This for now.

My vacation to sunny Saskatoon and watery Waskesiu was a refreshing escape from the drudgery of the norm. Buckling down is what I must be doing now. I have jobs to do. I have two jobs to work. Responsibilities to manage, as well. Applying to Grad school(s). Et cetera, et cetera, and so forth. Now is the era of productivity and proficiency. Amidst all of this dizzying array of obligations and time-burglary it comforting to me that seeing a Segway PT on the roads can always bring a smile to my face.

The Cinema and Terrain Choices

I went into 'Journey to the Center of the Earth' (in 3-D!!!) expecting mole-people. I went into 'The Dark Knight' expecting to see Louie the Lilac. I was twice disappointed.

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These days mainlanding seems preferable to islanding. Seeing whales is preferable to both.

true patriot love.

On the third day that i owned my bike somebody tried to steal it. Fortunately they failed. My brand new lock now bares scars that will hopefully scare off any other would-be thieves rather than encouraging them to 'finish the job'.

Earlier that day I saw two ladies who seemed to have lost their pants while celebrating their country. They were smoking cigaroos on some steps downtown seemingly unaware of or unabashed by their pantslessness. What free spirits they are!

those bastards will bite.

Two large rocks had my marriage finger caught in the middle, causing said finger to swell to twice it's normal size and become purply and gross. This was the big event of my Thursday. Old Ringy has made a quick recovery and now only remains purple and hurty beneath the nail. There was surprisingly little spilt blood involved.

I've learned to be more careful when transporting large rocks and that the pain of a smashed finger can make one feel the need to vomit (I tried hard and held it in).

soiled, soft and wet.

The previous evening's rain led me to think that our abandoned mattress (along with our abandoned easy chair which I failed to mention earlier) would be staring us in the face for many days to come, scalding our hearts with shame, unwanted by all. Oh, but how wrong I was. Somehow, while I was away at work, these unwanted furniture items have disappeared.

A big thank you to the mysterious owner(s) of the hands that lifted these things out of my life.

freedom.

Rather than make any effort to get rid of it, my co-habitant and I simply hauled a stained old mattress to the sidewalk and slapped a "FREE!" sign to it.

They do it to raise 'Zombie Awareness'.

I've got Zombies on the mind these days. I think that I must have gotten too close to the 'Zombie Walk' that passed me by when I was in Edmonton a few weeks ago.