Tuesday, December 30, 2014
This fascination with snakes has led me to every reptile themed event I can afford to go to in Halifax. Typically, my friends and I are the only grown-ups not accompanying children there, which is a little weird, but you learn to roll with it. In spite of this, I didn't know that there was a permanent reptile zoo in Dartmouth until fairly recently.
I went to go check it out a week or two ago and I'll be honest, it was a little underwhelming. The fact that it's there is really cool. The place does reptile rescue, rehabilitation, and adoptions which is a very good thing to know (I took a look at the application process for adoptions and it seems like they're really careful with the animals). All that is great, however, the place itself is nestled in a strip mall in the Burnside industrial park, so the zoo has a sort of bland, institutional feel to it. The walls are bare, the enclosures are small and functional. I fucked up on my timing and went there in between feedings so there was nothing really going on except one of the keepers chilling on the floor with a baby alligator.
The staff seemed friendly, but the only other people there were an old dude and his very tiny granddaughter, so I kinda kept to myself and felt like a weirdo. I did talk to the girl who was there briefly about ball pythons when she had one out to show the tiny granddaughter and she obviously knew what she was talking about.
All that being said, I think the biggest problem with the zoo is a lack of traffic, which probably has a lot to do with the fact that nobody knows it's there. I would definitely recommend a visit to people with kids so they can learn a bit about reptiles and interact with them in a safe way. They've got all kinds of cool stuff there, tortoises, crocodiles, an anaconda, caimans, a little monkey, whatever you want. The non-dangerous animals they will take out so kids can touch them. It would also be interesting to go up during a feeding.
Anyway, yeah, not super exciting for disillusioned twenty-somethings, but if you have kids, definitely a good idea to check it out at least once.
Their website with hours and location is here (their site is actually pretty cool for reptile owners and enthusiasts coz it has all kinds of handy information and links, including what exact species are and are not permitted to be kept in Nova Scotia).
Their feeding schedule is here.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Anyway, I picked up a few bottles of this beer yesterday and it's really nothing to write home about. It's not unpleasant but it doesn't have a very strong flavour at all. It's smooth, and it's got a very slight sweet aftertaste but that's about it. If you like mild, inoffensive beers and also microbrews, this is acceptable. It'd be suitable to go with dinner if you were having like chicken or something probably. I prefer my beer to be bold and manly and a meal by themselves but that's just me.
This is brewed by Gahan in PEI - I've had some of their beers before. The Blueberry Ale is really nice (I don't typically like blueberry beers but theirs is an exception), Beach Chair is okay. I want to try their Sydney Street Stout, I'm gonna check and see if they have any at the beer store next time I go. Coz stout is the beer for me. I will report back with my findings.
PEI Brewing Company's website is here.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
|Aww yeeh cocktail fixins|
Sunday, October 5, 2014
|Also pictured, chicken bones. Those ... those are for something else.|
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
So I figured instead of standing there with a stupid look on my face trying to think of some way to answer the questions posed to me by my elders that doesn't make me sound like a total loser, I'd just write up this little dossier on what I'm up to and direct them here whenever they want to know how I'm doing. Clever, yes?
First order of the day: school. Yes I am back in school. No I am not in university. Because I was homeschooled (or rather unschooled if you want to get technical) I don't actually have a highschool diploma so I am taking highschool level prep courses through Dalhousie to meet their pre-requisites. Yes, I know I already got my GED and yes, I know that all of my friends just went straight into university, I just really have a lot of anxiety about failure so I want to make sure I know what I'm doing and I don't totally fuck everything up. I will probably be in first year university by next fall, don't worry. I also probably won't graduate until I'm thirty. I'm enjoying myself, don't rush me.
I am still working at the same place. I know it's not a very illustrious job but again, I enjoy the work and the people I work with, so don't pressure me about it. I'm not going to wash cars for the rest of my life but unless you're going to pay my rent and buy my food I really need to have a job and since I have no skills whatsoever my options are kind of limited in what I can do. That being said, there are a lot worse jobs I could be doing for the money I'm making. I know because I've done them. Don't worry about it, it's a good job and I'm fine.
