First one was with Attraction Blogs.com and just went up a couple days ago. It’s a great interview because they actually asked some really interesting questions, and tried to stay away from generic stuff that everyone asks me.  Check it out here: Interview with Cajun from Love Systems.

The second interview was actually a phone interview that was later written into a piece for TSB magazine, It’s in three parts, but I think they should all be up by now.  It’s probably my favourite article ever written about me for this stuff as it really tries to capture a bit more of my personal character in it, which isn’t always easy to do. It also has an awesome title. You can read it here:  Spice up your life with Cajun: Part I of the TSB spotlight of the Love Systems badass

Let me know what you think!

My good friends and fellow LS instructors Braddock & Mr. M have finally released their long awaited phone and text game book, it’s called “The Ultimate Guide to Text and Phone Game” and believe me when I say: It’s a monster.

This is literally the be-all and end-all of phone and text game advice, not only are Braddock and Mr. M the best guys at phone and text game that I know (and I know some GOOD fucking guys) but they’ve also been writing this for TWO FUCKING YEARS. They’re also perfectionists and you can bet that they took those two years to make sure absolutely everything is covered in the book. If you have a phone, and you use it to call and text women, then you need this book. It will pay for itself in sex, believe me. Here’s a freebie tip from the book for ya:

Phone and Text Game Routine – Fortifying the Beaches

In the book The Ultimate Guide to Text and Phone Game you can read a new trick to make a phone number more solid. What that mean is that the girl is more likely to respond to your first call or text message. The technique is called Fortifying The Beaches and it will be described in this article.

The first thing you have to do is get her phone number.  So a few minutes after you get her phone number, you continue the conversation.

A few minutes later you pretend you received a text message but you are actually going to send her a text message. The first text will be something playful and flirty. It can be something like:

“Hey this cute girl is talking to me, but I don’t know how to flirt with her.  Help?”

If you can use any references to your conversation, that would be even better. This is also called callback humor which is more explored in the book.

In most cases the girl will check her phone and she will see you texted. Now you have to pretend like you know nothing about it and you just keep the conversation going. She will usually text you back something funny and you can do this flirting back and forth while you both pretend nothing is happening.

What is so great about this is that you two already have a bunch of text messages going back and forth even before you two go separate ways. So the next day when you text her, you don’t complete start cold because you two already communicated over text.

This technique will make a lot of your phone numbers solid and having girls respond to your initial text message the next day.

For more tips and tricks likes these, check out The Ultimate Guide to Text and Phone Game

1.This is my personal list and is therefore correct no matter what you think.
2.Ranking is not based purely on looks. There are other factors which will be explained for each choice.
3.This list is based on female rockers in their prime, not necessarily present day versions of them, but I’ll probably get into that too.
4.I don’t care how hot they are, if their music sucks shit then so do they.

Alright, good. So who made the number five spot?

#5

Emmylou Harris

Now, most people would argue that Emmylou Harris isn’t rock at all, and they’re kind of right; Emmylou did mostly folk and country songs. But she also played with groups like The Band and Neil Young, who very much ARE rock, and are also two of my all-time favourite in the genre. This allows her to be eligible through association, but also because she’s fucking hot. Actually, young Emmylou Harris wasn’t really that amazingly hot, I mean she definitely had the girl next door thing going on, and I would definitely make a move on a girl that looked as hot as she did, but compared to the others on this list, she’s pretty plain.

The reason she’s on this list is because she has one quality that is ideally suited for it; she’s aged amazingly. In fact she may be the hottest old lady I’ve ever seen next to Jessica Lange about 10 years ago. Look at this shit:

Keep in mind she’s about 63, even up close in HD she looks good. She’s actually an extremely talented performer as well, listen to her perform Evangeline, a song coincidentally about my people; the Acadians, with The Band. Sexy voice!

Her prime year? I actually think she got hotter as she got older, so whenever this picture was taken:

Would I do her now? Most definitely. It’s not really even for the glory on this one either, I mean there would be a lot of glory involved, but I’d probably enjoy this one just for the mad gilf-dom.

#4

Stevie Nicks

The front woman of one of my favourite bands of all time; Fleetwood Mac. Fleetwood Mac is kind of a guilty pleasure because its a band that everybody seems to like and they tend to get a tremendous amount of recognition and praise, a lot more than I think they deserve considering they really only had a couple of good albums while they were together (Although rumours is a fucking masterpiece). But this list isn’t about ranking bands for their contribution, it’s about HOT WOMEN! And Stevie really had that shit going for her.

