Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts

Monday, September 13, 2010

This convenience of the modern area brings you the music of another age..

So I'm sitting here in the apartment without pants, listening to Joni Mitchell music.

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.

But all I can think about is that scene in Love Actually where Emma Thomson's character realizes that her husband is having an affair. And she's just an emotional lump of hurt-bag, listening to Joni Mitchell. The woman who taught that cold-English wife how to feel.

But allllll these youtube comment boards keep talking about how sad it is that Joni Mitchell is dead.

What?

Don't fret people. I googled it for ya, and Joni Mitchell is very much alive and well.

Jeeze, I'd kill to interview her.

And continuing with your musical education, here's a hit from Woodstock '69.



Soulful. Passionate. He exudes sex.

But can it compare to... this?



The comments section on this one keep giggling about the line, "I get high with a little help from my friends."

McCartney's attitude about cannabis was made public in the 1960s.

What's so wrong with that?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Buy me a leather jacket..

And we begin ... I'm standing in the drive way, I may or may not be smoking something illegal. I can hear the unrelenting wail of sirens on Danforth. A parking-enforcement car slows down. And shines a light into the interior of my '91 Escort. And I think, "Oh shit. I better move my car off the street! I'm gonna get a ticket!" I wonder who they were looking for. And more importantly, what did they do?

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Sorry. *PuppyDogEyes* Please forgive me...

Poor neglected blog. There's been far too much procrastination and general tomfoolery in my life (perfect blog fodder, I know) Plus, pesky journalism keeps getting in the way of things. Oh, but I have BIG plans for this blog for the summer. Be patient. May 1st will usher in a NEW era of shenanigans. Quickly though, because I know that you, loyal reader, are chomping at the bit. In online meeting today, we all were shamed by our editors. Shame, shame, BAAAAAAD journalists. WHY? No one attended the 4/20 rally, where the shit went down. I guess we were all caught up in our own celebrations :)