About Me

For Carl, with tongue in cheek…

02152008-Sheikh-in-a-Tuba.jpgAs of February 23, 2008…
My name is Les Becker. I’m 42 years-old, and I live in Northern Ontario, Canada with two teen-aged girls (one, I actually gave birth to!) and two cats (I didn’t give birth to either of them, though.). I don’t own a tuba. I do however, own a broken bodhran, which I proudly display on my living room wall.

I love music of every genre – so much so, that I have every song on the playlist loaded at once and set to random for the ultimate in eclectic mixes, and share what’s playing right now on every blog post (even this one). I carry my mp3 player at all times, playing – sometimes in only one ear, as I now and again have conversations with real people, on the phone, or face to face, and I consider it a little impolite to YELL at my friends and family during a conversation. Or the bank teller, or the waitress (oops. Server.), or the sales agent.

I like old people. Especially this one.

I’m a writer, an amateur photographer, and I dabble in media production. None of these things pays the rent, yet. I’m working on it… It would probably go a lot faster if I would pick one and stick to it.

Up until April 2006, I worked in sales and customer service at a store Formerly Known as Stereo Hut (name changed to protect the poor saps who are still stuck there). The nicest thing I can say about that decade is that it was a kucky job, but it could have been worse. Probably.

I have recently finished school (again), receiving certification in business, marketing, finance and web development. Strange mix. Still unemployed. Oddly, this neither surprises nor worries me. If the pantry gets low, I can always eat a cat.

Random Song for the Day: “Mystified” – Fleetwood Mac

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03142009-Hiding_450px-Ky.jpgAs of February 23, 2009…

My name is still Les Becker, but I’m a whole freaking year older. I’m minus one teenager. Come to think of it, I’m minus the broken bodhran, too. Still don’t own a tuba.

I’ve moved. I left four rooms with walls for one room and a sauna. My leftover teenager, renamed “The Idiot Child” for several good reasons, and I haven’t killed each other. So far.

She spends most of her time in the sauna, mind you.


The same song over and over again.

The lack of walls and sunlight are now too much for us, as well, so we are planning our next move. We are becoming “Cave-People” here. Singing Cave-People. Ugh.

Still love music – but don’t have the mp3 player welded to my person any longer… the Grand New J.O.B. (pumping gas at a 24-hour full service gas bar) does not condone it, so I must dance in the parking lot to whatever music happens to be playing in my head. Brrrrr! I do, however, listen to music constantly while at home, and still share what’s playing right now on every blog post (yes, including this one).

I still like old people. I lost one this past July, though. 🙁 And I don’t get to see this one as much as I’d like to… Thankfully, I still get to see this one, quite often. 😀

I still write, and am currently looking for representation. I still take a lot of photos, and I’m back into audio again.

Being a gas-jockey is a weird thing, but oddly, it’s actually a lot of fun to do. Zero stress. Crap wages. As are those I earn with Louie, having sworn never to work for him again, every time I’ve worked for him since. Ah well. I mentioned I’m still writing, right…? Ahem…*

I have yet to eat a cat.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Little Green Bag” – George Baker Selection

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Other “About Me”s…

November 23, 2008
What to Post When You Can’t Keep a Train of Thought on Its Rails…,

October 31, 2008
I *HATE* These Things…

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