Unfortunately, when the mac broke up and she went solo in the 80’s she gained some weight and decided to embrace the 80’s style of overdoing everything along with incorporating some weird black magic wicca aspect into her image that just made her come across as creepy.

Case in point.

With Stevie I’d say her youngest years are her best, early to mid 70’s being her hottest years, actually I’d say she was more attractive in her Buckingham Nicks days even though nobody really knows her from that period. She seemed to get more and more fucked as the years went on, and it’s evident in her style, demeanour and music.

Would I still do her now?

She's murmuring a spell under her breath...

She’s aged pretty decently compared to some of the other women on this list, and has that “my friend’s mom” kind of look to her. Although she still has that cold, crazy bitch look on her face all the time, which scares me. She seems like someone who might kill you in your sleep, or use you as some sacrifice in a spell for an evil entity or something. It would be cool to fuck a sorceress though, so yeah, if I had a few drinks I would probably go for it.

#3

Joan Jett

Oh yeah, the reigning queen of balls to the wall female rockers. Joan Jett has no competition when it comes to being a physical manifestation of every male (and female!) hard rock fan’s wet dream. The kind of woman that would pull up in a trans-am, scowl at you as she emerges from the car in black leather, take a long drag of her cigarette, grab the back of your head, kiss you violently, exhale her drag, then punch you in the face. Fuck I just got a boner…

Jett gets bonus points for NEVER selling out, and being true to herself her entire career. Joan Jett is Joan Jett, she isn’t a constructed image, or a gimmick to sell records, she’s herself, and that makes her even hotter.

Her prime year would probably be when she left the Runaways and went solo, so around 1979. Unfortunately she was also affected by the 80’s and managed to overdue things a bit later on, even for her.

Would I still do her now?

Well, I almost did a couple years ago. If I had another chance though…uhh she would probably be my last pick out of all the women on this list in their current forms, but that’s only because I’m not really into women that are built like a brick fuckin shit-house.

But yeah if I had the chance again, I’d probably do it.

#2

Debbie Harry

Oh man! Debbie Harry, the lead singer of the influential 70’s pop band “Blondie”, is one of the most iconically beautiful women of the past few decades. If you look at the hipster movement today, or any of those American Apparel ads plastered on bus stops and subways that seem to have been inspired by it, it’s easy to see the influence she’s had on several generations of women and popular culture. Blondie transcended a number of different genres going from candy coated pop to funk infused reggae and eventually even rap, yes you read that correctly, and I’ve yet to see a white girl to this day attempt that professionally. Blondie inspired and really pushed forward the idea that a leading woman in a band could do more than simply look pretty; although Debbie was great at that too.

Why she’s on my list: Her contribution to music and popular culture alone would be enough to warrant it, but did I mention she’s FUCKING HOT. Look at this!

She also has that feminine confidence that really translates well through her pictures and her music, something I personally find incredibly attractive. She’s pretty down to earth in interviews too, and seems like someone you could just go have a drink with. If were talking prime years here I’d say 1978; that’s when Blondie first started getting a lot of mainstream success and when she was probably her hottest.

Would I still do her now?

Oh man, she’s pretty old. Still looks amazing for her age mind you, but she’s got this Anne Murray thing going on now with her look that, frankly, disgusts me to the point of inverting my penis. Having said that, yeah I’d still probably go for it given the opportunity…FOR THE GLORY!

UPDATE:  Apparently she just got a bunch of surgery done and looks pretty hot.

#1

Ann & Nancy Wilson

Fuck yeah! I picked 2! They’re sisters and they’re both in the same band, so I can only give them one spot —- BON(er)US!!

Ann & Nancy Wilson are of course, the two defining members of the band Heart, and there was a time when they were the two hottest women on the planet, no joke. Most people associate Heart with their 80’s image and picture these two extremely 80’s corporate looking jokes of hotness. It’s almost as if they were making fun of themselves because in the 70’s when they were doing their own thing they were fucking AMAZINGLY hot.

