so long, cook

It seems that my days as a Cook Street Village outskirter are coming to a close. The neighbourhood granted us really nice final weekend of dwellership, with its get-togethering at our place and potluckery down the street. There is still next weekend, though I presume that it will be dominated by packing and cleaning. For December we will be alternating between living in the shadow of Mount Dougy (at Shauna's parent's house), on the sunny beaches of Mexico, hunting for 'partments in Vancouver and (for me) 'chilling' in the snow-speckled city of Saskatoon. I have given notice at work and I welcome my forthcoming unemployment. It will be a well deserved respite. The promise of change is invigorating me and that heathy pinkish-hue is returning to my skin (and to my old blood-thumper {heart! [a metaphor!!]}). Things are good.

knowing me knowing you

I was challenged to an "Abba throwdown".

"Oh no! Chloroform!"

For this year's Hallowe'en I dressed up as the the young, globetrotting reporter with the name so nice you say it twice.

I was attempting to emulate the pose on the comic that I'm holding, but that is not readily apparent due to the glare of the flash. Also, this photo was taken at the end of the day and unfortunately my hair has begun to fall back to its natural state.

As well, in the spirit of this adventurous reporter, I will be heading to sunny Mexico this December with my constant companion, the ever-drunk-on-whiskey Captain McGinnis, in order to report on some sort of drug smuggling scheme or something. Don't expect to see my reporting in any newspaper or periodical though. That's not how young Tintin works, so neither do I!