Okay, so I haven’t counted, but we were again placed as tourism officials as we escortted Karin’s family around the city for a couple of days, this weekend. Not much to say about that: I don’t want to get into too much trouble. Other than writing that I probably took too many pictures, and that Karin’s grandfather could now officially write a book entitled “Chicken Soup for the Vancouver Tourist’s Soul” and it would literally be about chicken soup.

the.office.as.a.dead.space

Whether it’s that recovery thing kicking in, or we’re all just lost in ourselves, the office seems eerily numb today, and no one is mentioning the events of last week. It’s as though we need to just tough through them and not talk about it. That, or the fact we’ve only been here for 45 minutes has something to do with it.

hollywood.north

I walked to the skytrain station this morning — as I have been doing more often lately — through the Brentwood Mall parking lot. Usually the place is dead. Today, however, there was a whole film crew with trailers and dressing rooms and a buffet table set up there. How odd. I’ll try and figure out what they were filming, but I won’t guarantee anything yet.

some.silly.portlanders

Alice wrote Karin to tell me that she was having trouble reading some of the text on my webpage: yellow text on a brown background? I didn’t think it was so bad, but if anyone else is having any problems reading it let me know. On the other hand, I have been meaning to let Alice know that the white text on her white background is a little tough to see clearly on my monitor. I’m not very nice am I? Bad Brad! Bad Brad!