ive--rental sedans away!

you guys got the insurance, right?

as we've come to learn in the past, you can't just cross into quebec (or cuabek, to nancy) thinking you still fall into the natural order of the known universe.
this was fine last night when three of us got to watch one of the most amazing spectacles of a sunset in the history of clouds that, if turned upside down would make a pretty convincing go of playing the planet jupiter, turning every shade from bright yellow to blood red over the span of about 45 minutes with a background score provided by do make's &yet&yet. that was actually perfectly alright with us. the real theatrics came about an hour later when sean, fresh from earning us our first ever speeding ticket, had a head to head show down with three transport trucks. let it be said that we were originally in the wrong as we had our high beams on:

the first in the line of tractortrailors was in the middle of blinding us with his backwards aiming super lights as we pulled out to pass him.

christ:"hey, i think it means he wants you to turn your high beams off."
sean(insistent):"they aren't on!"

we proceeded to pass him, despite his further attempts to fuck up the night. when twenty yards later we go to pass the next truck, which is following closely behind a third, that driver starts giving it to us with the bright mirror lights, too! sean, undaunted, speeds up to pass in our tricked out rental mobile. all of a sudden the truck up at the front is in our lane somehow, just ahead of the second truck and they're both flashing like the dickens! this is where the super-nuts quantum leap part comes in - the first truck we passed totally starts givin' er on his high beams and speeds up so that we're trapped between three crazy french optimus primes and they're all trying to give us a seisure. this was one of the greatest moments of my life. we drove for at least fifteen seconds with all three trucks veering a little closer once in a while. i definately thought we were dead. if nothing else i will remember this about the burdocks: nancy will never miss a chance to flip out in a sticky situation. seth is very calm and reassuring when it's not him doing the work. i love almost getting killed and sean is some kind of car-robot.
when sean made a move to pass the front truck in the ten feet of space between him and the second truck, that driver whips his tractor trailor back into the right lane, which really should have caused an amazing *three semi, one sedan* pileup. alas, sean somehow managed to pull us back into the other lane and speed by them all.
then we stopped for gas. then we had to pass the same three trucks again.
after that we spent a pretty calm evening following the most insane lights show on the road. it actually had to have been a ufo. and it was going so fast. since we were listening the faint's blank wave arcade, we proceeded to have a rave in the car at 154 clicks.

sean(an hour later): oh! my high beams were on. fuck.

hey sean, how much is it for going 154 again?
oh yeah, and then sean touched a prostitute and we slept in a sedan in a parking lot. let's go rental car!

Guess where we are?

spent the night at a the cheapest motel in toronto.an old lady tried to make out with me in a cafe while i was having breakfast. also i found a petro canada gift card for $100 on the road that we'll try to use on gas. the mechanic charged us $140 and made our truck problems worse. we had a meeting with our new guy who helps us do stuff. i slept on the couch and woke up with a very bad case of the sore throat.

Sean can't make the calls today for replacement glass, because everyone else in the room gets annoyed when he repeatedly refers to the Iveco as "A bit of a rare duck" to mechanics. Seth and Nancy say we can't go home until several hundred vehicle problems are fixed. We are in Toronto now, and for upwards of three days.
The Burdocks would also like to introduce their brand new managerial team: Oliver Knutton,
Giant Amongst Men, Champion of the month, and the man who will impose new order (of operations) on this rag-tag ensemble.

Seth's too depressed to even use the internet.

the show tonight was amazing. i'm still awake because on the road back from simcoe, and i don't know what i was thinking at 2am, i got a hot caf at a gas station. if the camera hadn't run out of tape there would be some MAD footage of the ripping loaded kids carting around pieces of this construction site next to the venue. this thing was like a five-hundred-pound rick-shaw(sp?) and there were four of them on it and one pulling and then they jumped off and gave the thing a ghost ride down the middle of the street so half of them could go bother some deranged man down the block and the other half try to shake down the no parking sign beside the van.

the kids are alright. they just also happen to be on the dance glue.

Is it intentional that no one comments on my silly entries?
It is isn't it?
It hurts, you know.
Christ san say anyold interesting, well written thing that actually has to do with the band and what's going on, and you're crashing your computers to respond to it.

I comment on your blogs.
tears.

well sean, where DO i want to stay tonight?

we are back in kitchener after playing two of the best shows of the tour in brantford and cambridge. i am about to see a change of clothes for the first time in two days, since i left my laundry in lurz' dryer, and i've never needed it more.
also, laura has taken the opportunity to see her dad which means two things: 1)awesome. 2)she gets/has to take a break from the constant video taping/drunkenness that has defined the last week for her. she will be back soon, and will likely pick up this trend where she left off.

there is a pretend radarfame webesite here including a really fast-o live recording from the idiot show the other month.

looks like i get mercy's house (including free pizza. take that sean. although i'm sure the video games you'll be playing somehow make up for it in your twisted mind).

after the brantford show we played a frigging tonne of foosball (i got basically destroyed the whole time), and then to repair my damaged self-esteem we played some hybrid soccer-foursquare-tennis game that was awesome and will be the our game of choice for the duration of this tour.

expect the following things upon our return:

-hours upon hours of (often meaningless to anyone else) video footage.
-us to be none the tighter in hell on the fifth.
-me to bum money/food from you.
-more facial hair. not necessarily more attractive.
-a smell that is bound to stay with us for at least two weeks.

you can't wait.

clearly, i don't know what day it is.
if i did i would be correct in wishing my sister a happy twentieth birthday. but it's probably been at least two days since that day. it's also been so long i forgot what the internet looked like.