to a rookie on his first day:
"Hey, James, How's life in the fast lane?"
"Not fucking fast, that's for sure."
On discussing a recent gray jay sighting:
"So, you said it was medium sized, what colour was it?"
"I'm colourblind."
"Take a guess?"
"I dunno, bird coloured?"
In other news, a Cake album has been stuck in the truck CD player since the beginning of the season. It wouldn't be so bad, except that since we've moved 142 km up the logging road, we can't use our Mp3 players. All the car jacks are being used for radio contact. I have very word memorized on the album. Most days I just sing cake on the land, it's useless to resist. they were catchy to begin with, and now we have nothing else to listen to. the Quebecois have taken to singing in the back of the truck to provide a break. My personal favourite?
Je fait de la poudre
Pour travailler plus
Pour faire plus d'argent
pour faire plus de poudre
pour travailler plus
pour faire plus d'argent
pour faire plus de poudre....
Yup. that vicious cocaine cycle. We're in a logging camp now, so I get a nice warm bed, nag champa incense, and a roomate who talks in her sleep. Last night, she was saying, "Non! Non! Je planterai plus!"
Indeed.
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