i went up, came down, and then i was home

have you ever flown porter? porter is great. it takes all the fun parts of flying, bundles them up into a little ball, and throws it right at the nut-sack of all the bad parts of flying.

sorry, i just read watson's blog. his style is contagious.

nevertheless, i do believe porter is a swell way to travel. first part of the trip was just a quick greyhound to t.o., free shuttle to the harbour front, and then a 37 second ferry ride to the runway. no fuss, no muss. i was so early that they threw me on an earlier flight. no line-up at security. a surprise of the pleasant variety. when i started taking off my belt i was asked whether stripping was something i did for fun or if he was going to have to tip for the entertainment.

then, the best part: the lounge. i got my own comfy chair with a reading lamp. the reading lamp was unnecessary as the room was well lit by natural light that shone through the wall length windows. but i liked the reading light. it made it homey. i pull out my mac for a standard wi-fi sesh. low battery! darn. lucky there is an outlet right. under. my. butt. but now im hungry and still tired from the accidental all nighter the night prior. what's that? shortbread cookies? no, not shortbread cookies. shortbread cookies with chocolate chips in them. they were very small so i went back for a few rounds to stock up on the goodness and get refills of starbucks coffee in my dime sized tea cup.

then the flight. to be expected at this point, it was quick and painless like a doctor's appointment without the probing. arrived in ottawa to the opening scene of love actually with a nice relaxing holiday on the horizon. a short christmas list for me this year.

winter's hard. so have some pancakes.

recently i went to waterloo for the night with my boy dj malta aka matty mac aka young flex to visit his sister for her 19th birthday. his sister has a sweet flat. the building is new this year and every little apartment is straight out of elle decor magazine.

you caught me. i just did a google search to make reference to a legitimate interior design magazine.

so we're hanging out in leah's suave apartment and 'look at me now' comes on. if you haven't heard it, busta rhymes spits a verse in there at light speed. probably the fastest rap of the year if you look at the billboard charts for hip hop. maybe one of you indie kids knows of something faster. i'd love to hear about it. anyways, one of leah's friends starts rapping along with it and i go bananas because i'm legitimately impressed with his ability to rap with busta in this particular verse. i tweet about it, forget about it the next day, and move on with my life.

then this weekend, while sitting around in a similar situation (drinks, apartment, people), the song comes on again. when busta's verse comes up, more than half of the dozen people sitting around get in on the rap, and their deliveries were almost spot on. i became the minority because i could NOT rap with busta. needless to say i was, again, impressed, and this time quite shocked. rapping fast is cool, and apparently a hobby among 20 year old yorku students.

the next morning i had pancakes and they were served to me with maple syrup out of an old bottle of patron. so when i saw the video below, i figured i had to share that story. embrace exams, there's egg nog on the other side my friends.

well i wouldn't call stratford part of the GTA...

...so let's call it the "battle between two 17 year old rappers from southwestern ontario".

that's not as catchy.

one of these guys you might've heard of. you may not know his last name, though. the girls are usually screaming by the second syllable of justin.

the other guy is a little under the radar. but he has big dreams. he calls it #dreamchase. i dig it.

bieber..



and the believer.. devon tracy