This is what my brain looks like when it bleeds:

Went home (like home home) this weekend for Canada's oldest annual fair: The Williamstown fair. I'm from Williamstown Ontario. Brought my house mate and good friend Steve MF Crane with me too. And in so doing (going home, not bringing Steve) I've realized how staggeringly I've changed since my arrival in Guelph. I saw my friends, and they're all very much into being from Williamstown. They farm, and drink, and date within one or two bloodlines... all of which appeals too me about as much as shoving my manhood into a balloon filled to bursting with angered Africanized bees... well... I guess I'd have a beer before having my penis and scrotum ravaged by bees (please note, the spell checker is suggesting I change the word "africanized" to "americanized"... go figure).
My two best friends (Laura and Maggie) very much support me in my new interests (comics, films, writing, and to a lesser extent gaming), but many of my "side friends" (Keep in mind this is not ALL of them, many were just as supportive as my girls) only ask when and where I will be getting drunk next. I found myself feeling out of place in my hometown, which is off-setting to say the least. This feeling was only compounded by the fact that I know so many god-damned people in that tiny tiny place. Every two seconds I was hugging or being hugged, and time after time, after asking something to the effect of "what's up with you?", the answer being returned was "same old". When my friends then asked me what it was in fact I myself was up to, I could go on for days about writing, planning websites and comics, writing films (Alex we have to finish that shit), writing video game reviews, etc. While exciting for me, I soon found out that NO ONE FUCKING CARED AT ALL! They wanted to hear "Same Old", and drink beers.
All of this brought me to a fairly startling realization: I'm not from Williamstown anymore. The following philosophy is not for everyone, but for me, as my brother so precisely put it, home is where my stuff is. My physical stuff, my "belongings" if you will, are in Guelph. My psychological stuff, by which I mean my interests, my creative outlets, my meaningful friendships (except for Laura and Maggie who fucking NEED to visit me... whores) are also all in Guelph. The only reason I go to Williamstown now is to see the family (my mom and dad's "stuff" are there), and to see Laura and Maggie (whose stuff I sincerely hope doesn't stay there forever). When I pulled up to my townhouse on Scottsdale Drive, I was home.


That took up a lot of space so I'll throw in some pick of the weeks in various mediums:

Comic: Batman 667
Wasn't a big fan of 666, glad Bruce Wayne is back, and this arc looks like its going to be fucking baaaaaaad-ass. There's a dude wearing some other dudes head-flesh as a fucking hat... what else does it need?

Movie: Bourne Ultimatum
Cool ass fight scenes. Shaky-cam used to perfection. Edge of my seat the whole time. They did a great job of making Bourne feel so lonesome, and always in motion, never getting a chance to rest.

Music: 3
New album "The End Is Begun". My favorite track is called "My Divided Falling". Super cool, brings two of my loves together (High Musicianship, and fucking METAL)

Game: Guitar Hero II (Xbox 360)
Since getting the 360 version I've been reinvigorated by the game. It automatically puts every score you get on the Xbox Live Leader board (upon which I am doing fairly well), has several new and challenging songs (Iron Maiden's "The Trooper"!!!!) and looks freaking AWESOME in High Def (played on my dad's 46" HDTV)

Friends: Laura Lavallée and Maggie Cattanach (I still don't know how to spell your freaking name, which essentially makes me simultaneously both the best and worst friend ever.)
I love you guys and miss you more than you'll ever be able to understand. VISIT! FUCKING NOW!

Enjoy yourselves kids!