Ann doesn’t really photograph as well as Nancy, but watch her in motion in this video:

Now not only were Ann & Nancy both ridiculously hot in the 70’s, but they could also fucking ROCK. I’m actually more enamoured with Ann because she has this incredibly attractive way of expressing herself when she sings, it’s like a confidence thing, like she doesn’t care if she makes ugly face expressions because she’s just singing as hard as she can. Crazy hot! She’s also basically the female equivalent of Robert Plant, who most would agree is the most impressive rock singer of all time. I’ve heard Heart cover Zeppelin, and it rocks, Ann can almost out-Plant Plant. Not that Heart didn’t have a number of their own rockin songs, check this one out, and I dare you to not fall in love with Ann by the end:

Prime year: I’d say 1976, thats the year the two videos above were from. Ann doesn’t have too many years when she was crazy hot, she teetered back and forth with her weight and her looks, so her prime years are more like prime months of certain years. It gets really complicated in the 80’s, then in the 90’s she ballooned and it just gets ugly.

Would I do them now?

Uhhh, well Nancy is married to Cameron Crowe, who made Almost Famous, one of my favourite films so I can’t really have her out of respect. But Ann…yeah Ann is still pretty big, but I think she got her stomach snipped or something so maybe she’s lost a bunch of weight and is hot again. It’s always a gamble with Ann…but yes I would go for it, she’s too much of a legend not to.

Who did I miss?

Been a while since I posted, summers are always super busy for me and I tend to spread myself out thin, sorry about that guys. I am very excited right now though, as I get to announce that I WILL BE GOING TO THE PLAYBOY MANSION ON AUG 15-16th for an advanced bootcamp with Savoy!

Why is this so special? Oh let me count the ways…

1. It’s the fucking PLAYBOY MANSION: Sure it’s not the 70’s anymore but this is still one of the most prestigious and ballin-est places to party. There’s going to be loads of playmates, models and gorgeous women to talk to who are all there for the same reason: TO PARTY AT THE PLAYBOY MANSION! Stating that women would simply be more open to sex here would be an understatement; they’re EXPECTING it!

2. You got the most qualified seducers in the world there to help you: Savoy has dated multiple playmates i’m sure, the guy seems to be with a new model every time I see him, he’s also one of the best sexual escalators I’ve ever seen in action. I’ve dated a playboy model and seduced loads of other high profile women including (Canadian) top models and rock stars. We know what were doing and we’re gonna be there for a whole weekend showing you exactly how it’s done.

3. Advanced Seminar portion: Savoy is leading the seminar which is a rare treat. He doesn’t do it very often since he’s so busy but he’s one of the best teachers out there, maybe the best I’ve ever seen. Believe me when I say you’re going to learn some advanced stuff you wouldn’t get anywhere else. I’ll be teaching my “super secret routine” which in itself will let you ACE every date you go on and double the amount of women in you’re life! If you thought keys to the vip was impressive, wait until you see what I’ve learned in the 2 years since that was filmed. Keys will be a mickey mouse cartoon compared to the xxx shit you’re going to see us pull at the mansion.

4. Legendary Status: How would you like to brag to your buds (or your future children) that you got to party at the playboy mansion with some of the top seducers in the world? The mansion has been doing fewer and fewer parties over the years and there’s talk that they may stop altogether in the future. This may be one of your last chances to have this opportunity! Think of your children!

Go to www.lovesystems.com to sign up if you’re interested. Seats won’t last long, believe me.

I’m too confident, most of the time that’s a good thing, but it also gets me in trouble…often. I will never back down from a fight, I will drink anybody under the table, I feel I can outwit anybody and charm my way through anything. This obviously has tremendous repercussions for someone who works in bars all over the world for a living. I’ve been in some very scary situations, believe me, but most of the time I can talk my way out of any serious problems, however, this past weekend in Sydney was not one of those times.

It was the end of the Saturday night portion of our seminar in Sydney. It’s about 2:30am and I just climb out of a car near the club that we took our students. I had been making out with a flight attendant from Perth that was wearing the same captain’s hat as me, so we had an instant connection and went back to her car after a short flirty conversation. She goes back inside to her friends and I realize I have no money for a cab home. I go to a couple ATMs in stores around the area but it seems like my card is frozen; this happens sometimes when I’m in foreign countries and forget to tell my bank that I’m travelling. I realize that I’ll have to walk home seeing as how I don’t have a phone to call my bank and the pay phones don’t seem to work. I don’t mind too much since our hotel isn’t far and I know the way, so I start walking.

I end up walking through Darling harbour to get back to the hotel since its a really beautiful walk at night the way the lights flicker off the water and seeing the Sydney skyline in the reflections. I get through the harbour and find my way to the aquatic centre near my hotel. As I’m walking up the stairs to cut through the aquatic centre I notice a thin oriental guy. He sees me, then runs up the stairs ahead of me very quickly. I remember thinking it was somewhat suspicious but assume he was simply in a hurry.

