From the Hill Top to You: A Wizards View

I Would Like To Eat Sometime This Month

2006-02-08T12:32:00.000-04:00

New blog is up.
Not my design, mine is horribly flawed (both online and in this filthy reality of ours).
I will continue to toil with the page I made in an effort to fix the millions of bugs/errors in it. I will only do so until Friday because that's when I get paid and when that happens I'm buying $500 worth of groceries and eating, non-stop, until mid-March.

Thank you and go fuck yourself.

WIZARDLY TWO POINT OH MAN I'M GOOD LOOKING

bookmark it, eudich.

Day GAP&FYS

2006-02-05T18:49:00.000-04:00

Crashed and burned, baby.
My work environment is not condusive to sobriety, especially not in 12 hour doses.
My boss called me into the liquor room where I was expecting to get fired, turns out he just poured me and Aaron a couple of gin and tonics. After ten or so hours on the front lines of distributing insobriety I wasn't about to refuse. That was the straw that made the camel whack.

No darts though. That shit'll kill you.

Day Three

2006-02-03T19:12:00.000-04:00

I'm hungry.
This sucks.
I bought deodourant and that smell went away.
Tom Petty is a dick and so are you.

EDIT: DAY THREE CONT'D

No real big cravings at work.
I got high off chocolate before going in, that lasted a couple of hours.
Another godawful 12 hours tomorrow. oh rapture of joys.

I posted that d.a.r.e. link as a joke but I actually checked out the site and all I can say is as soon as February is over and done with I'm picking up a crate of that Nazi Speed shit. YABA!

-GAP&FYS

Day Two

2006-02-02T15:58:00.000-04:00

I think this shit would be a lot more tollerable if i had any food. Since Sunday morning I've had 1 bowl of rice and 1 carrot a day. In about 30 minutes the last of the rice and carrots will be gone.

I had a massive hour long craving to smoke weed after work last night (which is usually when I blaze a gigantic cone) but instead I listened to Tom Petty and fell asleep. That's right, 24 hours sans weed and I've turned into an uber-square. I don't even fuckin' like Tom Petty. Christ!

Darts are gross and I'm glad I've attempted to stop smoking them for the eight billionth time.

Booze, fuck it, I work at a bar and I really don't see it helping any of the 3,500 nightly patrons so I think I can make it one month with out.

I get to work the first of my two twelve hour shifts in an hour. I hate my life and everything about it.

EDIT: DAY TWO CONT'D...

I figured I'd post this while the seething hatred is still ripe in my mind.

Twelve hours in a depraved hell-hole full of shittered 40 year olds isn't the best scenario to experience my bullshit, makeshift rehab in.

I don't think there's any stomache left for my stomache to eat. I did, however, get a free meal at Cheers (one of the countless joys of working a twelve hour shift) and that gave me the pep i needed to ooze around the bar for an eternity and do next to nothing, all the while wishing i was either dead, never born at all, or soon to be killed.

The enmity between myself and sobriety is quite unrelenting. This is usually cause for hours of vehement introspection. And you thought I was down on myself before... man, oh, man.

-Mykes just wanna have fun

The Shortest Month

2006-02-01T16:04:00.000-04:00

And as such it's the month I've chosen for my complete detoxification.

No darts, no doobs, no drinks for the entire month.

28 straight days carved from the bedrock of Hell itself.

Place your bets. I give myself until Friday.

-Mykesochist

.44 Smokeless Under My Head

2006-01-28T00:25:00.000-04:00

New site is in the works. It's much like a head-bag in the sense that it's chock-full of heady goodnesses. It'll have a blog so you'll always know what I had for breakfast or how often I've had a bowel movement, a section for my photo's (even some new ones... should I ever decide to get my camera fixed), perhaps a rant section so you can all share in my love of conservative minority governments or video lottery terminals and the gelatinous change-purses that pursue them, a bulletin board so you can tell me off in real time (not that the demeaning answering machine messages should stop), and a links page so you can find out about all my favourite shit, like the places where they make meat or personal grooming stores.

That's right the two or three of you lonely jerks that read this, your lives are about to get a whole lot better.

