Le Blawg

still looks like i live in (an aluminum siding version of) santa’s village.

an email from Colin:

“Ummm, could you please stop doing your magic snow-dance? Seriously I mean, I can’t get out the front door. It’s getting ridiculous.”

• rarified as oxygen. is wide eyed in the delicacy. is wearing gold flecked boots.
• hedgehog-esque in her stress (with flying scarves stuck to her quills).
• a little sad after a maniacally happy thursday.

…i loathe facebook.

mein KT and i were Salt n’ Peppa for Hallow’s eve.

Photo by Owen Cherry.

C’te photo de ma nièce est mangeaaaable.

i’m back to my old life… sorta.

But starting fresh with an M.Sc.

Plamondon Metro-ish

……

For you reeeeeal old-skools, (yo, i’m talkin’ ICQ era), you’ll understand why i took this picture:

Roadkill

For Christmas this year, I got a big ass zebra kite!

I’m very excited.

And this is extra good, because this past fall, those little punks Ali and Juan lost my original kite:

See that little black dot?

Yeah. That’s my kite commiting suicide.

It took Juan and Ali a long time to stop looking for what the kite might be tethered to somewhere in the depths of Toronto.

I appreciate that. Cuz that kit had been through a lot.
All in all, I’m much happier knowing the kite soared and was free in the end than to have it meet its fate all mangled in a tree.

***EDIT***: …just like the zebra kite did on the second day of its short, short, sweet life:

Parc Jeanne-Mance(-ish)
fawk.

During one of my holiday TK shifts, I was accosted by four students ranting about something called bigger, better… best.

Long story short, I traded one of the desk’s crazee carpets that had seen a few too many Columbia Ice Field jumps - (I’m sorry Craig. I know. Parting with one of those is like parting with a limb.) - and I traded them for something which would “give back” to the desk, to make up for its big, big loss:

Just before embarking on my long-ass bus journey back to Montreal, I baked the trade into individualized key-imprinted packages of love from me to my dear coworkers. [It also doubled as a goodbye present.]

So I hope y’all got a taste of it, and that our greedy little friend Nicholas didn’t scarf them all down by himself, since they were delivered during his shift…Adieu! I will see your bad selves soon ’nuff!

[Oh and Mir? Props to the new key tags. Keep that shit up man.]

Who didn’t know what I was talking about when I was describing a Lite Brite a few weeks ago:

(I literally tripped on one in a clothing store in London, ON during the holidays…)

And yes, this may very well be dating me…

I melted when I saw this picture.

Just like when chocolate is left on a dashboard, or plastic bags are left on burners when making bread (right, Juan?)