset
at not being
the center of attention.
He sits forgotten
in the squad car.
The agitated young men
have stolen
the front page for tonight.

I don't know how
to feel now.
I Guess
I feel sad.
Sad this happens
in my neighborhood.
Sad for TCOTC
who is now
just some goof
in the back
of a cop car.
Sorry for the cop
that has to deal
with all this shit.

It makes me think
if we lived in a city
of, say twenty people
we wouldn't need police.
We would police
each other.
How big do we allow a city be
before it becomes
what I'm looking at now?

I'm getting cold
and I'm getting bored.
I feel like I
don't belong here.
I wander home wondering.
Wondering why
it has to be
like this.
Wondering what I myself
think of it all.
Wondering if TCOTC
will be back on his corner

Months later
TCOTC is now
many TCOTCs.
My intense dislike
of the original
has mutated to
a grudging empathy,
as he finds himself
tasting his own medicine
in a small crowd
of the disturbing.

Todays star has
the look of a biker
but is chanting, (or singing)
in a high
falsetto voice.
TCOTC seems
resigned to the idea
of making no money today.
It is a nice day
after all,
and today is
a good day for
theatre on the corner.

I gave him
a few smokes
the other day.
He said thanks,
I said I owe you one.
I think he
wondered why
for a moment.
I guess he tries
not to think
too hard about
things like that.

I wonder if he'll
ever know he's
being written about.
I wonder if he'll
ever know he's
being read about.
I figure he's
immortal now -
as electrons will happily
describe him
to those that are interested
for as long as there is power.

Friday, September 01, 2006

What's in a name?

Hitler's Cross eatery changes name:

Sunday, August 27, 2006


While I was looking around out there the other day, I found something.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Looking forward to Nevada...


On Craigslist in Nevada:

Date: 2006-08-17, 7:55AM PDT

Your a goof!!! Get a job. Your a scammer! I thought you said your X was such a good mom. Just a nasty custody battle????

I hope you lose you LIAR!!!

P.S. Have one of your tramps pay your attorney costs.

this is in or around SUMMERLIN
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests


Re: One Human Soul
Date: 2006-08-17, 9:21PM PDT


Total cost of soul per your contract is at least $175,000. Might want to adjust that to fit the market. I can get you an entry level soul for around 400 bucks...

... now, a VIRGIN soul, well - that's another matter. I assume this does not apply to you, however.


Date: 2006-08-17, 7:31AM PDT


this is in or around LAS VEGAS
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests


Date: 2006-08-16, 9:23AM PDT


this is in or around L.V TO AUSTIN
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other.....


12 Pack Heineken Keg Cans

Date: 2006-08-14, 1:01PM PDT

I don't drink it; bought it for my friend this weekend when she was in town, and we weren't home much so it's still got all 12 beers in it.

If it's left in my fridge it will not get drank (drunk?).

Interesting trades considered. Nothing creepy. Thanks!

this is in or around North Las Vegas
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Wes Bay Radio is on the air and you need a password to get into the special section. There is already two and a half hours of fun there. E-mail me for access.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

What the fuck?

Got an e-mail today.



Thursday, May 18, 2006

He's BAAACK....

I return bloodied but unyielding from the pits of poverty. Well... not bloodied, just shamed. And not exactly unyielding... I had to give them money. Lots of it. They were not too pissy about it, though. They gave me lots of time. (After I said I would switch to Telus and let them hang for their money.)

So anyway, enough of my friends gave me "money for the cause", that my cyber tap has been re-opened. Look out world.

I do feel like a bit of a junkie fallen from the wagon. With no internet connection or movie package I was going to bed fairly early. Now after a couple of months, first night, poof... three o'clock. Might have had something to do with the 985 e-mails I had to wade through. I apologize to anyone who sent me a message and thought I was ignoring them. I should be caught up in a few days.

In other news, You Tube allows comments on cool movies. Go look. I'll wait here.

Anyhoo... lots of great new stuff from WB Films just aroung the corner. Just one big happy family.

Back soon...

Sunday, March 19, 2006

I found a new place to spread the word. It's called YouTube.

See the great Wes Bay Films we put there by clicking here.

New stuff on it's way. Hold on tight.
I found a new place to spread the word. It's called YouTube.

See the great Wes Bay Films we put there by clicking here.

New stuff on it's way. Hold on tight.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


Oh my lord. That’s it... we’re moved. So many things have happened. We handed over the keys today... canceled the hydro and gas... who were quick to point out we owed them money. Moving is expensive.