-The Almykety

O Canada, Canada, Canada

2006-01-24T14:55:00.000-04:00

We stand on guard for thee, except yesterday, election day, when the majority of us were caught off guard and because of this we now usher in the era of the armed guard. Stephen Harper and his elite team of bible-thumping holy men, second only to God himself, managed to lie their way into forming a Conservative minority government last night during Canada's 39th general election. Perhaps they just rode the tidal wave of corruption from the 12 years of the Liberal's deceit and trechery and coasted into their position under the pretense that any change is a good change; It can't get worse than Martin.

Well it just did.

41 Days, 41 Nights, 41 Years To Wear The Ball And Stripes

2006-01-17T15:37:00.000-04:00

Below are some exerpts from my tangible journal. I can hold it in my hands. It's real. It has very little, if anything, to do with ones and zeroes.

"[If they] keep me on a plane with a fucking screaming child that could outlast anything Energizer has ever powered I'll combat it with drunken belligerance! Children should not be allowed on planes. This abomination of the unity of a sperm and egg has been screaming at the top of his little pink lungs since he's sat down."

"I've arrived at Degaulle airport in Paris at about 5am EST, which is 10 or 11am here. Way too many fucking screaming children. Must smoke and purchase shotgun."

"...I decided to sit down. Upon realizing I was already seated I had startled myself back into the sitting position. Some might say that's not much of a shock, others would say it's so enormous that everything else pales in comparison, many, however, just wouldn't care."

"Technology, the precious commodity. Dependence on machinery has reversed the owner/operator roles."

"Such is the way of the airport; Prescision through panic and even then it's only a facade."

Stop Me Before I Gin Again

2006-01-15T22:18:00.000-04:00

they always run out of tonic at the after hours and i always end up drinking straight gin and they always gawk at me, some with disgust, some with admiration, some with lazy eyes and things never really get better but the don't really get worse either.

i've plateaued.

Burn The Club Scene

2006-01-14T19:47:00.000-04:00

It's Saturday, January 14th, 2006 and it's 12 degrees outside.

The Only Way To Exit Is Going Piece By Piece

2006-01-10T16:29:00.000-04:00

NDP / NPD

2006-01-04T12:53:00.000-04:00

An automated Jack Layton just called my house and wished me a happy new year. Even as a machine he's very personable.

Strategic voting does not get you the Canada you want. Elect the MP that you want to represent you.

My Name Is Inigo Montoya

2006-01-01T14:04:00.000-04:00

Say what you will about my sexual preference, I still think The Princess Bride is one of the greatest movies in the history of film.

Anybody want a peanut?

Darstrar

2005-12-28T12:29:00.000-04:00

The five degenerates that comprise Helen Of Destroy played their first show on the 27th of December in this foul year of your lord 2005 at the Absynthe in Hamilscuzz.

Those onlookers who were unfortunate enough to show up early had their faces melted and their brains boiled then poached.

25 Gallon Bukkake
I Smell Something Burning... Must Be The Precinct
Anus Is The New Vagina
Incredible Hulk
New Sun
Dirt

Fear the setlist. Respect the setlist.
For those of you who missed out on this grandiouse occasion...
GAP&FYS

Where Have All The Tasters Gone?

2005-12-19T03:40:00.000-04:00

This is my room mate Lee shortly after we extinguished some greens.

Slantier.

I don't have to work again until next year. I showed my appreciation by drinking beer and straight rum after work 'til the sun rose. During work I knocked back a couple of Coldshots w/ Adrian and Bobby in the beer fridge and Deb did a shot of Sambucca w/ me behind the bar. Killer.

A haggard/epic journey begins tomorrow.

GAP&FYS

I'm Starting A Fight Club At The Dome

2005-12-14T06:56:00.000-04:00

And I just broke the first two rules.

GAP&FYS

Is It Just Me

2005-12-13T11:41:00.000-04:00

Or do other people suck at life aswell?

Last night was the entire Grafton & Connor Group Christmas Party. It was a private function for the whole staff of the entire building (including the restaurants). With guests and all there were about 300+ people there. Not a single one of those 300 people were me.

Why, you ask, is that?

Because I can't catch a break for the life of me. Ever. Seriously, 300 fucking people and I'm the ONE person they make work Cheers, the only bar they decide to open, while everyone else is up in the Attic having a fucking blast. I had the joy of working by myself listening to idiot mouth-breathers and shrieky fucking tone-deaf chicks who get half a REV in them, squeal through some fucking Cindy Lauper song and then vomit wherever they please.