As I get up the stairs there’s a narrow path that leads through to the main road which is under construction and has some scaffolding pipes and wooden pallets laying around. Halfway through the alley a group of three guys come around the corner and walk towards me with purpose. I sense something, so I move to the side to let them pass by me, but they also move to the side to block me. I stop and realize that something is about to happen, the Oriental seems to have been a lookout. The biggest one comes forward, he’s jacked up and has those thick neck muscles that only bodybuilders seem to get, he also has a look of pure hatred on his face. The other two are only slightly bigger than me and seem to be less confident and keep a bit of distance. I contemplate kicking the big one in the balls as hard as I can or trying to gouge his eyes and making a run for it but decide I’ll wait and see what he does first. As he comes forward his body language is telling me that he’s trying to scare me, so I smile clench my fists and walk towards him; this actually confuses him for a second and he pauses and looks me up and down like he can’t believe that someone my size would stand up to him. This is something I learned from how male lions act in the wild: size doesn’t win battles, confidence does.

I stop in front of the big guy just outside of striking distance. He looks at me for a second then comes close and shoves me. He’s testing me, trying to decide if he can beat me. The other two remain at a distance.

Cajun: He-he are you drunk?

Big guy: Give us your fucking money.

Cajun: (dead calm) I don’t have any, atm card isn’t working.

Big guy: Give me your money or we’ll fucking kill you.

A bunch of things race through my head at this point. I decide that I can either fight them or make a run for it. If I run ill have to go back the way I came and since I’m drunk (students bought me a bunch of shots at end of the night) I figure they might catch me on the stairs and I could end up pretty hurt. If I fight I figure that I could probably hurt the big one bad enough to scare the other 2 away, or maybe take all 3 if I got lucky, but that’s a big if. I’m a pretty small guy, 5′7 and about 155lbs but I haven’t met anyone who is quicker or hits harder than me. I also come from a family of fighters, military elite if you go far enough, one of my ancestors being Napoleon’s best friend from Military school and his #1 general during his campaigns across Europe, he fought on the front lines with the troops as did all the other ancestors in my line and it’s been said in France that there is more blood on my name than any other in history. Fighting is literally in my blood and it gives me a shit load of confidence, something that any fighter will tell you can be the deciding factor in any fight. I figure that if I can hurt these guys bad enough then even if I lose in the end, they will second guess every other person they decide to rob from this point on. That could save lives. This seems like a stupid move but they didn’t seem to have any weapons, otherwise I felt they would show them in order to convince me to hand over my wallet.

I find it amusing that 2 days earlier the movie 300 was playing at the hostel I was staying at. As scenes rushed through my head I realized, like the Spartans, that sometimes you have to fight a hopeless battle simply to show that you’re willing to. I decide to fight.

Most men never get in a serious fight in their life. When I say serious I mean a fight for your life. I’ve had the occasional fight with people from school and plenty of bar-fights, but I’ve never fought someone with the intention of killing them. In fact I’ve always been scared of killing someone when fighting and usually withhold myself even in unfair fights, this may sound ridiculous but where I’m from fights are common and accidentally killing someone in a bar-fight can land you in prison for life, even if they started it. It’s hard to describe then, the feeling that takes over when you give yourself the freedom to fight for blood in a life or death situation. Maybe it’s this dormant animalistic trait that only gets activated in these situations, but I literally felt like I had no control over my actions once I decided to fight.

I started to speak to the big guy hoping I could catch him off guard by attacking him in mid sentence.

Cajun: Here, take my wallet.

Big guy comes closer.

Cajun: There’s a couple hundred…

I leap forward in mid sentence and punch the big guy in the throat as hard as I can. I can feel cracking and cartilage being crushed under my fist and assume I hit him in the nose and broke it. I pull back and he looks like he just got shot and falls down on his knees and makes a noise like a dog coughing. He clutches his throat and releases high pitched gasping whelps.

I broke his throat.

I laugh.

The other two look at each other with panic and come forward to help their friend. I glare at them and laugh maniacally in the craziest way I can. The bravest one swears and runs at me with his fist cocked, without thinking I position myself with my back against the wall of the building. As he swings at my face I step to the side and grab his arm. Using his own momentum to push him towards the wall, I grab the back of his head and smash his face into the brick wall as hard as I can. I can feel his face cave in and blood sprays out as he exhales through a mess of smashed teeth, broken nose and split lips.  He drops limp leaving a smear of blood and cartilage on the bricks. I quickly turn around and look for the third, but can’t find him. The big guy is getting up so I walk over and contemplate kicking him in the face and stomping on his throat so hard it decapitates him, I remember this making me laugh. This is actually one of the last things I remember as I get hit HARD in the back of the head by something very heavy. I remember the world seeming to shift and the ground come up to hit me in the face. I black out.

