Just went to the "Buffalo Days" Parade
downtown.
It was a small town parade, highlighting
such community partners like the SHRINERS!
Yes, they wore fezzes, yes they were sequined.
Yes, they drove around in little cars going
round and round in circles. They played the
steel pan drums.
There was the community recycling trucks
and mounties and mounties and mounties.

That's 'cause this place is a Mountie town.
Everybody clapped for them.
There was the corvette club with girls sitting
on top of the cars waving electric blue pom-poms.
Then there were the Christian Bikers. Not
riding their bikes.

It was surreal. It was a big turnout even though the
parade itself wasn't that visually exciting.
Everybody on the floats knew the people lined up
on the street.

The Shriners were the best though.
A horse pulling a carriage went wild, almost
freaking out and running into the crowds.
It probably wasn't that dangerous, but to a city
frog like myself, it was frightening.
(The untamed beast and all that).
If I get money, I'll scan the photos I took
and put them up....

Been slowed down by that
virus "SirCam".
So anybody that's reading this
watch out.
Don't open any attachments.
I didn't send you any attachments.

Buffalo Days is coming up in Regina.
There was a big sign downtown that
said:
"Dress Western--for Buffalo Days"

Buffalo Days is like Toronto's CNE.
An old school exhibition (agribition)
that has rides, white trash, farm animals
and sickly sweet and greasy food.
I will be going, fer sure!
Because, in Toronto, the white trash
and the just trashy are dying breed.
Here, I'm looking forward to the genuine
article. I'm also hoping to score a
DV camera to capture Buffalo Days in
all its mulleted and cowboyed glory.
Of course, I will be taking snapshots
of this phenomenon.
Maybe I'll even ride the mechanical bull
and finally live out my Urban Cowboy
fantasies.

The trouble with typing at the library
computer is the smelly people that
always seek you out and sit beside you.
Smelly:as in too much cologne/perfume.

Two scary-looking Jehovah's witnesses
walked in, Bibles in shirt pocket.
They're searching for somebody or
something. They didn't find them.
They're leaving.

Speaking of fat.
Because Regina was
voted second fattest city in
Canada, I've been noticing
fat people everywhere.
Last night, in line at the
Shopper's Drug Mart:
Huge obese man,
wearing a dirty styrofoam
bike helmet, baggy grey
sweat shorts.
Wearing an XXXXL size
white t-shirt with a black
outline of YODA on the front.
Because of this man's girth,
YODA looked like a wrinkly
Buddha with big pointy ears.

Meanwhile, I haven't seen
any trace of my bike anywhere.

I'm still in Regina.
On Friday, the leaderpost
(the local, only rag in this town)
headlined that Regina is the
crime capital of Canada.
They're talking about violent and
property crime!
Guess my friends were right.
On that day, my bike got stolen!
It was locked outside our apartment
to a parking post with a heavy wire and
padlock ( I couldn't afford a u-lock).
It was a shitty bike that barely worked.
An old girls' touring bike that was blue
and said supercycle (Canadian Tire) and
I'd bought it from Value Village for $8.
The lock cost more than that.

The next day, I was checking the alley
beside our building looking for any signs
and this tatooed dumb jock came up to
me and offered to sell me the bike he was
on!
Talk about fucked up!

On Saturday, the Globe featured a story
about the obese in Canada. Number one
was St.Catherines, Ontario. Not very
surprising.
Number two was...you guessed it:REGINA.
On that day I saw this really obese guy sitting
at a local coffeeshope sipping coffee with
big, dark, Terminator-style sunglasses on.

Everything they say in the paper is true!!!!!