Cookie on a stick

Fuck.

Come on.

It's genius.

It's a cookie.

It's a stick.

It's a cookie on a fucking stick.

It's genius.

Cookie on a stick

Chocolate love

Whistler for Wendy's birthday. Diane and Don bring chocolate fondue
with ... Wait for it ... Chocolate chip cookies on a stick ... For
dipping.

Chocolate love

Callaghan Valley Cross Country

With Johnny and Wendy

Callaghan Valley Cross Country

Good seats at the game

Darren from Ammonia Stars scores us 4th row to watch Vancouver
dominate the Ducks. At least so far. Lots of scraps ...

Good seats at the game

Rides to Conquer Mega-sore-ass

Ok, managed 55km on Saturday followed by a 20km on Sunday. I think I can do two 60s back to back now. Thats's the next goal.

Rides to Conquer Mega-sore-ass

Round the horn

55km: round UBC and out to McLeery Golf course and back.

Felt pretty good.

Round the horn

High winter tides

The first morning in several that I've been able to walk along this stretch of seawall. Water lapping away at the top step.

High winter tides

Noisy on Hamilton

Trying to record a demo video on Tuesday night and this Coke advertising truck pulled up outside our office windows with two drummers whacking away on the back deck. Sat there for twenty minutes.

Noisy on Hamilton

Figure Gazers on Robson Street

Huge crowd watching CTV monitors showing Patrick Chan skating.

Figure Gazers on Robson Street

Madness

Granville and Robson... Like New Year's Eve and the Stanley Cup rolled into one.

Madness

Vancouver 2010: Saxony Haus in der Rowing Club

Drinking pilsener and watching women's freestyle mogul qualifiers.

Vancouver 2010: Saxony Haus in der Rowing Club

Hockey Night on Granville Street

City comes to a standstill after Canada whips Norway 8-0.

Hockey Night on Granville Street

David Lam park waiting for torch

David Lam park waiting for torch

Michael Buble: Torch singer

100,000 people on Pacific at Davie

Michael Buble: Torch singer

That's my dream

I know... A martini bar in an alley! People will love it.

No wait, maybe a milk carton storage facility.

No... I got it! A Bottle Depot... Yeah!

What?

The artwork's already done for the martini bar?

Oh.

That's my dream

Dunno what it means

Wore it last night cos I was lonely. It was the right thing to do, Sparx.

Dunno what it means

Recording drum loops for Mezzy

Protools on the MacBook. Rockspace rehearsal studios.

Recording drum loops for Mezzy

Uh oh

Mambo King

Uh oh

Fog boils below the bridge

Fog boils below the bridge

My first 60km

Ok so I've been topping out at 50k rides in my training for the Ride to Conquer Cancer in June. Mainly because these are taking me two hours and its hard to find the time in my and wifey's busy schedules. I can't get above an average speed of 22km on city streets mainly because of hills that I'm dying on. I'm using a mountain bike with smaller wheels than road bikes and different gearing, but the main impediment is my fitness. I rode ten hours in the last eight days but my progression is slower than I thought.

But yesterday I rode a quick 17km warm up, and today I eked out a 60km including the seemingly endless hill where 4th Avenue becomes Chancellor Boulevard. So its time to get onto the spin program. Riding in the real world is the reality I like, but I need to step it up.

The reality is, however that none of these things really matter because the biggest problem after three hours in the saddle has nothing to do with sore limbs or aching lungs. As every rider before me has discovered, it's the Dinosaur Effect:

The MegaSoreAss.

My first 60km

Stanley Park in the mist

Riding up the hill to the overpass I came out of the fog into the sun...

Stanley Park in the mist

Buried Burrard Inlet

..the fog hiding much of West Vancouver too.

Buried Burrard Inlet

Foggy day

From Prospect Point in Stanley Park showing the Lion's Gate bridge.

The lookout at Prospect Point was just above the fog line.

Foggy day

Picasso di Spud

Charlie's first piece of art handcrafted for his uncle. My favourite little nephew claims it's a digger (a back-hoe for you canucks).

Clearly one can appreciate the raw beauty and simplicity with which he has swept his hand across the page; the white space; the rugged symmetry.

But as is plain for all to see, he's actually drawn a big cock and balls.

I don't think he's gay yet, but clearly unhealthily obsessed.

(see Superbad for pop cultch reference re: obsession with sketches of male genitalia.)

Picasso di Spud

Sparx excels again

Sparx excels again

My kind of joint

My kind of joint

Standing By for My Turnoff...

Standing By for My Turnoff...

Bit bigger

Bit bigger

Sign 'o the times

Sign 'o the times

Bit smaller, isn't it

Bit smaller, isn't it