At long last, all the entries of The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century are finally in one place!
For the longest time, entries before July 2003 could only be found in my original Blogger-based blog, located at http://kode-fu.com/shame, while anything from that point on was located here at http://accordionguy.blogware.com.
That changed a couple of hours ago after I imported all those old
entries into this blog. This blog now has every entry I’ve ever made —
over 2200 in total — from November 11, 2001 to the present day.
For those of you not familiar with the old blog, here are links to what I consider are some of my best entries:
The New Girl Story
This is the blog entry that got me nominated for a bloggie and landed me a chapter in the book Never Threaten to Eat Your Co-Workers: Best of Blogs.
The short version: I gush about my new girlfriend in a blog entry,
someone reads that entry and sends me an email warning me that the
girlfriend is not whom she says she is. Creepiness ensues.
Adventures in Banking
You wouldn’t believe the bureaucratic gymnastics I had to go through
back when my housemate gave me rent cheques drawn from an American bank.
The Star Spangled Banner and Anal Sovereignty
The accordion saves my ass from US Customs…literally.
That Syd, what a mensch!
He’s been our family’s accountant for over twenty years because he’s
not afraid to get into shouting matching with Revenue Canada or suggest
roughing up my deadbeat housemate.
The World Youth Day Piece
I take the “unpopular” side in the debate over World Youth Day.
The accidental go-go dancer
The last thing I expected was to end up being hired as a go-go dancer
for a downtown club. That accordion gets me into some odd situations, I
tell you.
Not-So-Smart Mobs
Conversations and observations from the 2002 Reclaim the Streets party in Toronto. Their hearts are in the right place, but their heads might need a little work.
Breach of Security
Once upon a time, a guy posing as a new neighbour in distress conned me and
my housemate out of 80 bucks. Three months later, in what is either supreme
testicular fortitude or forgetfulness, he visits my house again and manages
to con my housemates out of 80 bucks and a lift.
The Best Christmas Present Ever
Christmas meets crablice (no, not mine!). A heart- and crotch-warming
story of the true meaning of Christmas that’s not likely to be turned
into a television special anytime soon.
Last Night
In a single night, I face romantic disappointment, thwart a pickpocket,
endure bad poetry, entertain a crowd, aid and abet underage drinking,
come between a small-town girl and two Gap ninjas, entertain another
crowd and get complimented on my hat.
Konichiwa, 2002!
In which I recount what happened to me on fourteen New Year’s Eves, in reverse order, from 2002 to 1988.
Now it can be told
I went on the date, brought the accordion, got a job.
Worst Date Ever
She was a pretty blonde waitress with an English accent who worked at
the cafe I frequented. I had a crush on her from the first moment I
laid eyes on her, and it turns out that she had a thing for me, too.
Unfortunately, that’s one of the few things that went right during the
relationship. This funny story contains scenes with adult situations,
violence, strong language and ABBA.
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I’m gonna have to bookmark this page, for the next time someone asks “Why the hell do you read blogs?“