Today someone else on the street piled our shed full of garbage. Thanks a lot Matt, you asshole.

I don’t think I’ll miss the “neighbor show” though.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

I'm still moving. The Kung Fu in the new studio is weird. I'm tired of all this. It's still raining.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Wes Bay 's WESBLOG

God... it's been raining here for a month. Every day. If it wasn't so mild people would start to move away. The other night it was 10 degrees at 4 am. Moose says it's nice in Nevada too. I'm glad I don't live in Russia -60 yesterday for them in Moscow. Ouch.

I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving.


Clutter: Moving from Fear to Hope

MOVING FEAR: Treatment and Hope... and it's only $1500.


Monday, January 16, 2006

moving..sigh. more soon.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Happy New Year.

There. I said it.

Is this cool or what?

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Canada Bashing

To Tucker Carlson from his retarded cousin

An open letter to Tucker Carlson from his retarded cousins:

Fuck you.

ps. How can you ignore a retarded dogsledding stalker?

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Last night there was a choice of programming on the TV that made me believe I had momentarily slipped into an alternate universe. On the one hand "750 lb Man" and on the other "Jerry Springer: The Opera". I watched the opera.

Philosophically it was the trash I expected - AND MORE! Musically it was one of the better "rock" opera's I've seen, a live version from a theatre no less. GREAT singing and the pit orchestra was good too. It even had David Soul (Remember Spasky and Dutch? ... And that black guy... Huggies?) as Jerry. Depressing in an uplifting way.

Should smoke periodically pour out of the Jeep dashboard? I suspect it shouldn't.


Friday, October 14, 2005

I don't FEEL tardy...

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I recieved three e-mails today asking why I havn't been keeping up with the blog. Well... I've been writing, that's why. Me and Moose have finished another blockbuster script. I have to work long days at the computer to do that. You get burned out. I havn't made any of those stupid little movies either .

That's why I'm writing this. It's easier than writing the three e-mails. Sort of a form letter.

If you live in Vancouver, watch CNN for a minute, and think about stockpiling some emergency supplies. Those poor people in New Orleans. After almost a week that standing water is growing things. GET AWAY FROM THAT WATER! It's a real gumbo of toxic sludge corpse water, and mosquitos. Soon it may be as toxic as my house. Funny really... worried about poeple so far away, and I'm sitting next to a cat shit on the floor in the room I eat in. Come to think of it, I have a eight week old chicken in the fridge that really stinks. I've got to do something about that too.

Is the CBC still on holiday? You know, I think those guys did a better job when they didn't have much at all. Sort of like Doctor Who. It was great untill they started to throw money at it. I'm still not sure what to think about ZeD this year. A lot has changed. A lot hasn't changed too. I do like the place. Have to get back at that as well.

I guess I don't have time for this right now. I have an urge to clean the house. I'm sure it will pass.


You can help.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Campers targeted for singing campfire songs?

Media outlets have reported the fact that summer camps across the United States are being required to pay fees to the American Society of Composers, Authors & Publishers (ASCAP) for use of their artists' songs by campers. The American Camping Association, which accredits more than 2,200 camps across the United States, negotiated a blanket license with ASCAP earlier this year and advised its camps to pay the negotiated fee.

Stanford FairUse


Vincent Candilora, ASCAP's vice president and director of licensing, vaguely suggested that dark forces may have been behind a Wall Street Journal article last week that disclosed that the songwriters' group had sought this year for the first time in history to collect fees from children's summer camps.

Candilora conceded that ASCAP had cast a wide and nondiscriminating net in notifying the nation's 8,000-odd summer camps that federal copyright law requires them to fork over fees to ASCAP for any songs they use.

But he said Lo Frumento had been quoted out of context when he promised to "sue them if necessary" if they didn't pay for their campfire songs. And he was particularly insistent that ASCAP wasn't picking on the Girl Scouts, even though it has already collected fees from 16 Girl Scout camps this year. Any fees collected from the Scouts will be returned, he said.
In the wake of news stories and editorials picturing ASCAP throttling tiny, hopeful renditions of "Puff the Magic Dragon," Candilora said the organization had been besieged with protests from both the public and its songwriter members.

Jeebus Frickin' Murphy.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

On-line Orgasmic Simulation!

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Welcome to the Vancouver Courier - On Line - News

Welcome to the Vancouver Courier - On Line - News Heh. And CTV was here at the house today. I better start cleaning out my wallet. I'm going to need some more room in there soon. Heh.

(Ya, it's sarcasm.)

Friday, April 29, 2005

Just a quick one...

