So I was working on my truck today,a 92 Dodge Ram 150 shortbox.I've been babying the brakes since last fall.A couple of things first.Last year I noticed when I removed the rear brake shoes the right wheel cylander expanded out and the only thing that was holding the piston in was the dust seal.Not good cause in a hydraulic brake system fluid pressure is only present when the brake pedal is depressed.Fluid as you know is non-compressable so there was air in the line which is compressable.I could see that the wheel cylander was leaking slightly and sucking a small amount of air.The garage I took it to replaced the other wheel cylander....ehh yess.I suggested to the class A mechanic he should replace the leaking cylander but he said "oh no...no no no".When I apprenticed in a garage I was told never replace one wheel cylander,replace both so equall brake pressure is applied to both wheels.See,you would'nt notice a brake pull till you slammed on the brakes and wondered why your car went sideways.So this class A mechanic was a boob dressed as an imbecile.Anywho,at present I ordered a new wheel cylander from AC Delco...about as American as you can get right.When I got the part I always look at where the part is made...AC Delco is now made in China...yay,yippee,yahoo.I should've refused the part but hay,everything is from China nowadays.And after taking the brakes apart...you guessed it,the wrong part.Guess I should've bought a rickshaw.Anywho,this spring I decided to replace the Champion sparkplugs in my 69 GTX,no small feat with the exhaust system on the car.Champion sparkplugs always has been a mainstay Canadian company.The Champion sparkplugs I bought,the package said...made in Mexico...yay,yippee,yahoo.Well, the part number is correct but the end of the plug in the cylander is about an eighth of an inch longer.An eighth of an inch in machinist terms is 125 thousanths of an inch...in automotive terms thats a huge difference.If the piston in the cylander comes in contact with the sparkplug one of two things will happen....the piston will drive the sparkplug through the cars hood or the piston shatters destroying the engine.In my GTX I would loose an engine that is worth 20 grand.Try and get yer money back from that at your local 5 an dime autostore.What has this to do with a dating site...I don't fukin know but hay,lets extrapolate.The class A mechanic that did my brakes....any moron can pass an exam and get a liscence,and there's alot of morons out there.It's not the fact you get an education...it's how you apply that knowledge.The rest of it,I don't like the fact that either my gov't or the US is selling out to the lowest bidder and sticking us with prices that blame wages paid out in North America.Ahh I'm just grumpy as usual,disillusioned with the worship of "the profit margin" which drives the North American economy.Just think if China gets pissed now like they've done a thousand times over a thousand years,we'd be back in the dark ages even trying to buy a light bulb.It's as funny as the US selling scrap metal to Japan right up till the outbreak of the second world war,except I'm not laughing. 

I have to shake my head sometimes at the cars people drive and the people driving them.I really enjoy the religous types,you know,the ones that truely beleive Moses parted the Red sea.Of course I'm pretty sure Moses was holding onto a staff,not a turnsignal.Still,these people flip their turnsignal and expect traffic to magically part to let them in and they don't even look they just know there's a spot for them in heaven.I really enjoy those people who have those cartopper storage bins on top of their cars.You absolutely know they're ready to die and take as many people with them as they can cause they've got their coffin already picked out and on the roof of their cars.What's with those Smart cars.You just go into the dealer and have one strapped on yer ass and "weee" away you go.They look like some rare find in a BDSM shop,something you strap to yer ass for the added thrill.You can almost see a car like that getting sucked under the wheels by the vortex of a passing Transport and like a puffball "poof" they're gone.Missing and coming to you soon on a milk carton near you...."Have you seen this Smart car,oh ya and my wife too"? Most bus drivers I see in this city have a chiselled Frankensteinish smile on their faces brought on from 20 years of being married to Broom Hilda haha.Most women don't even know they're driving a car eh teehee...it's a make-up kit to them.Windy days are the worst to fear of them.At every light the first thing they do is flip down the sunvisor for the mirror and stab at their hairdoo with their claws...my are'nt I pertee.Then the light changes to geen and they're still stabbing at their hair.Just like monkeys grooming I think.I usually just lean my head into the horn and let em have it cause I'm too lazy to use my hand.The first thing they do is their heads pop up like chicken in a cage that's just been kicked.Then they jab the gas pedal with their stiletto heel and just make it thru on a yellow fucking everybody else in the process.Good thing they don't try the optional kit to powder their faces with cause really airbags are'nt meant for that.I say that to women sometimes that the only thing left of you in a crash will be a horrible lipstick print smile on the airbag with just a hint of eyeliner haha.Great pickup line eh.It might be my imagination but still,I'm glad I drive a pickup truck.

