I'm not dead!
Just busy. So, so busy. And tired. That may have to do with the two-and-a-half hour commute each day (take that, Statscan!) to Cornwall.
I will post something soon, perhaps about the automatic revolving door I encountered today (upgrading the standard revolving door is kind of like deciding the guillotine isn't deady enough) or about how I actually heard the following exchange the night Italy won the World Cup:
Teenage girl hanging precipitously out of car: Italy won! Yay!
Disaffected hippie-type: I don't like sports.
TGHPOOC: You're ugly!
DH-T: So are you!
Actually, there's not much more to say about them, so I won't. And since this has sort of kind of turned into an actual blog post, I can go missing in action for another two weeks without suffering searing pangs of guilt. But I won't. Because I love all of you. If any of you are left.
I will post something soon, perhaps about the automatic revolving door I encountered today (upgrading the standard revolving door is kind of like deciding the guillotine isn't deady enough) or about how I actually heard the following exchange the night Italy won the World Cup:
Teenage girl hanging precipitously out of car: Italy won! Yay!
Disaffected hippie-type: I don't like sports.
TGHPOOC: You're ugly!
DH-T: So are you!
Actually, there's not much more to say about them, so I won't. And since this has sort of kind of turned into an actual blog post, I can go missing in action for another two weeks without suffering searing pangs of guilt. But I won't. Because I love all of you. If any of you are left.
posted by Trevor | 10:04 p.m.
12 Comments:
Trevor- your pictures of Saskatoon are great- so much space.
Anyway, did you hear about this story? And do you know this guy?
See story below:
internet paperclip
A Canadian man's year-long quest to swap a paper clip for a new home culminated today in the 26 year old taking ownership of a three bedroom house.
Kyle MacDonald's on-line trading ended today with a swap of a bit role in a Hollywood movie for a house in western Canada.
It took him 15 trades to go from the paper clip to the house in Saskatchewan.
another thought: shouldn't there be a word for "fellow blogging colleague" - for instance "bloggeague" or "coblog"
...fellogue?
One central fact all those articles on the paperclip guy overlook is that the market price of homes in Saskatchewan is, in fact, equivalent to the cost of a paperclip.
Trev, during your long commute, I hope you listen to the song "Dueling Banjos" on repeat the whole time.
hot freaks,
off the record, trevor has put me on his payroll to supply jokes for this blog.
fyi, trevor, until i receive payment in full, i'm holding comedy hostage.
I think we need to coin the term "Blograde," Matt. It's your job to begin converting the heathens in your side of the world. I'll take care of Canada.
As for Rob's idle threat, Alcohol and Irony will not negotiate with humourists. And Amanda, laugh wisely; either you're with us or your with them.
blograde- nice, i like.
I like the Soviet tones of that one--the hammer, the sickle and the blog.
Rob- enough with the "blo-grade" humour already. I was going to leave a link to another intriguing story with Canadian connections on this blog- but as you've resurrected the other blog, I posted it there instead.
OK, blograde, on second look I concede it may have been your "meaty phallus" post that brought the blog back to life.
Incidentally, that comment kinda put me off hotdogs... and what is kaiserkrainer?
Hot Freaks, you can have the coffee maker, but I formally request the keys to the late Trevor's car.
That sweet-ass ride is still under warranty, yo.
Trev's ghost, please park said vehicle out front of my apartment at your earliest conveyance.
Merci beaucoup.
I'm back. That espresso can raise the dead, I tell you.
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