I wake up and I can see my own reflection. I look bloodied and beat up and think I’m dreaming. I don’t know who I am, or where or what I’m doing. I quickly realize I’m awake and in a pizza restaurant and I’m looking in a mirror. There’s two nice people talking to me.

Girl: Oh my god, should we call the cops?

*I check my pants for my wallet.*

Cajun: Shit I think I was robbed.

Guy: Yeah you said that, should we call the cops? You look really hurt.

Cajun: Uhh fuck, I don’t really know what happened.

Girl: Here sit down, have some water, tell us what happened.

Cajun: How did I get here? Where am I? I remember getting attacked.

Girl: You walked in here 30 seconds ago with your eyes closed and were talking in the 3rd person, we thought you were a zombie! You said you were attacked and robbed and needed help.

Cajun: Fuck, I don’t even know who I am, this is scary, like a movie. They must have hit my head hard.

*I feel my head and its covered in huge bumps, I panic a little thinking that the guys fucked my head up forever.*

*The two nice people look concerned.*

Cajun: Hmm wait, I remember I work for a company called lovesystems!

Girl: Here use the computer!

I go on the computer and go to the lovesystems website, where I sign up for the upcoming bootcamp in Melbourne and learn how to attract women like the masters. Two weeks later and I’m pulling more tail than I ever have in my life, thanks lovesystems!

The End.

Just kidding. I actually looked at the bios and recognized my name as Cajun, I read my profile and was amused at what I read.

Cajun: Ha ha this is who I am? I’m ridiculous! Pretty awesome though.

I’m not even joking about this, this was a really weird feeling, like I fell into an alternate dimension when I had a really weird job and lifestyle. It’s like my soul was impressed with the body that it got to inhabit. Very weird. Even weirder is that as soon as I realized who I was all my memory came back.

Cajun: Ahhh I remember who I am now, yeah I’m staying in the Vulcan hotel in Ultimo!

Guy: Oh that’s right around the corner! Come on we’ll take you there.

So I get back to the hotel and this is where Chris’s account of the story comes into play. Chris and Steve (Keychain) get me a cab to the hospital and the doctor tells me they fractured my eye socket and I will need plastic surgery and titanium plates implanted into my head. I file a police report and tell the police to check hospitals for two guys coming in with a broken nose/face and throat. They don’t find anything, although they did tell me that there were thirty assaults reported that night so I don’t think they give any one much manpower, especially mine since they assumed I simply got punched in the eye and lost my wallet with nothing valuable in it.

I gotta give props to Keychain, he stayed with me at the hospital all night and is one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.  Chris is one of my best friends but since there was a seminar the next day to teach, one of us had to be there, so I made Chris go back to the hotel to sleep so he could teach since I knew I wouldn’t make it in my condition.

So I got my operation 2 weeks later, after travelling the east coast of Australia exploring the beaches, getting into adventures and surfing, but that’s another story. I just finished my operation and can now say I am MORE MACHINE THAN MAN since I now have a titanium plate in my skull.

The question I keep asking myself now is: Did I do the right thing?

The more I ask myself the more I realize that if I DIDN’T do what I did I would forever wonder what would have happened if I did. I pride myself on always standing up for myself, even when it may seem idiotic or suicidal, I still do it because I have faith in my ability to overcome. I realize that one day I will find a challenge I can’t overcome and my arrogance will reward me with pain and suffering, maybe this was one of those times, but at the end of the day I still have to live with myself, and I define who I am by the choices I make, not the pain or the suffering that they bring.

Sometimes its better to learn things the hard way.

What do you think?

Amsterdam – Mar 20-22

Barcelona – Apr 10-12

We’ll also be doing Sydney, Australia with our good friend and fellow instructor Soul who has a day game seminar the very next day on Apr 6th. If you’re around and would like to finally get this area of your life handled then be sure to sign up at www.lovesystems.com

I mentioned in the last article that the three step process to changing your life is:

1. Visualize how your life could be better

2. Figure out what you need to do in order to accomplish that.

3. Commit yourself to doing it.

Numbers 1 and 3 are fairly straight forward, but number 2 can create some problems. Obviously, if it were as easy as simply figuring out what we needed to do we would have done it already!  The problem here lies in our innate human habit of overcomplicating large tasks. We tend to look at the final outcome as our main task instead of concentrating on the preliminary goals. I’ll give you an example that I’m sure everyone can relate to.