So it's no secret that that my favourite colour combos are black on red and purple on white.Alot about life I think in pairs.Like the stars themselves cast their theme on me.Stars are either found in a binary state or off on their own with planets.What this has to do with lifes deeper mysteries I don't have a clue.It's like trying to figure out the meaning of life.The way I see it is I'm not keen on the fact that living is worth dying for and dying is not worth living for.I guess the answer lies somewhere in a bowl of alphabet soup.

When I worked at the airport on the ramp we had our own way of communicating.You could yell at the top of your voice,nobody would hear cause being 10 feet away from a jet engine the noise ie unbelieveable.So two things you learnt...hand signalls and facial recognition/eye contact.Facial recognition could be anything from F.O. to Oof,I drank way too much last night...that's why hand signalls in tandem were important.Someone who was always smiling at least you could tell when something was urgent like "watch out number two is turning over".Some of the hand signals like a thumbs up meant many things...all positive or complimentary.Like giving the pilot a thumbs up meant two good starts and clear to taxi at your discretion or 4 good starts depending on the number of engines.A righthand thumbs up followed by a rotation of that hand switching to one of a combination of 4 fingers meant you were signalling the pilot it was clear to spool that engine up.The figure 8 with a hand meant "FIRE" and you had to pull the fire suppression lever usually in the nosewheel bay....then run like hell haha.I was awarded a plaque for spotting a fire,course none of that hits the news.If you were showing two fingers that meant turn number two for example.Alot of situations were very dangerous and you depended on your crewmate to watch your back while you watched theirs.With that much noise you really were working in a silent environment...sortof like it is in cupid for me.I've never hesitated to post new photos so others could see my moods and those guys who keep up on new photos really do want to show their expressions.Shy or not,don't be afraid to show who you are and how you feel lol.

I actually think there's a Stoogefest on tv Newyears.I thought I'd tape it all but dammit the remote for my master vcr stopped working.20 thousand bucks in an entertainment unit and I get this suprise.All my remotes for my stereo components have what's called intelligent learning....except my record/playback vcr.The computer chip inside these remotes lets you just scan the IR signal from any remote and you assign a button for it...no codes needed.But like anything electronic if you don't use it you end up loosing it.Most electronic circuitry is biodegradeable and fails b4 it's time.That's what I loved about the older stereo components cause they were built to last.Years ago when I did have money b4 I paid cash on the barrelhead for my house I was going to buy a tube stereo system.Very expensive and a sound quite unique in the audiphile world...and built to last.If you had a system like that pushing a 100 watts you'd have some serious sound.My first step was to try and buy a set of Quad Electrostat speakers.Actually they were designed as sound panels more but the nearest I could get was to buy a pair of Dalquist DQ10 speakers...not the same sound.Quad uses military grade circuitry in all their components...not the Toys'R'Us stuff the rest of the electronic world uses.This year I thought I'd upgrade my Techniques SL1200 direct drive turntable to one that was built by a Canadian company called Oracle.The SL1200 I have is an origional from '78 and is the model preferred by all DJ's.The Oracle model I looked at years ago is the best in the world and used rare earth magnets to isolate/float the platter and act as a drive.The platter is totally isolated from any vibration from the drive motor which translates through the styless as noise.Just the turntable was 2 grand,then you had to custom buy a tonearm,styless and headshell...easily another 1500 bucks.Just the styless I have now(Ortofon) sold for 450 bucks new.Anything stereo now I have to buy used cause the older stuff is just where it's at man.And to buy it I have to look to the US cause here in Ottawa nobody is interested in quality.For me that's going to be tough cause I don't buy anything online and it's a major gamble with electronics just getting it here in one peice.The other thing I wanted to buy was a discwasher for my albums...only sold in the US and for 350 bucks but with at least 12 grand in albums it would be a good investment.Here in Ottawa if you go to a stereo shop they hand you an oily rag and some windex,point at some cosmic chart and say,"duh,thiss'll clean them records"...and you think I want to buy anything stereo off them haha.So I guess I'm using my backup/playback vcr to record the 3 Stooges for now,not the same quality but then neither are the recordings of the Stooges.Sortof like Canadian politics...we have the 3 Stooges running the country nyuk nyuk.I guess I'll go to the govt controlled liquor rationing outlet today to see if I can find me a quality bourbon to toast the Newyear tonight and watch the 20 dollar firework display on tv from the Hill...we'll at least I'll have the bourbon...

