Friday, July 31, 2009

Less than 5 hours.

4 hours and 44 minutes.

Howdy kids - yer old pal Scrub here at the keyboard.

It is a Friday morning! And, here in the Great White - it is also the lead up to a summertime long weekend. We all gots Monday off here - Civic Holiday long weekend. But, us Canucks all like to try and sneak in a couple extra hours here and there for long weekends. And Scrub ain't no different.

The 'ol Scrub timeclock is shuttin down 'round 2pm today (Eastern Standard Time, in case ya'll wanna grab a cocktail to celebrate with me). And, the long weekend will begin. Oh - dudes and dudettes... this is somethin that yer Uncle Scrubbie is lookin forward to.

The wife and me - thinking of checking out some tall ships this weekend. (I know... exciting eh? Control yourselves). There's also a "lighted kite" festival. (Again - control your hysteria) Hurricane and her two punks will likely be in the picture. No doubt the kid will drag along a couple of his punk pals here and there. Cocktails. Some tunes. Oh ya baby. Bring it on.

4 hours 31 minutes.
Hey - I promised ya a couple of pics.

Here they are.


Ya - he's the knob that fancies motorsports speed in a parking lot filled with punk kids. Sure - there's points to be had in takin a few of them out. But - seriously...

So - here's DTTG's go-kart that I was mentioning.

If ya'll please direct your attention to pic 1. Notice the hood unlatched. But, in the interest of safety, DTTG has utilized one of Scrub's favouritist things - the bungee cord - to ensure the hood don't fly up into DTTG's field of vision while taking parking lots at high speed.

Now, if you'll glimpse your gaze on to pic #2. You can see here why DTTG has earned his monikor.
Again - the trunk (or boot for ya'll visitin from across the pond) - ajar - BUT, safely and securely held down by means of duct tape.

Sure - I have a Y chomosone and do appreciate duct tape. Seriously. I do. Love the stuff.
Use it all the time. (even love the smell of it. Guys - back me up here. )

The sound of it shhheppping off the roll as you tug. Takin yer teeth to one edge to get that rip. The joy of battling the sticky when you have a strip of the stuff more than 30 cm (or 12" for all the imperials in the room) long. Oh ya.

And the ultimate satisfaction of running yer paw along the tapes silvery, textured backside as you firmly press it to achieve full adhesion. Be right back. Gotta have a smoke and grab somethin to eat.

Ok - I'm back.

BUT - even with my sincere love of duct tape... ya'll gotta admit - this is a bit over the top.
Personally - I'd prefer to see DTTG cover the whole gokart in duct tape. Make a statement.

4 hours, 24 minutes.

Oh hey - our pals, the Tattoo people who live in the middle of nowhere (and are also the kid's punk pal Eddy Haskell's inked mamma and inked pappa) - it's their 10th wedding annie today. Happy Anniversary! We love ya! (Ink'd Mamma - I know what the 'ol boy has planned for ya! Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!)

4 hours, 19 minutes.

Ink'd Mamma is gonna kick Scrub's arse when she sees him next. *grin

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