My roommate and I experienced our very first burglary a few weeks ago, which is, I suppose, a downside of living in the city. I was a little too shocked that such a thing would happen to really process any of it properly but insofar as we can tell it was our former roommate who did it, and he didn't take anything irreplaceable, and it hasn't happened again since. As weird as it sounds I feel like this is some kind of rite of passage, that everybody who lives in a place like Halifax should experience at least one burglary. Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed and if I see the guy I'll set him on fire, I'm just trying to find some small consolation prize to keep me sane.
Other than that I have, by and large, been "keeping out of trouble" (a question pretty nearly everyone asks me and won't accept 'yes' as an answer). I hardly drink, I almost never go leave my house except to go to school and work. Mind you, when I do go out, I go out hard and whatever it is I'm doing looks pretty exciting. The last time I went anywhere it was to my friend's house for jello wrestling (which is exactly what it sounds like). The time before that was with my brother to the Dropkick Murphy's concert in august so as you can tell my excursions are few and far between. That's not a bad thing. I have a lot of stuff to do, and rather enjoy time spent by myself. I socialize just as often as I need to.
My car is still working fine. My brother put subs in it so when you hear somebody go thumping down the road it's not necessarily Tyler, it could also be me.
Keeping on the positive side, I have managed to get to twenty two (almost twenty three actually) without getting pregnant, in spite of all my philandering. So no great-grandbabies for you. I'm sorry. I'm also nowhere near getting shacked up or married so no weddings either. That isn't something I'm remotely interested in so again, don't worry about it.
Finally, I moved house to a great big apartment with a backyard, we've been working on a little garden and have a barbecue. Considering how nice and spacious and conveniently located the place is, our rent is insanely low. The only downside is that there is, apparently, no parking so I've racked up almost a hundred dollars in fines from parking on the street but I hope to get that sorted out at least before the snow starts to fall. Also it looks like my phone might be right on the verge of shitting the bed so don't bother trying to contact me. If I need to get in touch with you I will.
Have a nice day!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
Another habit of mine is to make one big pot of coffee and then drink it one cup at a time until it's gone. Sicne I am only one person and I only usually have one coffee in the morning, I tend to have cold coffee sitting around the house. So lately, on Sunday morning, I've been concocting godawful coffee based beverages containig any and every type of spirit I have lying around the house.
The two following mystery drinks are the results of my Sunday morning tamperings.
Mystery Coffee Drink the First
Sugar and milk (or cream) to taste
1/2 oz. frangelico
1/2 oz. grand marnier
1/2 oz. white cacao
This was one of my first coffee experiments and I figured it would be a good idea to just throw a little bit of all the liqueurs I had in my cabinet into an iced coffee. It was not at all. This drink was like getting punched in the face with flavour. It had no subtlety, no character and it showed me that grand marnier and frangelico do not in any way compliment one another. I don't particularly care for either on their own or as the main ingredient in a drink, but together they are nightmarishly sweet and made the drink taste a lot like what I ould imagine rubbing alcohol would taste like.
Not a success.
Mystery Coffee Drink the Second
Sugar and milk (or cream) to taste
1 oz. white cacao
1/2 oz. grand marnier
This, on the other hand, has become my fallback for Sunday morning coffee. I figured white chocolate and oranges have a certain thing going so there would be no reason for cacao and grand marnier not to. The combination lends the coffee and nice, mild flavour, not too boozey, still a little on the sweet side though. It kinda dulls the bite from the grand marnier a little bit.
This drink isn't great, but it isn't terrible either and until I buy more coffee-appropriate liqueurs, it'll be my go to.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
|yes i know my counters are dirty yes i know my relflection is in the toaster yes i know i know|
I may or may not have mentioned before that I'm not a big fan of white wine because, for the most part, I find they don't reall taste like anything. This is no exception. It's a tangy, wine-flavoured wine, perfectly drinkable but nothing special and it did have a slightly chalky aftertaste.