Just a quick one...

I'm on my way home from the smokes store, walking up the sidewalk this morning when accross the street from me a woman with a baby in a pull cart steps into the crosswalk and holds up her hand to make the speeding cars stop. A huge truck screeches to a stop. She walks across giving everyone distainful looks.

A minute or so later she is at least 50 feet behind me on the sidewalk when I hear "That cigarette is killing me!"

I bristle and just keep walking ignoring her. She repeats herself, only louder this time "That cigarette is killing me!"

I spin around and say "I hope so".

She says "What do you mean by that?"

I said "I'd rather live in a world of smokers than a world of grumpy people" but I might have said "assholes" instead of "grumpy people".

I turned around and kept walking. She turned the corner and went to the hospital. I hope she has some kind of horrible disease.

Smokers have rights too.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

No Notice of Disconnection Part 1

Have I ever said here I hate Shaw Cable? Is that a hate crime? Put me in jail.

My cable was shut off this afternoon. The guide and everything was still there so I knew they had cut me off. Besides it's Thursday, and that's the day that they usualy cut you off (so you can pay friday and have cable on the weekend when deadbeats have their kids over.) Don't ask me how I know this.

Okay, ask me. It's because they shut off my cable LAST MONTH and made me pay them $470. I am caught up. I phoned Customer service to straighten this out. I was on hold for an HOUR before getting a frustrated jerk on the phone. While I was waiting I phoned the automated billing department on my cell phone and was told I owed them $597. I know I owe them $130 for this month, so obviously they've not written down the money I gave them LAST MONTH.

Finaly the frustrated jerk is asking if he can help me. I tell him my cable is out and he checks and tells me I haven't paid my bill, and there's nothing he can do for me. He askes if I'd like to speak to someone in billing. That sounded like a good idea to me right up 'till when he transfered me to "billing" and I got a recording giving me office hours (they were closed) and then a voicemail box where I left a message something like "Closed? But I just waited an hour. The guy just transfered me to a closed office. I was on the phone for an hour." It was a realy whiney voice too.

So now I don't know what to think. I'm not calling customer service again If I have to wait for an HOUR to talk to a jerk that can do nothing for me. I look at the numbers in the phone book. Repair, Customer Service (Ha!), Shaw Internet, something called "Locates", and Administration. I figure my internet is out too, and they'd be less busy. I poke phone buttons untill I get "business internet" who I figure is doing not much on a thursday at 10 pm. This time after only a little bit of shitty music and adfotainment on hold I get another live human.

After a bit of explaining (and some payment history checks) she seems to agree with my ascertion that I do not owe them so much. She says she can turn on my modem and my TV, but I'll have to phone customer service to sort out the problem because she is only in a small branch of internet help, and can't access that other stuff. She puts me on hold for another five minutes, and I stare at the empty screen and listen to another add telling me about the "extreme internet" I could be getting for only an extra $10 a month.

The TV flickers back to life, she comes back on line, and we're done. For today. Check back tomorrow.


Ask anyone.


Sunday, April 24, 2005

Feeling like a scorched squirrel

A new Pope, a federal government in disgrace, an engagement and impending marriage, the loss of a dear friend, an uncertain housing situation and related massive clean-up, and a total lack of ideas, motivation and money have resulted in my being tardy on the art front.

It's just so hard to concentrate on the frivolous. I feel a bit like this guy.

Electrocuted squirrel

Firstly: The new Pope. "Ratty" is a German. The last Pope was Polish. If there's a god, he really digs irony. (Heh, or not I suppose.) The Cardinals made a quick decision this time as I suppose a lot of this was worked out in advance. The guy before John Paul only lasted a month or so, and it seemed to take quite a bit longer that time. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not a "Popie" or anything, it's just that there’s a billion Christians out there and they scare me a little. It’s good to keep an eye on these people.

The Gomery inquiry: 'Ow do you say? "Tip of zee iceberg?". In my jaded opinion, and I've said it again and again, ACCOUNTABILITY! How can any government expect ethics and responsibility from it's citizenry with all that going on. You're blind if you don't think this is happening at all levels of government, and in the private sector as well. Add up all the money that is "lost" in a decade due to theft arrogance and greed just in Canada alone. Again, my opinion here, but if everyone was truly accountable we probably wouldn't need a federal income tax. You can expect to hear a lot more on this from me in the future. I’m watching it live every day and I'm fucking laughing, but only on the outside.