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you were faced with a large sink full of dishes that you were responsible for cleaning? Now, if you’re anything like me, the very thought of having to wash a sink full of dishes is enough to ruin your entire day. You dwell on it, you think about how annoying it is, and you put it off as long as you possibly can. This used to drive my roommate crazy as I would often leave my sink full of dishes for days on end, always consoling myself from this burden by pushing the task into a perpetual “I’ll just do them later” status. Of course after a while, either because of the stench, the need to use your dishes, or in my case, the wrath from your roommate, you push yourself kicking and screaming into the kitchen to do your goddamn dishes. Such is life. However! What if there was no negative reinforcement pushing you to do those dishes? No roommate, no need of dishes, no stench, no burden, would you still do them? Probably not.

In life, there are no negative reinforcements to drive us to obtaining our goals aside from our own discontent, and even that can be subdued quite easily. It’s quite easy to put our dreams on the back burner while we pretend to take care of the things that ARE giving us negative reinforcement. So how are we supposed to motivate ourselves to embark on this impossible task of obtaining our dreams? Before I answer that I want to relate to you the best advice I’ve ever received.

Being in the business of giving advice it’s not hard for me to look back and truly discern what has been some of the best advice given to me. I’ve realized now that the best advice given to me was actually something I had learned in driving school. I asked my instructor “What do we do if a moose jumps in front of us on the highway?” (a very real threat driving in Canada!) My teacher said “Look away from it, because you move in the direction you’re looking at.”

You move in the direction you’re looking. That’s the truest thing there is about life, and its the answer to the question I proposed. If we give ourselves a goal and we keep focusing on it, working on it like a problem bit by bit, then eventually we solve it. That’s the way the human mind works and its the reason we have what we have in the world today. To go back to the dish scenario proposed earlier, the easiest way to motivate yourself to do those dishes isn’t to think of having to do a WHOLE sink full of dishes, it’s to tell yourself to only do one dish, commit to it, and once you’re there focusing on washing that one dish, it’s not hard to do one more, and then one more and so on.

I’ll end this article with a story my father told me a when I was a little kid that illustrates this idea of how to handle an impossible task. As a teenager he had wanted a motorcycle very badly for a long time and his father, knowing this, eventually got him one for his birthday, however, he didn’t just give it to him. A few days after his birthday his father took him out to the garage and told him that he needed him to do something for him. Inside the garage was a motorcycle that he told my father he needed to be taken apart, everything, screw by screw. It took my father 3 long days but he eventually had the motorcycle completely disassembled. When his father came back to check on his work, he looked everything over, nodded and said “Ok, put it all back together and its yours.”

It took him 2 years to put that motorcycle back together. Now you may think that what his father did was cruel but even my father admits now it was the best lesson he’s ever been taught, not only did he never have to rely upon a mechanic again, but he also learned a valuable life lesson: that even the most impossible tasks are achievable if you keep working at them, one screw at a time…

There are two types of people in this world: creators and accepters. Think of it as a spectrum. Creators manifest the world around them, they exist in their own reality and tend to ignore things that do not agree with it. Creator’s will almost always take their own advice over someone else’s and tend to have a bit of an ego and a problem with authority. A creator’s sole purpose in life is to accomplish their goals; however impossible they may be, and as long as they remain focused, they will usually accomplish them. In essence, creators see reality as a piece of clay they can mould to their liking. Accepters are the exact opposite in a lot of ways.

Accepters tend to believe that reality is much more structured and concrete; there are rules that need to be followed. They accept and believe in common sense and that which is told to them by authority figures and the media (in general). They have dreams just like creators, but have learned to either accept them as illogical or unrealistic; or alter them to become obtainable in their structured logical view of reality. An accepter’s reality is ruled by fear, the fear of being an outcast, the fear of the repercussions from breaking the rules, or maybe even the fear that they’re completely wrong. The funny thing is that almost everybody starts out as a creator.

So which one are you? Remember how I said to think of this as a spectrum? Well you may find that you have qualities of both. As children we start off as creators, we believe that the world is our oyster; we can be and do anything we want. As we get older, we are pressured by those around us to conform to the logical structures of our economic society; we go to college, we get a “respectable” job, we pay our taxes. Since our view of reality is shaped by our experiences, which in turn shape our beliefs, we start to believe that this “new” reality is the only one and that our childhood dreams were just that, dreams. So we abandon them…and we become bitter.

