The past few months have been trying ones for me, where housing is concerned. Granted, the last year and a half has been more or less continuously exhausting in varied and unpleasant ways, most of them involving Vince in one way or another. But these past few months have presented me with new and unexpected trials, the latest of which is so ( Read more... )

A few years ago, I was living with a colossal douchebag named Aaron. He and I eventually grew sick and tired of one another (because this is the function of a room-mate), and he moved away to become a harbour hobo.

A harbour hobo is someone who lives in a boat and floats that boat just far enough off-shore that they're in, shall we say, communal ( Read more... )

Astute readers this past month may have noticed that there's been very little in this blog to astutely read. They are to be praised for this attention to detail, and it is in light of this that I offer any such interested parties a theoretical coupon for a virtual high five, to be redeemed at a time of their choosing. There have been reasons for ( Read more... )

So, my ne'erdowell room-mate, Aaron Markham, has plopped what would seem to be his ultimate turd sandwich in my lap. After eight years or so of being room-mates, he's decided to go live on a boat, which he will float out in the harbour and thus live without rent. I don't begrudge him this. What I do begrudge him is telling me - this morning - that ( Read more... )

Aaron (my room-mate): "Wow! Tigger (his hideous cat) ate all his food ( Read more... )

Those who are aware of my particular tastes and fancies know well my peculiar fascination with the 19th century. The aesthetics, the crisp diction of the time, and the enterprising spirit which characterizes the time all speak to some peculiar element of my person. In this taste, I have been well-served, of late. With first my receipt of Matthew ( Read more... )

I'll try to cut this for length, but I'm not sure that that works with LJ's stupid new interface.

A couple of years ago, my friend BJ and I were walking down the street, when I spotted a photograph sitting on the sidewalk. Naturally, I scooped it up and had a look at it.

On it, there was the face of a fairly handsome young man, with a vaguely ( Read more... )