So I thought I'd write this post b4 I get drunk.See,Santa gets pissed off cause I don't have any booze out for him so he finds my stash(cause he knows where I get naughty) and drinks it all on me.Last year I got up early Christmas morning and had to take a plunger to Santas' ass...he was stuck in the chimney pissed haha.So I drink as much as I can Christmas eve.I'm gonna hold a glass or two for all the young guys that have taken their time to find out who the fuck I am.Here's to you lol,success and a boyfriend and to living life large while you still have the balls to do it haha...Dana

I am really too much sometimes,I mean I never stop talking...er,typing.Lately I've been thinking about love alot.What is it,can you say love means one thing.For the most part you love your family,that's one kind of love.You love your partner,that's another kind of love.When it comes to friends,what do you say?I know myself if their cause was a just one I'd stand by them to the bitter end,I have put my needs aside to help them with theirs and gave them a place to live when they were put out.With the best of my friends I'd rather die than watch them die and if the choice had to be made who dies I could'nt live with myself if I did'nt stand up first,it's a gut feeling and if you don't have it I can't explain it....so do I love my friends?Sometimes I love someone enough I let go,I don't figure I'm worthy enough and that is something they have to inspire in me,guess that's why I don't have any friends now.When I read in the dictionary the definition of love is quite long like they can't quite put their finger on it haha.That or they don't know and the definition is just to get around the moral censors.Well, that's just my thoughts,I've been quite sick the last 2 weeks,cold,sinus infection,fever and nobody to take care of me so love,or the absence of love in my case has made me even more depressed.In part that's what life is about,spending it with someone else,watching their back while you watch theirs.

I did'nt ask for this role in life,I've only ever wanted to be normal,to have a normal realtionship...live a normal life.I conduct myself the way I feel is right for me.Things in my life have been trajic...humourous though...like missing the bus by 5 minutes when I was there 5 minutes early,or the boat set sail without me haha.Why do I choose what has become a very lonely existance....I did'nt ask for it,but I'll ask how my doing so far.And I get no answer,just a gut feeling that in some small way I've improved the quality of life for someone.The guys I've met in cupid and one caring woman ;),are all searching for the same answer to life...that it's not a solo adventure but a duet.That is the common bond that ties us all together.And yet I am still alone,without hope,without happiness or feeling complete.So I linger,like a bad fart to some,a ray of hope to others and all for the chance I might share life for what is only a few moments in a lifetime of experiences.I guess I'm feeling a little philsophical today,blame it on my cold and fever....also I consider myself fortunate today cause in some small way I've met you :)...

So after work tonight I stopped by my usual Tim Hortens coffee joint for a cup of joe.I order a medium coffee and go to the drive through window.I hands the guy a buck 35 but the coffee is a buck 33.So the guy hands me my coffee and starts to close the window.He sees the look on my face...like where's my change asshole and shuts the window anyway.Now...I had to fight my baser reflex of pulling him through the window and licking him on the forehead...just so he'd remember me the next time I pull up haha.I know it's only two cents...but it's my two cents and nobody takes money from me without asking first.On top of that if you figure out how much coffee they actually brew for one medium coffee it's about two cents worth.Well,I did'nt want to lick the guy anyway...he was a furball haha.So hear's the way I look at it.When you wipe yer ass you use about 2 cents worth of toilet paper....that guy would'nt wipe his ass cause it would cost him 2 cents...so he's the type of guy I would'nt let touch the food or serve anybody cause his hands would be covered in shit.This is'nt the first time I've had that happen at that Tims but it will be the last...cause if I have to speak to the manager/wimp that's there,nobody within earshot of me is going to ever look at a chocolate covered donut quite the same way again haha.And that's my 2 cents worth for Friday night!

