It’s Easter morning here in Burnaby. Trying out the geotagging feature in WordPress for iPhone. Not quite sure yet how to display the information or a link to it but I’ll figure it out.

Rolled out of bed, did our usual tune in with the Universe exercises as the cats wrestled and ran through the house. Kind of distracting. It’s difficult to meditate when cats are bashing into you every few minutes. They’re cute though so they can stay.

Breakfast has been eaten. All fueled up for the next part of the day — morning pages and mote bashing away at my screenplay for Script Frenzy.

After that comes Langley, relatives & ham. It seems the only parts of holidays we participate in anymore are the eating rituals. Oh well…

This picture speaks for itself…

Here’s a couple of pics I took at the Rude Boy offices today of a signed Kiss pinball machine:

Patrick said, “Gene Simmons is such a whore he’d sign anything for five bucks.”

Can’t say I disagree.

Have you seen the Kiss casket?

Nice one Gene. Sigh.

Carlo, Dan and I went on another lunch excursion today. This time it was a block away for sushi at Aoki Sushi, 1888 W. Broadway St, Vancouver. We’ve been there a few times and there’s always great food and excellent authentically Japanese hospitality right down to the automated voice that thanks you, in Japanese of course, when you walk through the door.

I had the pacific salmon sashimi in a cool shaped ice bowl:

It’s made by my favourite sushi chef on the planet:

He wears the funny plastic hair hat every day and always greets with a smile. One day while sitting at the counter across from him as he worked, seeing as I’m brave enough to go for sashimi, he offered me some fresh sea urchin and fatty tuna to test the culinary lengths I was willing to venture to. Although I didn’t bite he took it in stride and teased me for the rest of our visit.

In short, I like Aoki Sushi.

Check out the dinhere.ca reviews and the 2006 article from The Vancouver Courier for more about Aoki Sushi.

Dan, Carlo and myself went to Quiznos on Arbutus for lunch. On the way back to the office I snapped a picture of the above truck with my iPhone. Another well placed ampersand could make the innuendo even dirtier.

Aren’t we all happy enough to sing after that?

I wonder what the first two words translate to. Probably nothing near where the gutter known as my mind went.

Anyway, free adverstising for the company in question.

I’m at the Howie Mandel show… Just me so far. Carol is lost. Oh well, the show hasn’t started yet. I hope she gets here soon. I think it’s going to start.

I am able to blog from anywher now via this iPhone. I’m betting that it will come in handy a lot. Even if it doesn’t it’s fucking cool that I have the option. I just have to learn how to type faster with this damn phone.