Why am I inherently everyone's stepping stone? Is there some giant beacon I'm not aware of that's constantly flashing "FUCK THIS HAIRY IDIOT OVER!" Perhaps I just look like a spineless sucker here for use at your leisure.

GAP&FYS

A Little Less Conversation

2005-12-06T15:56:00.000-04:00

I just saw Elvis driving a smart car.
Like rhinestone-fucking-jumpsuit ELVIS.
I'm gonna lay off the Absinthe at the Shoe Shop.

Alberta Let Your Hair Hang Low

2005-12-04T23:50:00.000-04:00

This can convey emotion.

I miss you.

DESTROH YEAH

2005-12-01T18:46:00.000-04:00

I failed miserably at NaNoWriMo coming in at under 11,000 words. What little time I did spend on it was mildly amusing.

Helen of Destroy is wicked.

On Sundays Drinks Are $1

2005-11-28T12:49:00.000-04:00

On Mondays nothing gets done.

I got some prints developed a couple days ago and I haven't got around to scanning any of them yet. I shot the first couple of pictures in an ongoing picture series I've entitled "The Neon Allure of Gettin' Shitty." Expect nothing new or interesting to come from that.

The film advance spool on my camera no longer advances the film so I had to make an executive decision and have it fired. He was a good spool but he had a lax work ethic. I'll see to it that a new one is hired when I'm home to celebrate the birth of our lord and saviour. Hopefully my F100 comes soon, not that I have a lens to use with it anyway.

I've been hanging out with the Newfie from downstairs too much and I have a penchant for saying "bai" now. Eh, bai?

Sweet Mother Of It

2005-11-24T16:31:00.000-04:00

THE RAIN WONT LET UP!
Follow me, bring two of every liquor; I've got an awful idea.

Come To Daddy

2005-11-20T18:19:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I sit around and listen to Mr. Bungle while finding $1,900 cameras for $350. Guess who's getting an F100?

THIS RETARD!

Dung Flings Eternal

2005-11-15T19:14:00.000-04:00

I ruined my most-recent roll of film this morning. I was rather displeased, I had attempted my first night shots on that roll and also took a bunch of pictures of a Remembrance Day memorial that was taken down last night.

I'm dumb and I smell.

Who The Cap Fit

2005-11-13T19:30:00.000-04:00

Let them wear it.

John Patch (1781-1861)

From Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, John Patch developed the first marine screw propeller. Others would make money from his inventive genius and Patch would later die in poverty.

I have a feeling this guy and Tesla are tossing lightning bolts at crooked bastards from the great wherever.

This Revolution Will Not Be Pixelized

2005-11-12T20:25:00.000-04:00

Possibilities of some new gear come December.
Perhaps a visit from Santa Canon and his 8 MegaPixel reindeer.
FREE IS FREE, SHUT UP FILM.

It's Like That And That's The Way It Is

2005-11-10T15:00:00.000-04:00

They say be wary of high winds but me, I'll just get higher.
They say don't play with matches but I've set this world on fire.
They say don't talk to strangers but where do you turn when you're the strangest?
They say to me "smile" but it's never in my best interest.
They say the sea giveth life and the sea taketh away but I'd die in a puddle over an ocean any day.
They say you can do whatever it is you put your mind to, well I put my mind to being fine and I can't say I was lied to.

-The Rat in the Cat

And Then The Rains Came

2005-11-07T17:42:00.000-04:00

Shortly after I took this picture it rained for 4 days straight.

Hey, 48 hour bender, I haven't seen you since Ontario. Nice of you to stop by. Tell your friend searing intestinal pain to fuck off.

Anyone have any money they wanna give me? I need to launch a satellite.

(hey)

2005-11-06T18:06:00.000-04:00

I have an affinity for coat-check girls.
A hang-up, if you will.

I Think The Sun Got Liquored Last Night

2005-11-04T18:56:00.000-04:00

It didn't shine at all today.

The majority of my Combat Rock record will no longer play. So long as Straight to Hell is in good shape I'll be fine.

I walked around and took some pictures that probably won't turn out due to the shitty circumstances in which they were taken. It's cool though, I'm a balla', steady hustlin' dumb parts in this business of art. I waste film like it's crystal, nukka.

It's not Coca-Cola, it's rice.