That being said, though I was too drunk to function when I made my chicken and am incapable of telling you whether it paired well or not, what it did pair surprisingly nicely with was this fucked up thing I made a few days later with quinoa.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
|I already drank it by the time I took this picture.|
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I'm not writing it for you.
I'm writing it for me.
Dear [pick one] ---
I am happy for you.
I wish you and your boring girlfriend nothing but the best during your boring life, filled with boring conversations and boring sex which leads to boring children who grow into boring adults and will bore people like me with tales of their boring childhoods.
You and your unexceptional wife will decay into boring old people who cling desperately to the banalities of your long passed youth until you inevitably succumb to some boring illness.
Your friends and relatives, those that outlive you, will tell mind numbing stories about what a swell guy you were and what a pleasant life you lived.
And your children will be sad. Maybe your grandchildren too.
The world will not know that it sloughed off one of its myriad parasites.
You will not know that the gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction, the growing numbness you felt when you looked into your wife's equally vacant eyes, was derived of boredom.
Boredom made you drive your car too fast, and watch too much television, and drink too much on weekends, and buy more furniture, and eat more chicken nuggets, and talk and talk about your glory days, and cheat on your sweet boring wife with girls like me, and grow fat and far too lazy to break out of the monotony you found yourself locked into.
I am happy for you.
You have settled into a state of inertia which is comfortable and easy and safe.
I am happy for her, the one you chose to keep and grant a lifetime of serene stability.
I'm happier for me.
Even if I'm angry, and hurt, and resentful, I can still feel those things in a way that is meaningful, if only to me.
I can, and I will, fuck and cry and love and hate and make and destroy and hurt those around me who are capable of being hurt and regret it later.
I have so much shit to do.
Stay the fuck out of my way.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
DRIVE A MOTORCYCLE
I've only ever been on a motorcycle once. It was pretty cool. I think it'd be even cooler to be driving it. I don't really want to own one, I just want to go for a rip.
GET FUCKED ON AN AIRPLANE
I know everybody wants to. I'm sort of curious as to how often this actually occurs though. It seems like it would be kinda difficult, at least in "economy class" (or "steerage" as I like to call it). I've never flown anything besides steerage.
I have never done any psychedelic drugs. Preferably I'd like to do them in the desert coz that seems like a great idea.
I want a gigantic tattoo of a dead albatross.
|Somethin like this|
Coz fuck albatrosses, amirite?
VISIT MY HOMELAND
And by my "homeland" I mean the places where my male ancestors came from. Soo Macedonia (Gigeroff) and Northern England (Shackleton).
GO TO MARDI GRAS
This would be the ultimate spring break excursion.
HOT DOG TOUR
I love hot dogs. I want to travel around North America more. What would be better than driving around sampling and reviewing the best hot dogs in this beautiful continent? Getting paid to do it, that's what. Anybody want to chip in on this?
There would be absolutely nothing cooler than hunting with a falcon. Zero things. "No, I don't need a shot gun, I have a fucking falcon that kills shit for me." Boom.
SHARK CAGE DIVING
Cage goes in the water. You go in the water. Shark's in the water.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
I picked up a couple bottles of this to try the other week coz it's from Liverpool and the label is pretty catchy.
And it turned out to be a pretty damn excellent beer. It's rich and nutty but kinda crisp too so you could enjoy it when the weather's hot. It would go great with a meal, especially any kind of big, traditional English meal like roast beef (which is what I had it with).
The flavour reminded me a bit of Picaroons so probably they do the same thing to their hops or whatever it is. Hell Bay is a little bit lighter tasting and doesn't have that stickiness to it. But yeah, if you like Picaroons you'll like this. If you like good beer you'll like this.
You can find them online at hellbaybrewing.com.