J and I are getting married. This May we will have been together for 9 years. It's just time to do it we thought. We're trying not to make a big deal of it. I mean, hardly a "white wedding" after almost a decade with her. At least my mother will know how to introduce her now. I only just proposed yesterday. The wedding is in two weeks. Now we can tell everyone about our "whirlwind engagement" of only a fortnight.

RIP "Muffie" one of my favorite kitties. This kind of thing is very hard on me. *Sniff*

Most of the block I live on has been sold to developers. The elderly couple that lived in the house next door for over thirty years moved out. A week or two ago new neighbours moved in. I feel certain these guys are going to show up in an episode of my cartoon "Sharon" if not on an episode of "To serve and Protect". One of the first things these ancient wisened junkies did was drive a Harley into the basement. After 15 minutes of reving, squealing tires, cursing and drinking, the bike is inside. One of the old liquor soaked zombies says "I guess I’ll stand guard tonight."

His buddy says "Do you want my gun?"

Fuck. I'm cleaning up around here and this happens next door. I hear these guys are buddies of the landlord. Can you say "Rent reduction?" How about "peacefull enjoyment" etc.? One of these bastards took a piss in the garden ten feet from us as we were having drinks on the back porch last night. I hate vulgar displays of stupidity and now I have to deal with a house full of T.C.O.T.C.'s RIGHT NEXT DOOR. Double fuck.

To live in exciting times. That was a curse, wasn't it?

Thursday, February 24, 2005



I got up this morning, and like most mornings, started thinking about what I didn't have. Over the last week, I ran out of milk for coffee for several days and had the usual struggle for smokes as well. Today I had one smoke left, but a few dollars in the bank, so I headed out the front door to go down to the gas station for more. I hadn't gotten across the threshold before noticing the little green tag on the doorknob.

DISCONNECT NOTICE Your Gas Service has been Disconnected.

I owed them $166.63. I called the special number to find out what I could do. The semi-nasty corporate type on the other end said I would have to pay the whole amount, which (including this month's bill I haven't got yet) was $338.76. Oh, and I'd have to pay a $55.00 reconnection fee, and Oh, there was tax on that of $3.85 too, but it will be on my next bill... oh and on that bill, we're going to have to increase your security deposit (currently $200.00) by $80.00.

Okay... so I've got until 2:00pm to pay, or I've got to pay $95.00 (plus tax, I suppose) for the "after hours re-connect". So quick like a bunny I call J in a panic and she gives me the credit card number. I call the special number again. The recorded robot voice tells me there is a "service charge" for using the credit card to pay the bill. The voice assures me that Terasen doesn't keep this extra money, but gives it to some other company.

The charge is a flat fee of $6.00 plus $2.45 for each $100.00 owing. The robot voice tells me what to do. I poke buttons. Total on the credit card $ 349.11.

Now I have to phone the special number again, to tell them I just paid the $349.11 and get them to send the guy around to turn the gas on. "Will you be home?" she asks.

Then she tells me that if I miss the guy when he comes, he will take the tag off the meter but not turn on the gas. I'd have to hire a certified gas guy to come and turn it on and light the pilot lights. I didn't ask how much that costs, as I'm sure she couldn't have told me anyway.

She goes on to say that if I went on an equal payment automatic withdraw plan, I wouldn't be incurring these costs. I went on to say "What happens if the payment doesn't go through?"

We decided not to find out, fuck you very much. I told her I wished they weren't the only game in town, and that this seemed like a lot of money on what was a $166.63 oversight.

"Thanks for choosing Terasen" she said.

Now I'm waiting for the gas guy. I can't really do anything productive, because I can't hear the front door from the studio. It's a good thing, in a way, that I don't have a regular job (or a gas stove for that matter) or I wouldn't even find out about this until 5:30. It's already getting cold in here. Now I have to go move all that crap away from in front of the furnace and water heater.

J is down there on one of the other computers paying the overdue hydro bill before THOSE bastards stick something sharp in our household's rear. Just how much are we paying for late fees, service charges, handling fees, reactivation charges, service application fees and extra taxes? Not to mention the "security deposit" most of these thieves have taken from me that I'm not making a dime in interest from. I've been a customer since before these companies were formed, and now they don't trust me. I very dearly would love to "get off the grid". My research is showing that under the right conditions, this might even be possible now, but at great expense.

4:00pm... still waiting.

4:40pm ...the gas is on, the pilot lights are lit. A nice guy comes to save the day. He's on his hands and knees lighting the water heater when I apologize for the mess. He says "That's okay, I've seen a lot in the 30 years I've been working for the gas company. "

"A little while ago, I was at a call in West Van. You know, and I've got a big mouth. After I switch out this woman's meter, and re-light her pilot lights, she looks kind of distraught. So I open my big mouth and say to her "You seem troubled, is there anything I can do for you?""