Scarves 'n' mittens an' shit, eh? Howsabout that? Coldie? huh? Snow flakes and frozen forties, you know. Whatever happened to that park? It doesn't even call anymore.

If you see the sun tell it not to worry, shit's gonna be fine.

Working Machine

2005-11-02T09:07:00.000-04:00

This is the latest piece of plastic excrement to grace my mail box. Let me start by saying I can understand slandering paying customers after ripping them off fifteen bucks for your bullshit honkee-two-step crap and then slapping a nice "THANKS IDIOT" on the envelope but sending something to someone with the explicit intent of making libelous statements about their assumed political affiliations and personal hygene is incredibly weak.

This album follows the tradition of progressing further from their debut album "Skattack" which held a steady spot at number zero on the charts for a number of months and sold over thirteen copies city-wide.

After my first couple of listens it became apparant that there was a lack of songs geared towards their target audience. Out of 14 tracks coming in at a little over fifty minutes of music not a single of them mentions Wizards. As far as I could tell all the songs on the album are about liking dudes, spending quality time with dudes, being intimate with dudes, etc. except for the eleventh track "Honey" which breaks with the theme of the album to tell the story of the one that got away and no doubt set the course for their love of the steady tube-steak diet.

The basic gist of this, and every other album they've made, is to take songs that were done thirty years ago, now long forgotten by all except for a handful of white suburban kids, and substitute the substance of those tunes with their petty, inane problems. What little of the album is actually suitable for listening is the same kind of garbage you'd expect to hear from some clap-having-jezebel-pop-harlot on the Edge six times in the same hour. No, my friends, you won't find any songs that are as staunch and true as "Where My Dogs At?" or that other one about how peoples moms wanna bone John Coombs but if you're in the mood for some seriously watered-down pseudo-intellectual musings by a bunch of bored crackers then this is the disc for you!

For the cover art (after, no doubt, spending any advances they may have received on lisp-enhancing drugs or wrist strengthener) they turned to a long time companion and self-proclaimed artist Nick Marquis. The piece instantly seemed incredibly familiar but I couldn't immediately put my finger on it. It came to me later that night as I was regurgitating macaroni and bourbon into my toilet bowl where I had seen similar instances of this work. The cover booklet also entertains brief synopses of how each particular song came into being. This isn't a bad idea if you can find a way to not come off as incredibly pretentious bastards. Your musings about Stink City or driving around in the White Bread Wagon are of no concern to us. It's all just nail-polish on monkeys.

After wasting several hours on several listens in several conditions (sober, spaced and sauced) it is my opinion that if you want something incredibly unpleasant to wipe your ass with then "Working Machine" is what you're looking for. If you want something even remotely listenable with the slightest bit of replay value then I think you'd be better off with the Anal Cunt discography. 40 more reasons to hate us is my personal fav.

The Sun Shall Not Smite I By Day

2005-10-30T17:19:00.000-04:00

Nor the moon by night; and everything that i do shall be upfull and right.

It was all night and it was all right. Halloween in Cheers wasn't too bad. One dude came as a washing machine and people used him as a table all night. Unfortunately, the weight of a pint glass vs. a soggy cardboard costume didn't have the best results.

Had a bit of an after-hours aswell. That was fun times.

Park's closed, drink booze instead. I ride a schooner everywhere I go.

I've Done It Again,

2005-10-29T19:44:00.000-03:00

I've paid rent!

I certainly look the part, but let me assure you I am not homeless.

You're Not Ready For This Yet Boy

2005-10-24T17:28:00.000-03:00

Fall has sprung.

Eat a bowl of leaves.

Pumpkin pie tastes great and does you no harm on the way out.

Sometimes when people are standing at the side of a bridge taking pictures of railroad tracks people driving by them in acuras throw bottles of water at them.

Fuck those people.

The Lion, The Lion Is Crowned The King

2005-10-19T17:32:00.000-03:00

Today I did not wake up at 7:00pm and with that came a hint of productivity. I went oot and aboot this fair city of ours and walked down particular streets selected prior to my outing (or ooting) until i hit water or caught sight of coloured folk.

I brought my camera with me and took pictures of all things fall related. I also tried my 70~150mm, 1:4 zoom lens. It's a whole lotta alright. It makes my shadow look like I've got a raging mega-huge boner.

