… or, apparently. My commute this morning was greeted with three rather unusual cargo sights. If only I’d thought to bring a camera. 1) A flatbed truck was hauling the sign for the new airport parking lot. That might not seem too weird, signs and stuff being hauled about all the time I’m sure, but this sign happened to be a thirty-foot diameter, hockey-puck-shaped, lime-coloured, monstrosity of a green disc emblazoned with the words “Value Park” in a bold white font. 2) Another flatbed truck was hauling what appeared to be a piece of the International Space Station. Or, maybe some other complex bit of technology. Though given that we’re in the middle of oil-rig country, it probably had something to do with that and [...]

Some of us already know this story. It was raining in Saskatchewan this weekend. As haunting cold drew us from the city to the nether-lake-regions of our neighbor’s north. We pondered the brevity of life, and mused at the complexity of life in a tent. It was cold, but the meals followed in quick succession and the beer flowed like water. Saturday was morose. Glum clouds hung heavy, and the air was damp, moist, and threatening. I nursed a maple malt from the banks of False Creek, hunched deep into a red lawnchair, and pulled a dog-eared copy of Adam’s second classic from my car as I settled in for a quiet, and dislocated, afternoon. One chapter later, there was a scream. The campsite was [...]

The city takes it’s toll. Both Karin and myself have had our turns with a nasty head-cold over the past week. How much fun is that? Whining aside, Ryan showed up yesterday and we-two stormed the stadium for the Eskimos vs Hamilton blowout. We were two of the thirty-five thousand people in the stands, with the caveat that our seats were first row. The sun was hot. The beer was warm. The game dwindled off in the second half when it became evident that the visiting team probably would never catch up and we were forced to simply watch our team burn off the clock. The final score of 51-30, favouring the locals, meant a peaceful retreat back into the city, Ryan and I walking [...]

We sit around. Pack. Sit around some more. Things are starting to look bare here. I was going to write about my curiosity at the sudden appearance of a couple fire trucks, a half dozen police cars, an assortment of ambulances, and a hazardous materials team on the street behind my apartment this morning. I even took a few photos and had this big elaborate blog-mystery worked out. As usual, however, the truth is much more exciting. Karin discovered (as I’m sure I would have, were I watching television this week) from the radio that there had been a big drug lab bust in one of the skyrise towers with which we share the neighborhood. Someone was (and I’m assuming it’s a crystal meth lab [...]

Spicy Cajun Pringles Gratuit! NNNN25 48 Bit Vegged today: I rediscovered FreeCell on my dying computer system. Here’s the story with that: bought this really kickin’ system in 1996. Back then, top of the line was a P166 with 32MB RAM, etc… Mine was mid-line: P120, 16MB RAM and a 1GB HDD — over the years I have upgraded everything except the processor and montior. But — alas — as the hours, days, months, years press on — things get weaker, less useful, and as today when I had to press the reset button no less than 25 times before the thing actually started, more aggrivating. When money actually permits, and I don’t have to spend every penny I earn on things like furniture, moving [...]

Apparently I’m typing too much. Not yet half a month into this project, I have used up almost 60 percent of my monthly Blogger quota space. Alas, I shall endeavor to bring more brevity to my brainwaves. I’m at the laundromat: no quarters and four loads in debt, I decided the two functional machines in the basement are beyond bother. So here I sit, staring down a snowy Oak at rush, and noticing that I have 17 minutes before my drying is complete. I have already needed to fend off some crazy guy who was watching me load my delicates into the machine like he was waiting in a buffet line – whatever that means – and then asking questions about how the money made [...]