Let me tell you something, never accept a reality in which your dreams are impossible. There are only two ways you can live your life: by your own rules, or by someone else’s. Whose do you follow? Let me relate to you a personal experience of mine that illustrates this very conflict.

There was a time in my life, much like everybody else, where I was forced to get a job I didn’t like in order to survive. I was fresh out of film school, and after a series of failed careers in the film industry I resorted to applying to a sales job so I could pay the bills while I searched for my real dream job. I quickly realized that working 8 hours a day and trying to fit in a social life left little time for me to “search for my dream job” and even if I did find it would I have enough free time to even work towards obtaining it? Faced with this as well as the growing bitterness I had towards my sales job I gave myself an ultimatum: Either go after a job you actually want or resort to working a job you hate and hope that someday something better comes along. Now, this wasn’t just one of those moments where I decided to quit my job for something better, no, I had full intention to resort to living on the street before I’d work another job that I hated. So what happened?

I went a whole year without a job. The whole time I was completely content even though I always had bills and rent looming over my head. I figured that if things turned REALLY bad, I could always pack up my bowie knife, hatchet and survival kit and go out and live in the woods off the grid where i’d probably be happier anyways. There was many a day when my roommate would sit me down, ask me how much money I had, and then ask how I intended to pay rent (which was usually due a few days later) I would always answer the same way; “I don’t know” with a mischievous smile. The strange thing is that every month something would happen that would enable me to pay my bills and rent. Government screwed up taxes in my favour, win on a lottery ticket I got for my birthday, win a film festival I didn’t even know I entered. It was always something, and I never once doubted that I wouldn’t be able to cover my bills, I always just believed that things would work themselves out. At the end of that year I had the job that I wanted (same one I have now) and felt great knowing that not even the economic pressures of “reality” stopped me from obtaining it.

Now, I’m not saying that you should go and quit your job and everything will be fine and dandy, obviously that’s a stupid idea. What I’m saying is that you shouldn’t let fear make your decisions for you. DO NOT ACCEPT the negative things that are running your life. There’s 3 steps to getting your life where you want it to be:

1.Visualize how your life would be better.

2.Figure out what you need to do in order to accomplish that.

3.Commit yourself to doing it.

Understand that you’re going to have to overcome self-induced hurdles at every one of those steps. Rationalization is going to creep in and scale back your goals, doubt will claw at your confidence and fear will drive you to abandon. Expect these things to happen, and be stronger than them. You’re working towards obtaining your own happiness and nothing should stop you in your pursuit of that, not even your own logic.

Stay tuned for the second part of this article where I will go over how to manage the impossible task of achieving your desires.

Tenmagnet & Cajun podcast # 2

Cajun is a time traveler/was abducted by Aliens.

So Tenmagnet has been staying on my couch the past couple weeks because he just moved back to Toronto from Vancouver and doesnt have a place yet. A couple weeks ago, me, Tenmagnet, and Biscuit (whom im sure you will be hearing more about as he competed in the next season of Keys to the VIP), all went out for food after a successful Toronto bootcamp. After the meal, as we were walking back to my place, Tenmagnet and Biscuit realized they had no towels to shower and decided to go purchase some. We were already directly across the street from my house and waiting for the light when they realized this. I told them there was a drug mart a block away down the street. They went off to the drug mart as I stood there waiting for the light to turn so I could go across the street into my house.

Good, so far.

So the light turns a couple seconds later, I walk across the street and open my door (it was mysteriously unlocked?) and walk up my stairs into my house. I go into my living room and see Tenmagnet and Biscuit sitting on my couch using their laptops!

Cajun: What the FUCK!?
Biscuit: What?
Cajun: How did you guys beat me here? I just saw you walk in the OPPOSITE direction towards the drug mart??
Tenmagnet: Dude, we got back like 3 minutes ago…
Cajun: What!? Impossible, I just left you guys across the street!
Biscuit: That was like 10 minutes ago dude, the drug mart didnt have towels so we had to go to the other place down the street.
Cajun:…Haha you guys are fucking with me!
Tenmagnet: Dude…look, we have the towels.
*They have gay pink towels that are obviously not mine*
Cajun: Oh fuck!
Tenmagnet: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Cajun: Shit, I think I skipped time, im so fucked!
Biscuit: You probably got into a trance or something.
Cajun: Did you guys see me standing outside when you came back?
Tenmagnet: No, hmmm we would have though. Where the fuck were you?
Cajun: No! You guys went to the store, I crossed the street, came inside and you were already here!
Tenmagnet:…….
Biscuit:……..
Tenmagnet: You probably got abducted by aliens.
Cajun: Alright, were not talking about this anymore, this is freaking me out, lets get drunk.