We're just going up to Canada to get some french-fries and gravy.

In closing, OH GIVE ME THE DAMN SOAP!

URSULA, I'M NAKED!

Or Better Yet A Terminator

2005-10-14T17:18:00.000-03:00

So the pigs have no doubt flagged my correspondence with you, the good people of wherever, and only some of my letters are reaching their destinations.

If you read this site then leave me a comment on if you've received a letter from me. If you haven't and I've sent you one I'll go down to the post office and bring my good friend gasoline with me and see if we can't get this whole thing sorted out.

Post with caution, those heathen swine are no doubt monitoring this as well.

You're All Like Drugs To Me

2005-10-13T17:57:00.000-03:00

Quote of the month from the useless pit of depravity that i work in:

some broad: I'm dating a new boy now, I think he's trying to get me pregnant.

Remember kids, do drugs, but not to that extent.

-Myke Not Blind Yet Dukich

Never Whisper In A Song

2005-10-12T01:35:00.000-03:00

I can't say much, but what I can say is I can't say much.

Thankstaking

2005-10-10T16:08:00.000-03:00

So when was this? Yesterday? Today? Wizardever.
Yesterday I ate two veggie dogs and smoked a spliff to my head. What a Thanksgiving that was. I then walked to work in the pouring rain only to find a note on the door that read "GO TO SCHOONER PUB" which is the bar across the street. Lo and behold they decided to close a week early (as of next week they weren't going to be open on Sundays) and didn't bother to tell anyone of this fact.

Today I was woken up four times by the godawful inconvenience we've come to know as the telephone. After the fourth time I got up and cleaned the entire fucking apartment. Swept and mopped the floors, vacuumed, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, etc.

Now I'm hungry and alone.
I have to take a dump too.

Oh, Mama, Can This Really Be The End?

2005-10-07T17:40:00.000-03:00

I took this shot when I flew out to Halifax in June with Lee to find a place to live. I think it was the 2nd night. This is the end-table of room #407 of the Citadel Hotel on Brunswick St. What a fine room it was.

This is digital. Film is better; it's not digital.

SCOTCH!

Time is Money

2005-10-05T17:25:00.000-03:00

If they were smart they'd keep one match for themselves; re-invent currency and live like the first king.

More To Do With Hills

2005-10-04T22:21:00.000-03:00

This is the top of Citadel Hill.
That's some Tolkien lookin' shit isn't it?
Go ahead, you can admit it.

My middle name is John. You don't smell very good at all.

The Juice Man Cometh

2005-10-03T14:24:00.000-03:00

I'm really not impressed with the amount of quality my pictures lose every time I scan them. My iMac is currently funked up and has been since before I moved so I'm not using my own computer, I'm using the laptop that Lee generously offered me when he doesn't need it for class. The reason I mentioned this is because I can't use photoshop to touch up the photos to restore the colours and remove the grain/noise and such because this computer doesn't have it.

C'est la vie.

Any of you who have recieved my photographs in the mail know what i'm talking about. The prints look a hell of a lot better than anything on this site. The scans really don't do these justice.

I set the exposure to focus on the fridge light and used a high shutter speed and this is the way it turned out. I'm a fan. I like the sombre colours of the subject and the shadows the exposure created.

I then drank that can of pineapple juice in one sitting after dilluting its sugary goodness with the searing hellfire of rum aged eight years.

This is the Modern World

2005-10-02T19:34:00.000-03:00

Last night one of the bar tenders (who is a douche bag) that worked there for ten years, or so, left and we (the staff) had a huge after-hours party in the Attic.

I stayed up 'til 8:00am drinking $3 double gin and tonics then got the bong-fires kindling when i got home. Here I am, roughly twelve hours later, conscious again and drinking water.

Zim Needs No Meats!

2005-10-01T06:56:00.000-03:00

"Prepare your brain, filthy beast of meat and hair, for I have selected you to be my love pig!"

Agricola & Willow

2005-09-30T19:57:00.000-03:00

So these are the houses at the corner of Agricola & Willow. These are the houses that i could see from my back deck if it wasn't for the concrete abomination belonging to a local communications conglomorate.

