Belinda Stronach? Tia Carrere?

Tie Domi gets more action then Wilmer Valderama.

Mr. Domi, you're a shining example that no talent bums can snag Billionaire MPs and B-list actresses. You've given hope to us all, kudos.

This article is brilliant. And exceptionally relevant given Mr. Karzai's recent visit to Ottawa.

Gwynne Dyer on the new "War on drugs."

Mr. Dyer is who I'm gonna ask what to do when the shit hits the fan. It's bad enough that the Western world has to fight a flawed and misled "war on drugs" that we will never win, but now we are imposing our will on the rest of world in the name of "freedom".
Many Afghan farmers have been farming poppies for generations, and now those very same crops are being eradicated because they are inconvenient and illegal in our view. The human race is resilient, and duh, they are going to do what gives them the best option to survive. Opium poppies and to a lesser extent cannabis plants are exponentially more profitable than most crops, and grow exceptionally well in the Afghan climate. So the British and American (and quite possibility Canadian as well) are essentially shooting themselves in the foot. An occupying force will never successfully win the hearts and minds of the invadees if they take away their most profitable means of survival. As Mr. Dyer points out, it's profitable enough that people will always do it, regardless of its legality, so why fight it? Doing so just leads farmers and victims of this policy to support us even less then they already do, and is one of the many reasons the Taliban are proving so resilient.
Perhaps instead of dumping all of the money they are into eradicating such a abundant resource, they should as Mr Dyer reccomends, invest it into purchasing at top dollar, and pursuing legal avenues for using it. Morphine, as well as other opium derivatives still have legitimate medical uses around the world. If anything we should just stop eradicating a fledgling country's most profitable resources. Then Afghanistan would have a viable option to rebuild a country we have essentially destroyed in the name of self defense.

So after spending most of the afternoon sleeping, I seem to be left with a wakeful night of nothing to do. So allow me to fill you in what's up.

- Am currently employed with Telus and will be making mad bank soon enough.
- This past weekend I attended my very first pro sports event, and witnessed my beloved Calgary Stampeders destroy the hapless Bluebombers of Winnipeg. It should be mentioned that it SNOWED, so me and Chels returned home shivering and with blue lips (thanks hon!).
- Spend Saturday night dressed up as Kevin Federline and drinking cheap tequila. GOOD TIMES.
- I will hopefully be attending both this and this so I mave have the chance to molest and heckle both Jared Leto and Ricky Williams.
What a city.

The new muthafuckin' rat pack.

So allow me to summarize the past few weeks.

PEI kicked the shit out of me. My very first night out I received a broken nose, the night of Dan's wedding I woke up under a car in Sherwood in a tuxedo and lost my cell phone, oh and and I got pepper sprayed and spent a night in the drunk tank after urinating off a bar balcony. I saw a lot of people I sorely missed, and didn't see even more. The time went by way fast and I found myself barely fitting in my dying grandmother (my "healthy" grandmother I didn't see at all). The entire trip I was abhorrently irresponsible and I found myself needing a vacation from my "vacation". I also will in all likelihood be paying back my mother until the year 2059.
My time there was entirely weird. Since I got back I've been trying to find a coherent way to put it into words. August is always a crazy month for me psychologically, and a trip back home was entirely too much for my brain to handle. I consumed enough drugs to make up for my 4 month hiatus, and enough Rev to give me diabetes. Consciously or not, I burned all kinds of bridges and I made a complete fool out of myself, because "Fuck, why does it matter?"
Everywhere I went I would hear Dashboard Confessional or Stone Temple Pilots or Blink 182 in my head, and everything I saw and did made me sickeningly nostalgic. The whole visit had a shocking Garden State-ness to it. I was home. Or was I? PEI will always be my home up here *points to head* but things didn't feel right, everything there felt vaguely foreign, as if I had lived it in a past life, and my interactions with people were completely different. I found myself feigning a different personality for myself in order to facilitate social interactions. Everything from family to friends, it's almost as if I wouldn't be loved if I came back "the current Matt." It's really exceptionally difficult to explain, but suffice it to say I will always miss PEI people, but I didn't (and don't) miss PEI's bullshit.