lovehatethings

Ensconced in the lovehatethings bunker in Hamilton, Ontario while Snowmageddon 2 (or Snowpocalypse 2) rages outside, I have at it in a multi-faceted diatribe.

On the celebratory event of the 1000th post to the lovehatethings.com blog and podcast emporium, I delve into an esoteric ramble about the possibility of us all being puppets and the slow road to bloody revolution.

Oh, and a light-hearted look at my top picks of CES. (How 'bout NO!)

A podcast that's quite a bit different from normal, and not one I'm completely comfortable with. That said, this should be a place where I can take creative risks and let the chips fall where they may.

Celebrated Summer (Bob Mould)

Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower.
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour.

I guess I'd better think up a way to spend the time.
Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime.
Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around?
It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around.

Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band,
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand.

Was this your celebrated summer? Was this your celebrated summer?

When the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds.
A summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there.

Do you remember when the first snowfall fell?
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell?

Was that your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?

When the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds.
Was that your celebrated summer?

Just because... "with a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound he pulls the spitting high tension wires down."

Finding happiness in the seemingly insignificant.

The end to my multi-day saga of getting home FROM the holidays.

Imagine this covered in snow. 

The depressing saga of me being stuck in Flagstaff where they have no casino, free liquor, or scantilly-clad showgirls... after all, it's too cold.