This one's for you bud ;).I say you because dating won't be a reality for me in this lifetime(fingers crossed though).What the hell were you thinking hanging your ass out in the breeze cause even I know better and that's not sayin much.Lecture lecture...lecture lecture....and some more lecturing haha,now that's done with.I started off in cupid in January stating nice guys finish last....see my point.The advantage you have is you are out and you won't finish last.If I was in the right category,you and I,hell I'd buy a megaphone cause to quote an old cliche,"the names cupid not stupid".And if I can see this,the guy your are looking for will too.You are in the top 10% of ltr guys,don't think so,well,add modesty to your profile.You are also looking for a similar guy.When you look at the odds you might understand why I always say patience is a must.Being a romantic means living with a broken heart,it's a medal of honour to be proudly worn.Romeo and Julliet never had it so easy.The stats are quite simple to see but hard to accept.On another site I read 2000 plus looking for casual,200 or so looking for a relationship and out of those say 2 are serious.And out of those 2,one will base the relationship on sex very early on.For me the stats are even worse.A similar thread throughout the dating wasteland.Some guys just won't date a guy unless he can get laid on a regular basis.Most guys have a strong libido and it's a driving force in their relationships,equating love to orgasm.There is absolutely nothing wrong with that,the divorce courts are filled with them and feed a bunch of hungry lawyers haha.It's a reason I think why marriges fail in the first 7 years.To put it bluntly,guys just get tired of the same old hole.They role over the morning after in some sort of weird sugar induced haze and wonder what the hell they saw in the person in the first place,then they notice their dick stuck to their leg and it's."oh ya,now I remember".All my friends had dates/multiple dates b4 me.The ones that did get married early on,none lasted,serious longterm committal is the ideal dream of a teenager,practiced and preached till about 25,then the real world kicks in.The thought of spending the rest of your life with someone becomes a routine from which there is no end and few comprehend the words,"for better or worse" and in todays fucked up world of NFR(no fuckin responsibility) most couples think nothing bad will come between their love.They are the ones not living in the real world.There is no worse place in Canada to suffer this dream world than Ottawa.It's a place of universities,politicians and language.Except Ottawa is no Delphi.Exlax to some,the cats meow to others but not a place for a gay with idealistic dreams.There is no social structure for gays that I can see,no social places in mainstream society,hence to me no acceptance for a gay guy who just wants to lead a normal life.Bank St. tyah,the future Gastown of Ottawa.Now,trying to build a life in this place haha when you're gay,patience is a must to remain focussed on what is important.What's important...your future.The,"but I want it nowww" approach to finding your soulmate will just result in more frustration and you'll be taken advantage of simply because of the fact you are a nice guy.People say I'm a stranger,who cares about your point of view.Well I say,let them say that to my face,we'll see who the strangers are.You say I don't care,well,I wrote this.And when I hit the send button,I'll be laughed at once again on the outside chance that some of this rant actually makes any sense to you if you read it at all.Big words to remember in the right order...Career,independance,friends,lover,family.I failed on the first,gave up my independance by bending to family pressures,had no lover because I was'nt out and my friends were'nt who I thought they were.When you do meet "the guy" don't state your "seeing someone",that's an understatement.The smart guys I feel keep their options open and remain available,if anything they understand love can be fleeting or that it has many levels of expression lol.Now that I've aired this,I'm going back to my little corner cause I just got a new box of crayons and I'm allowed to draw on the walls haha....I should've had the screen name Simon Sez,but hay,you live and learn....D