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So on Saturday Dana WR and I climbed Grouse Mountain. It's about 1.5 times as tall as the CN Tower in Toronto, the tallest building in the world (is it even, still?). So basically we did the stairs on the CN tower 1.5 times in an hour and fifteen minutes. When we got to the top we ate veggie burgers and drank a good, dark beer. For people who haven't done it, it looks like this:
Except this isn't even a very steep part. At some parts the stairs are like, 2 feet tall each.
Every time I cross something off my Grand Scheme To Do List something inevitably fills up the space. While on the mountain (sweating, shirtless and out of breath) we talked about Wes Anderson movies (what with Dana having a huge Zissou / Tennenbaums tattoo) and he remembered that awesome scene where Bill Murray is up on the diving board in Budweiser shorts. He looks around in this awesome I don't really give a shit way, then finishes off a highball, drags from a cigarette and then cannonballs into the pool.
This is now on my list. Not just in body, but in spirit.
I'm going to Victoria today to finish off the new Loose Teeth book, Legitimate Art. While I'm there I'm hopefully going to pick up the Teethmobile, a red 1994 Dodge Caravan. When I get back I'm building a sweet tour bed in the back with book storage underneath; then I'm stencilling a huge tooth on the hood, and an Against Me! quote on the back. Then: a test drive to the Olympic National Park.
(I smell a Mountain Equiptment Co-op splurge)
Except this isn't even a very steep part. At some parts the stairs are like, 2 feet tall each.
Every time I cross something off my Grand Scheme To Do List something inevitably fills up the space. While on the mountain (sweating, shirtless and out of breath) we talked about Wes Anderson movies (what with Dana having a huge Zissou / Tennenbaums tattoo) and he remembered that awesome scene where Bill Murray is up on the diving board in Budweiser shorts. He looks around in this awesome I don't really give a shit way, then finishes off a highball, drags from a cigarette and then cannonballs into the pool.
This is now on my list. Not just in body, but in spirit.
I'm going to Victoria today to finish off the new Loose Teeth book, Legitimate Art. While I'm there I'm hopefully going to pick up the Teethmobile, a red 1994 Dodge Caravan. When I get back I'm building a sweet tour bed in the back with book storage underneath; then I'm stencilling a huge tooth on the hood, and an Against Me! quote on the back. Then: a test drive to the Olympic National Park.
(I smell a Mountain Equiptment Co-op splurge)