Sometimes Scott and I have these conversations that end up sounding like this police scanner chatter:
Make sure you the read the whole comic.
(I am sooooo car 15, dude.)
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Category: It Happened to Me
Here’s my friend and co-worker Scott Murff
(he’s in the Research and Innovation department with me) posing in the grafitti alley south of Queen Street, posing beside
the grafitti that speaks to him the most:
He’s a complicated man, and no one understands him but Boss Ross…
Here’s Christine (who writes the Blogware-powered blog Purplecar, hosted by the fine folks at BlogHarbor)
enjoying the secret swing that someone — nobody seems to know who put
it up, how, or why — set up in an alcove in the grafitti alleyway just
south of Queen Street West.
She got some serious air; at some point, the swing’s chains were 90
degrees to the ground. With that kind of angle, she got some seriou
speed, which isn’t easy on that swing. The alleyway is so narrow that
it’s pretty easy to scrape yourself if you drift a little too far to
the side.
Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan has taken a much better photo of the swing in its alcove; take a gander at this picture of the swing and this one of the rod that holds it up.
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Scenes from a Wedding
I spent last weekend with Wendy in Baltimore, attending the wedding of
my friends Herb and Jessie. The wedding was absolutely wonderful: it
was held outdoors, within a stone’s throw of the water of Balitmore’s
harbour. The weather cooperated, as did the curious onlookers at the
nearby outdoor patio bar and Boston, who were doing a sound check in
the amphitheatre on the neighbouring pier.
Storytelling will follow, but in the meantime, you can check out the photos in photo album or slideshow form.
She’s with the accordion player.
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I’ve been busy…
…hence the light blogging. Wendy and I were in Baltimore this weekend, and she’s beaten me to the punch in writing about it.
I also managed to carve out enough time to do some serious research…
Truth #1: People look at you funny when they see you reading this book.
Although
the cat’s away, they’re keeping me a busy mouse at work, so the entries
may be light today. Regular bloggage will resume soon.
And to think I almost missed it!
I was getting started on a report for Boss Ross when I noted the date: July 14th.
“Hey, it’s Bastille Day,”
I thought to myself. Bastille Day is also the birthday of my friend
Henry Dziarmaga. Years ago, Henry and I — over several zombies — came
up with the theory that in an infinite multiverse, there must be one
universe in which people watch our lives as TV shows and therefore we
must live in such a way to keep our ratings up.
Then it hit me: I started working at Tucows on Bastille Day last year. This is my first anniversary.
It doesn’t feel as though it’s been a year. I enjoy my work immensely,
Boss Ross and my mates in the Research and Innovation Department Darryl
and Scott are great to work with, and it’s so enjoyable that I only hit
the snooze button when I’ve been out partying the night before.
I think I’ll be here a while.
(The title of this entry is a play on the The Ultimate Collection Of Winsock Software, which is what “Tucows” originally stood for.)
Remember the story about the girl who turned me down and ended up with my lookalike?
Someone mentioned The Karate Kid earlier today, and now I’ve come up with the best line for her:
“You went for Ralph Macchio when you could’ve had Mr. Miyage.”
Thankfully Wendy appreciates my kung-fu.
(I mentioned this on IRC and someone was quick to reply “And then you could ‘wax off’ on her!” Internet people need help, man.)