Yes, I know. Again with the distinct lack of posting here. It’s called having something that vaguely resembles a life, and using it when I am able.
Some interesting things happened. I am sure interesting things always DO tend to happen to lots of other people as well, but these were my interesting things, and this is my webspace, so I’m going to write about my own set on interesting things and if you want your own list get off your lazy butt and do something about it. Highlighting these — ie, my set of interesting things (or, | interesting things | = mine) are:
( 1 ) I learned the fine art of sushi rolling from my supervisor’s husband, who is a clone of David Suzuki. I knew the bit about David Suzuki before this weekend, but I hadn’t before this point found cause to insert it into some random sentence.
( 2 ) I experienced first hand the joys of a BC AirCare inspection, as we rolled Karin’s car through the rigors. She passed with flying colours, but it was still a pain and a waste of $48.
( 3 ) I broke out the old cd-game collection, and cracked open my disc of monkeys on Saturday evening. Karin was sick and didn’t feel like going anywhere, so I assumed the guise of Guybrush Threepwood and played the first two chapters of The Curse of Monkey Island. I’d say it was an inspiring dollop of well.spent time, but I’d be lying.
( 4 ) I snowshoed to the summit of Hollyburn mountain with a contingent of 9 year olds. I also, after spending some solid snowball.fight.time atop the peak, learned the fine art of sliding down a snow capped mountain on one’s backside. This morning I am in some sort of vague pain, as in I know I’m in pain but I haven’t got around to localizing it to one specific area of my bruised body. Right now everything sort of hurts.
( 5 ) As my mortal enemy, Jess, was in the city for the weekend, we plotted evil in a seedy scumbar of a dimly lit pub on the west side, then took in an evil disco pirate ballet at a nearby nightspot with our minions in tow.