It’s funny. This line has been bashed into the ground countless times. The general consensus of the sentence is negative. Even when it’s being used as a joke, it’s not funny. Well tgfters, it’s time to give your Monday a second look.

I like to think of Mondays as “hump day”. Every Monday I wake up. My first though when I open my eyes are, this moment, this very moment right now is the most possible, furthest, longest time from another day off. I find this attitude does wonders for my personality for the first 2 – 3 hours at work. The good news, on that drive home I come to the realization that it’s over and now everything is just …

So I’m thinking about getting into a routine where I get up at 6 or 7 every weekday morning and create a small video for the site.

Nothing incredible, just something small every day. The point would be to see what sort of stuff I can create that early in the morning, as well as maybe give me something to do to carry me through the dullening winter months.

What do you think? Let me know by leaving a comment.

Today is the one year anniversary of this little site known as Two Guys From Toronto!!!!!

Ever realize one day that something which shaped who you are (or rather who you were) is gone?

Something as subtle as the graffiti that you used to ponder on your walk to work everyday. Or the gummie airplanes and dinosaurs you used to eat for lunch for a good 12 years of your life. What about that song you had that suddenly went corrupt one day and kept slipping your mind to replace…

These things were all part of my reality at one point or another, and I never realized they were gone. Until today that is.

The saying “out of sight, out of mind” is amazingly accurate for me. And I think it is unfortunate. I think it is an unfortunate result of the life in which I live. I’d call it the ‘google’ generation. Everything I could ever want I can find …

Hello World!

Isn’t it funny that by typing “Hello World” into a blog I’m really being more incorrect then I would be if I said it to my empty bedroom yet somehow it just feels more right?

Don’t you hate it when you have nothing to rebel against? Nothing to prove wrong. Nothing to break free of?

I do.