She says "Three days ago I caught my husband in bed with another man".

He instantly regrets saying anything to her and can't wait to get out of there. She starts taking off her clothes, and showing him her ass. She says, "Why do you think he was with a man? Is there anything wrong with this ass?"

As he's running out of the house, a truck pulls into the driveway with a huge guy in it. Gas guy explains about the meter change, and the huge gronk goes inside. As our man is leaving the driveway he hears from inside the house "So I suppose you fucked him too!"

I shouldn't have called this space "The Official Wes Bay Blog". I should have called it "Living Beyond Our Means on the North Shore". But I'll have to admit for the $60.00 or so extra all this cost it was a better entertainment value per hour than the "I Robot" DVD I just bought.

That reminds me. I owe the Cable company $400.00 too. Sigh.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Hey Marty...

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Big Lady Jumping Jacks

Sunday, February 06, 2005

The Karut:

Johnius carutta (Karut croaker)

Actinopterygii (ray-finned fishes)

Perciformes (perch-like fish)


Scientific Name:
Johnius carutta

Other Scientific Name(s):
Sciaena carutta, Johnius carulta

Common Name:

Other Common Names:
Karut croaker

Indo-West Pacific: From Pakistan eastward to the west coast of Malay Peninsula, extending eastward to Thailand.

Why do I care?

J an I just bought a page from 'Allgemeine Naturgeschichte der Fische' by Marcus Elieser Bloch. A natural history fish study from a first edition of the finest ichthyology color plate set ever produced, published in 1782-95. Vol 1 to 3 of a 12 volume set pertained to German fishes "Oeconomische Naturgeschichte der Fische Deutschlands", and the work we found was originaly in the illustrated book that came with volumes 4 to 12 describing foreign fishes, 'Ausländische Fische'. The hand-colored copperplate engravings reproduce the bright natural coloring of the fish.

Plate #356 "Karut" by J.F Hennig

The Antiques Roadshow punchline?

A 220 year old rare print for $5 at the crap store.

Don't hate us, we studied hard for this kind of luck.

Heh. :)

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Clack clack clack... an old highway reads like a new page. The lights go by. Brighter brighter all the way to Vegas. Words bump into each other in my empty swollen and shrinking head. Click click click... The guide tracks to a highway song. The steering wheel is round then not round then round. Want to see something realy scary? I don't know if I want to anymore, but I cannot resist the pull.

As the first round of chemical amusment fades the second wave comes on strong. My travelling companion, the thug in the seat next to me, has enough time to say "burning hair" before slipping into an epileptic seisure. No more marching powder for him. Sick is twisted but unwinding slowly.

Three, two, one... A highway sign seems to walk on giant stilty legs toward the space and time the car will occupy. It kicks at the door as we thunder by. A near miss. Bastard signs want us to leave before we get there. Out of the light to black.

The thug is awake again. I can't spare the time to explain what happened to the time. I only manage to say "It's all relative".

We are in agreement. Clack, clack, clack.

Friday, January 28, 2005

"It's La Scala", she shreiked. I was in the Hospital Auxiliary Thrift store the other day. It needs to have a play written about it.

I just wrote an outline for a great story. I was going to post it here, but it might be a keeper. I'm laughing my ass off.


Just thought of something else. Be back later.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Besides ZeD there are a few other animation/art sites I visit form time to time. One of them is the Big Cartoon Forum . Sometimes when I start to wonder if I'm getting any better at helping people to laugh, I go and see what others consider good and or funny.

I find this:

If suddenly someone tells you that he`s going to give you 15 sitcoms in DVD (All seasons), which sitcoms would you like to have?


In my case...


Someone else answers back:

....those are great but I'd have to pick

1-The Mickey Mouse Club
2-That 70's Show
3-The Adams Family
4-Mr Ed
5-Faggle Rock
6-Crank Yanker
7-Silver Spoons
8-Carol Bernett Show
9-The Love Boat
10-Fantasy Island
11-Tales of the Golden Monkey
13-Superstation Funtime
14-Iron Chef
15-Sex in the City

I can't begin to tell you how depressed that makes me.
I'm debating if I should put the foot bath where the cat box should be. SHE has put the sandless box (mit schizen) on the back porch. It will be a long night. Cats will be in. It's cold out there. Welcome to 2005.

With a huge chunk of the world still hanging 10 after a massive wave I feel a little luckier suddenly.