Agricola & Willow is an interesting place. It is host to a liquor store. What, you ask, goes hand in hand with liquor stores? The shadiest the city has to offer! On the front stoop of that blue house a strung-out black woman offered to fellate me for pocket change. Across the street a man took a sip of something in a tattered brown paper bag, vomited into his hands, then proceeded to return to drinking from the mystery bag.

Welcome to the hill.

With All the Tired Horses in the Sun

2005-09-29T13:55:00.000-03:00

How am I supposed to get any riding done? Fuck the horses, I'm just as tired and I rode like a cat out of bell, or something along those lines.

I'd like to start by saying that 2577 Robie St. Apt. #6 recieves two other peoples mail. One "Brent Smith" and one "Mr. Joseph Slack" are currently un-aware of the fun and prizes that await them at Casino Nova Scotia and their Rogers Wireless bill, respectively. To be fair the icing on the rake is the fact that, at the very least, five times a week various people call here and ask for "Alison." We've been telling them for nigh on a month that she don' fuckin' live here, mang.

After recieving an envelope stuffed with twenties at my work last night (alaka-fuckin-ZAM!) I woke up after a short rest and went to ye olde photo shoppe and taverne downtown and am currently getting two rolls of colour film processed.

I then proceeded to "Crack Addicts Way" or Gottingen St. and visited the friendly sketch-bags at TAZ Records. There I purchased two LP's: Ornette Coleman - Of Human Feelings & Bob Dylan - Self Portrait (2LP)

Fuck the critics and the haters, that Dylan record is the bee's nuts.

I got a free pack of Tampax Pearl tampons in the mail today, things are really lookin' up.

In closing, Miss Machine by The Dillinger Escape Plan is every petal on every flower on the earth. It is every public toilet that has ever gone un-flushed. The collective vomit of the planet, the sunset after a ship wreck, the reason I breathe and the reason I'll stop.

I Got the Proper Metaphor for Your Disease

2005-09-28T17:10:00.000-03:00

A sinkin' ship like the Exxon Valdez.

The Record's Past the Needle

2005-09-27T11:42:00.000-03:00

Some nights I can't sleep.
Some days I feel nothing at all.

Out in the Streets They Call it Murder

2005-09-26T16:13:00.000-03:00

F-stop; 16 Shutter; 1/1000 Exposure: -1

First shot where i decided to screw around with the exposure. The picture got a lot of grain/noise to it after the scan. I like the shadows and the under-exposure and how it makes the tomb the focal point of the picture.

You can barely make it out but at the bottom of the picture, embossed in the granite, it says "Lawson." I think these particular Lawsons ate it fighting to protect the Citadel Hill or in the Halifax Explosion. One or the other, I can't quite remember.

I'm gonna go pay my rent and my bills and starve for a while.
ANIMOUT.

Bed Time: Time for Bed

2005-09-25T16:56:00.000-03:00

F-stop; 2.8 Shutter; 1/30 Exposure; 0

Recently it seems all i do is work and sleep. That's godawful. I never have time to do anything I actually want to do. A lot of things need to fuck off right now, especially that hideous piece of machinery in between the pillows.

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

2005-09-24T13:54:00.000-03:00

F-stop; 2.8 Shutter; 1/250 Exposure; 0

Long after forgetting that the film in my camera was Black & White I decided to stroll down to the Public Gardens figuring that all that lush greenery and elaborate gardening might make for some half decent prints. After around 8 shots it dawned on me that my film probably wouldn't do these pictures any justice.

I like the way this one turned out. It seems so grandiouse. It's like the Pearly Gates guarding the Garden of Eden, only this garden has far more dog piss and geriatrtics.

I think this place would photograph well in the winter.

On an un-related note, within the span of 15 minutes Lee has woken me up, smoked me a doob, fucked off for 5 minutes, come back with another doob, this one twice its size and smoked it with me. I'm a burn out.

VIVA LA GANJIVA!

The Spirit of Liberty

2005-09-23T19:19:00.000-03:00

F-Stop; 2.8 Shutter; 1/30 Exposure; 0

So this is currently taking the place of my livejournal until i can get this webspace thing back under control. I have nowhere to host my pictures and this site will do so. this is it for now.

I don't intend for this to become primarily a photography blog, however, when I do get prints developed I will, more than likely, post the pictures I like here.

This is 1 of 4 shots taken at this location and 1 of 2 that actually turned out half-decent. Black & White 400 ASA film.