A plethora of whimsical vomit:

Sometimes the AOL man says 'goodbye' at the most inopportune, yet poetically-perfect moments.
Goodbye - a picture half-loaded, means I'm ninety-five per cent sure
I understand what closure means.

A Fort Tid-Bit:

A young boy was wandering purposefully looking for Kenneth MacKenzie, proprietor - he wished to sign on with ( Read more... )

* Not related to previous undecipherable pictoral metaphor.


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There’s something about a four hour drive that can bring about the wide-eyed child-like contemplator in myself - while at the same time allowing the mind to slip into a euphoric complacency, more concerned with locating moose than worrying over the worries of home.

Random thoughts and observations:

I love graffiti on rock-cuts. I don’t really ( Read more... )

So my Boss, who shall be known as "B" got me back for getting placenta-projectiles in his hair earlier this month.

At the end of the day I opened my locker and extracted my jogger to find a fresh, bleeding and oozing placenta hiding underneath.

"HA! You've been placenta-ed!!" My boss exclaims and then takes a snapshot with his phone-camera (I hope ( Read more... )

I saw a tree fall down today.

There’s something so incredibly majestic and tragic about it. It’s so slow and gradual - mixed with equal parts grace and ferocity; namely the ferocity when it finally hits the ground. As I watched the tree fall today, I saw a ruler, who had ruled that section of the forest for years and years, and finally from forces ( Read more... )

I’ve always thought of myself as being a rather generous neighbour, and a fair landlord. Doing unto others, without others always doing unto me. In fact, I’ve always felt rather underappreciated. I’ve shown ample patience, I even let them be late with the rent. In fact, I like to imagine myself being somewhat of a gentleman, or how do you say it - ( Read more... )

... or something like that. I haven't posted a peep out of me in almost 6 weeks.

I could make a fairly lengthy entry re-capping those six weeks, but I figure those who care, probably already heard it from me first hand.

Regardless, here are some highlights:

- I bought a car - Catherine II. Pontiac Sunfire, candy-apple red. Oh yeah!
- I burnt down a ( Read more... )

I wish I had recorded my drive home today. I should have been able to submit it for not only the G-license, but a G+ license, should one become available. Wow. I've driven in slush, on a skating rink, and in a small-scale tsunami... this was my first true white-out.

Most of you probably did not experience the full joys of it, living so close to the ( Read more... )