It's funny cause it's true....

Q: WHY WERE HURRICANES NORMALLY NAMED AFTER WOMEN?
A: Because when they come, they're wild and wet. But when they go, they take your house and car with them.

About Montreal

I always talk about Montreal in my posts on MyPoliticophobia, so I figured I'd post a little tourism video that tries its best to describe this complex city in a 2 and a half minute presentation. Enjoys...

The disappearance of Muchacho

A few people have been asking me why I've been offline for the last few months, why I'm not writing, what I'm doing to fill my days. I usually give them some bullshit story about being homeless for a while and my life drastically changing in very little time.. But I think that it's time, for you, the readers to finally know the truth.

I'm part (or was part) of a super secret governmental agency called C.R.A.P. and I my job with CRAP is to investigate paranormal phenomena...

My last mission was to investigate the case of the missing beer bottles. All over the city of Montreal complaints were received from bar owners and liquor store owners alike saying they were running out of beer at an alarming rate.

So I was placed "on the inside" as an undercover agent. I infiltrated every Irish pub and every liquor store in the city posing as an alcoholic trying to see where all the missing booze was going.

I did a great job, most if not all of the bar owners thought I was a drunk, but in truth I was just doing it to blend in, so that the enemy would not know that I am CRAP. So I drank and drank, I kept my eyes open, I drank and drank and drank some more.

There's a saying that says "Working is the bane of the drinking class" well I'm not sure how that fits in to this situation because in effect, drinking WAS my work.

I'm back now, in case no one noticed, because the mission failed. Not because I wasn't good at my job. In fact it's over because I was too good at my job, I drank so much there was no beer left for the thieves and now I'm on paid vacation.

Cheers, I'll drink to that.

Kiss concert in Miami (part 1)

So yeah in a post a while back Wendy promised you that I would upload a compilation video of the Kiss concert we attended in Miami... Well folks, the video is finished, but no matter which kiss song I put to it, Youtube keeps sending me these copyright infringement emails and they keep deleting the sound.

So I'd like your opinion as to what you'd like to hear as a soundtrack to my little short film instead of a kiss song? Leave it in the comments and I'll make it happen!

Scratch that for now... apparently they're leaving the sound on this time... watch it while it lasts.

For my Grandfather...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Para los que leen nuestro blog

Bueno primero que todo les pido disculpa por pasar tanto tiempo sin publicar nada, pero es que hay veces que simplemente no te puedes sentar a descansar ni 2 segundos. Y en este caso es asi, pues estamos al tope !!! Deya se esta mudando y casi nunca tiene internet; muchacho tambien se esta mudando y tiene cantidad de trabajo; y yo tengo un monton de trabajo de la escuela que hacer que no me dan un respiro y para colmo estoy enferma.
Pero no se preocupen que para cuando empesemos a escribir, tendremos barias historias que les van a gustar y algunos chismes!!!!.... Los ojos me arden... Nos vemos en unos dias... mua!!!!