the idiot guitar god neighbour is in performance mode again right now. stupid little moron. do you know what really insecure, neurotic glamour people are like? so needy and so desperate.

glamour culture teaches people that there is not enough love to go around, and you have to push your image, push your personal power to get what you want. he is trying to make the building shake.

like i have said many times, he should go find a stripper bar downtown and find someone to give him some attention. we do not want to listen to him. the acoustic space here in this building does not belong to him. stupid, useless, needy, desperate little man.

it is nice to have some peace and quiet this long
weekend. the street noise all last week was tough.
we have had big, dinosaur-sized vehicles on the
street and sidewalk right in front of my shack.

anyway, the idiot guitar god who lives in the next
building has decided to give us an impromptu concert
on his bass, trying to make this whole building shake.
he is thinking that on the long weekend the police
will not respond to noise complaints at this hour.

this hopeless little shit of a person does absolutely
nothing to help improve the life of this neighbourhood.
he is a selfish, insecure, needy, desperate little
puke of a person. he has a fucking recording studio
to play in if he wants to play loud. he is playing for
us at this volume because he is so needy and useless.
such a goddam nuisance he is! now he sounds hostile
and angry.

it is nice to have some peace and quiet once the
street work chaos is finished for the weekend. but
my idiot neighbour in the building to the south of
me is playing his bass guitar very loud. he wants
to give us a concert. he thinks we need it.

pathetic little needy, creepy, useless man he is.
i feel so sorry for him. so desperate and lonely.
he should go downtown to one of the stripper bars
and find someone to pay attention to him.

we just want him to shut up.

fucking tedious little moron. just as the street
work noise is subsiding a little bit, the guitar
god neighbour starts to play loud. he is most
definitely not in his little recording studio.

pathetic little shit of a man!

lordymama! i had such a dynamite hard-boppin run
in the huge big sprawling wooded park beside my shack.
i think it is the 5th time this season, with the most time
spent in continuous running. i also did strides, lunges,
and a little bit of plyometric bop for the first time;
bounding, stomping and depth jumps. i did keep that up
during the winter, though, while walking.

clear and sunny sky, but windchill of -10C. i stopped to
visit the grave of princess betty again. she is doing
okay, and i am satisfied that i buried her deep enough.
the dogs and foxes cannot dig her up.

i also like to do tree thumping. banging my bones against
the tree, shoulders and thighs and back. try to push the
tree sideways. it is a poor man's workout.

run/walk for 70 minutes, then come back, strip off my
sweaty clothes, and get down on floor for 333 pushups
done in 9 sets, reaching 73 on last exhaustion set.
and then 180 crunches and trunk twists in 5 sets.
i do enjoy naked workout down on the floor.

i feel good like i know i should. poor, but happy.

princess betty is skyclad now. thank you for all the good
words of support. she was a very lovely, sweet and comical
cat. she was a very good companion to buster and me.

the strange thing is that i really assumed that buster
would be the first to go. he is perhaps 19 years old,
and is quite feeble and frail now.

so, anyway, i buried betty up in the huge sprawling
wooded park right beside my shack. i had to chose a spot
on the south side where the snow has already melted off,
and the ground was diggable. this spot is right beside
one of my favourite deep woods running trails. many
big massive oak trees surrounding her resting place.

so now every time i go for a walk or run i can stop
and say hello to her and let her know how things
are going.

thanks again, all of youse.

i most likely will not be around much in these
next few days. betty, the persian long hair cat
who has been here with buster and i for the past
five years is in very bad shape with suspected
pulmonary embolism.

today is euthanasia day. very sad business.

it is that time of year when the ground begins to wake
up. the trees are starting to do that mysterious process
of pumping water and nutrients upwards to feed the furious
growth of the new leaf buds and shoots. it is sugar shack
time. sometimes i put my head up against the maple tree
to hear the groaning liquid surge.

we got rain and warm temps now with slush everywhere.

the street work is going along at a good pace now that the
snow is not impeding it. those big, big men with such
hairy, hairy asses are working hard. bang, bang, bang,
thump, thump, thump, rumble, rumble, rumble.

but right outside of my window they have set up a water
pump and propane powered generator to keep it going.
the generator makes a droning sound all night long. it
is not all that loud, but i realize that i can hear it
all night, even with earplugs. all things considered i
can live with it. it is just at that frequency that
irritates.

it is not a cat's ass trophy.

these blogs are probably not so interesting to read.
but i do feel better if i just vent my spleen in this
whole big deal upheaval with all the chaos on the
street in front of my shack.

they stopped working maybe 30 minutes ago, or not even
that. and then suddenly, just when we began to relax
and stop grinding our teeth will all the constant bang
bang bang bang digging up the street and the deep rock
beneath, way down deep, lo and behold the idiot guitar
god neighbour has to start concertizing for us!

i just want him to shut the fuck up! it does not belong
to him! he does not own the acoustic space of my home!
he never did! he never will!

we have discussed it before. we will call the police
if he keeps going. it does not belong to him. we just
want some peace and quiet and a break from all the noise.

once in a while we get a break from the drilling
and pounding and digging sounds that are coming
from the street work. the crews move down to
the other site, more remote from us.

it is nice to have just even a five minute break
from the noise. they start at dawn and don't finish
until sundown.

but sometimes it is predictable disappointment
when the idiot guitar god, stupid little shit
of a man decides it is a good time to concertize
for everybody. he does not play when the street
noise is really loud. he needs everyone to stop
what they are doing, what they are listening to,
and just pay attention to him.

if this man had any real apparent need to practice
for some kind of project that benefits the neighbour-
hood, then it would be more bearable. but he is
a pathetic little, lonely, greedy little buggar.
he has lots of money. for fuck sake, he has a whole
recording studio in his condo! he does not need
to make noise for us. when he plays loud in the studio
we do not mind at all.

but i am sure that he is too claustrophobic in there
all by himself. if he was not so tedious, so needy
and so useless and desperate he might even be a
good neighbour, and be accepted by everybody, instead
of playing this mythological façade of the great
guitar god who owns all of this acoustic space.

he is just a pathetic little shit of a man.