All sorts of weird things happen around here. For example(s): Two days ago we happened upon a skunk outside our dorm. Obviously, we chased it with a stick until it bolted for refuge underneath our mini wooden deck thing -- actually, it is more like a crate, which functions as a weak deck -- anyway this is digressive -- back to the point: the crate is lifted by one intrepid soul and the other fellows chucked walnuts at this sucker (these other fellows had walnuts because they previously been attempting to hurl walnuts at a raccoon who had stolen some of their garbage). The skunk was becoming pissed and thus it was decided to liquidate it before it begins to spray us with heinous gases. So they grab spears and begin to rocket these spears, like you would to hunt a whale, at our poor little anti-hero. But this little bugger refused to die and sprayed out pungent, toxic fumes and we fled like mad in fear of this poisonous mist that would cause even Cal Dewitt to lose some of his charismatic charm. Our entire living room reeked of old moribund monks- I mean skunks. The skunk had won. This is until five minutes later when some creation-hatin' folks returned with cherry bombs and fried that little SOB.
In other news, the referendum was rejected by nebbish Ontarians and the Liberals maintained their majority despite four years of worn rhetoric regarding every salient issue one could think of. If the referendum had passed the NDP and Green Party would have more seats and the Ontarian population would of been better represented; but John Tory -- the perennial loser of the Progressive Conservatives -- dissuaded enough of populace from doing so.
On to more important matters: Radiohead released In Rainbows to much praise from your own anti-hero. It sounds more lush to me, almost akin to some of my shoegazing heros. The lyrics are melancholic as always and listening to the album more than three times-a-day will result in a bout of depression.
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