*An hour later my roommate/cousin Mitch comes home*
*Tenmag and Biscuit tell him the story*

Mitch: Haha yeah that happens to him all the time, he’s so fucked, he disappears sometimes.
Cajun: Shut up! Stop talking about this!

Haha so im still not sure what happened, but recently in Glasgow I disappeared and actually REMEMBER where I went.

Cajun disappears in Scotland

Tenmagnet’s version:

We were drinking in this cool underground basement bar with a group of people, Cajun gets up to go to the washroom and never comes back. A while later, im back at the hotel room and Cajun bursts in the door out of breath, dirt all over him, and bloody hands. What the fuck?

Cajun’s version:

So I went to the washroom to take a piss and actually wasn’t feeling that well. When I came out of the washroom I noticed a door with a green exit sign which I thought was the door we came in from. I wanted to get some fresh air so I opened it and walked out, immediately an alarm goes off and I realize im in the back area behind the bar and am entirely fenced in with 20 foot concrete walls. I go back to the door to get back inside but it only opens from the inside and is now closed and locked. Fuck! I bang on the door for about 5 minutes but its too loud inside and nobody hears it. I laugh to myself for getting into the predicament and decide to look around for possible escapes.

Im basically in a totally concealed concrete box outside the bar with two fire escapes leading up to doors. I climb the first one and get to the door at the top which is locked. Fuck. I climb up the second one and the door is also locked. Im getting upset and desperate at this point. While on the second ladder I notice that its high enough that I could scale the concrete wall. I initially think this is a terrible idea since even if I do scale it, the drop on the other side would no doubt bust my ankles or leg or something. I look for something soft to land on, nothing, but I realize that on the other side is a tall bar gate that I think I could squeeze under to get to freedom, worth a shot I think if I can manage a way down there. I lean out and see if I can see anything on the other side of the concrete wall that I could use to shimmy down, I notice a solid looking pipe, victory! I also realize that if I jump from the fire escape onto the wall that there would be no way back onto the fire escape unless I pull some serious Jackie Chan shit, and im totally wasted so thats almost certain death.

I decide to jump, I make it onto the top of the wall and almost fall off head first but manage to steady myself. I hold onto the wall with my hands and try to get a footing onto the pipe. Its pretty stable so I let go of the wall with my hands and hold on, I slide a bit and a screw rips my hand open as I slide down the first few feet. Fuck! It doesnt hurt too bad because im drunk. I manage to get down the other side and my feet hit the ground, fuck yeah! I look at my hand, its not too bad. I go over to the bar fence and realize that I could never crawl under it or through it, going over it isnt an option either as its too high and all the bars are vertical and hard to climb, especially for a drunk idiot like me. I get mad again, it seems I’m now even more fucked. Its about 3am and theres nobody on the tiny side street this fence overlooks. I freak out and start running around looking for exits, I walk down a dark little alley that comes to a door that opens. Thing is, inside is totally pitch dark and I have no idea if theres a way out…

I decide that things couldn’t get much worse so I go in and the door closes behind me, its pitch black, I cant see anything. I go to open the door again to let some light in but its ALSO a door that only opens from 1 side, and since I didn’t hold it open, its now locked. FUCK, I’m now locked in a dark room with no foreseeable exit. I start getting very upset and screaming at the Gods for putting me through this. I decide to pad around the walls with my hands to see if I can find anything, I touch something with buttons so I push them all and it makes beeps and buzzes like an apartment buzzer, I yell into what I presume is a mic and continually mash the buttons, but nothing. After about 10 minutes of padding around I finally feel a bar that I can push, I push it and a door opens and I’m outside on the street! I triumphantly yell “FREEEEEDOM” in front of a bunch of people outside the club looking at me like I’m some sort of crazy hobo. I’m full of dirt, wearing a bright red Michael Jackson jacket and covered in blood. I run back to the hotel, burst open the door and see Tenmagnet using his laptop and looking at me like he’s seen a ghost.

Tenmagnet: You are so fucked.
Cajun: I know.
Tenmagnet: Tell me what happened…