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Garrison Kane
29 January 2010 @ 09:19 am
I have collected every copy of Dan Brown in the mansion, along with the copies of Assassin's Creed 1 and 2, and have burned them. Attempting to replace these items will result in me shooting you.

Garrison Kane
31 July 2009 @ 01:44 pm
My Jays might be losing, but they are doing so honestly...

Garrison Kane
21 July 2009 @ 03:47 am
Garrison Kane
06 May 2009 @ 09:37 pm
Yes, I realize that it's almost ten and I'm still in the damn office! Fred 'You-Need-To-Make-Up-For-Lost-Time-While-Dead' Duncan has managed to make this place a largely paperless office by taking everyone's admin work and dropping it right on my desk.

So, in traditional police tradition, I'm going to go to the pub after work and drink until the only thing I have to worry about being in triplicate is my vision. Anyone in town up for a drink?
Garrison Kane
17 April 2009 @ 04:49 pm
Alright, so the classless baggage that is currently hanging around my room is my younger sister Victoria Kane. She is here to visit me for my birthday, even though I seem to recall when she asked what I wanted for my birthday, the answer was 'stay away from where I live at all costs'.

There are officially rules. Do not sleep with my sister. She may try, but the person I will blame will be you. I will misuse all powers granted to me by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, a father emmeshed in the highest levels of British Intelligence and the fact fact that I'm bigger and stronger than most of you in response to any infraction of this one rule.

She is not to be trusted. There will be stories. They are lies. Again, not to be trusted. Especially in regards to whether or not she needs another drink. Do not be fooled by her wily Canadian ways.

If I do not survive this weekend, it will be entirely her fault. I want that documented beforehand.
Garrison Kane
18 March 2009 @ 01:51 pm
You know the best part about St.Patrick's Day? Getting drunken photos from the phone of the wife of your ex-boss, showing you one of the top engineering minds on the planet just staggered off to throw up eight Guinness into a potted plant.

You know the worst part about St.Patrick's Day? Getting drunken photos from your sister's phone about her showing off her new green bra and panty set in a downtown Toronto bar, aurrounded by deranged med students, with a half finished bottle of Jameson's in her hand.

New rule for St.Patrick's Day. No cellphones.

Thank god it's early enough in the afternoon for breakfast. Logan, a little hair of the dog sound good?
Garrison Kane
08 July 2008 @ 12:49 pm
If anyone needs me, I'll be at Harry's.
Garrison Kane
18 April 2008 @ 03:04 am
Happy birthday to me.

That's all spelled right, right? Yeah. Who's got my damn Air Supply CD?


There it is, under my coat. They know shit, you know. They fucking know it. You should learn. All of you.
Garrison Kane
04 April 2008 @ 10:28 pm
Can someone do me a favour and pick me up from Mercy General in Manhattan? I'm not supposed to drive on the pain killers and I'd really like to sleep in my own bed tonight. The field office offered to hook me up with a ride, but they're hugely stretched at the moment and I don't want to wait.
Garrison Kane
29 September 2007 @ 08:17 pm
If anyone needs me, I'm going to be camping out in New York for the next couple of day. Field office is trying to look into a case, and I'm going to spend the off hours at St Vincent's keeping an eye on Marie-Ange. Marie, I'll bring coffee for you and Angelo.