tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66309772766646915012012-02-16T19:20:33.010-08:00Juliennoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630977276664691501.post-75136280727000076382011-11-28T12:41:00.000-08:002011-11-28T12:56:07.326-08:00Hey gang- a new blog? Sure. <div><br /></div><div>First off, how are you frien... forget about that. I was going to say something just now and I can't remember what it was. It felt important. Hmm. Let me see, what were we just talking about? The internet? .. no. It really felt important. Facebook? We were both just on there (statistically correct). Could that be it? Neither. What the hell did I want to say? </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah, .. Well it's not important. Why did it feel important? I'm embarrassed now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Forget it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630977276664691501-7513628072700007638?l=julien-dionne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630977276664691501.post-36909419314985259322011-10-13T09:25:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:12:57.115-07:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >T</span></b>oday, I discovered the bun. And wow. I'm a fan. This didn't happen overnight, it took time and patience (about two years to be exact). For the longest time, the bun never even crossed my mind, I mean, I saw it but it never registered to me how awesome it was. (or it never registered that someday, I would be a bun-guy). In my case, it was introduced to me purely by accident. I was tying to do one thing, then bang. And let me tell you, it beats the pony-tail by a long shot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jehovah's-Witness-Looking-ly yours,</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630977276664691501-3690941931498525932?l=julien-dionne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630977276664691501.post-4449684038371562602011-10-12T13:38:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:13:48.015-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span></b> was successfully sold a copy of "Just Beatz, no lyrics..volume 5" on the street. It all happened so fast. We were walking in a large crowd of people, this friendly looking, hip-hop-y style fellow saw me coming, made eye contact, gave me a handshake-slash-half-hug combo (an essential element of any 'broment') and put in my free hand, the CD: "Hey bro, listen to this, if you like it spread the word..Thanks Bro, Peace &amp; Love and God bless". Although heavy on the well-wishing end, the Canadian in me instantly thought; wow, that's so cool: "Thanks, man". Then, (still shaking my hand) he says: " Do you have a donation?". The skinny-half-man in me instantly gave him $5. He was appreciative, I, the proud new owner of the fifth volume, "Just Beatz, no Lyrics".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">All within a 48 second timeframe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Amazing-street-level-selling-skills City; the guy who successfully sold me a copy of "Just Beatz, no lyrics vol. 5" is the mayor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">More tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS. Is it weird that I am bothered by the lack of commitment with the whole "z-instead-of-s" thing? If you're going to go "Beatz", you have to go with "Lyricz". Juzt beatz, no lyricz. There.</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630977276664691501-444968403837156260?l=julien-dionne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliennoreply@blogger.com0