Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
You know, I’ve become familiar with some stuff not really working up to what I think its full potential should be. My digital camera is small, sturdy, and is capable of taking some great pictures. However, it doesn’t do close-ups well at all. I forgive it for that small transgression. My sunglasses occasionally hurt my … Continue reading Product Placement
I have a memorial service to go to next week and I’m in the process of finding a charitable organization to make a donation to, in lieu of (which will actually be in addition to, because that’s just what I do) flowers. Thankfully, it’s been a while since I’ve had a memorial or funeral to … Continue reading Dona-Shunned
The bad date. Oh my. I honestly can’t think of a much worse one. I hardly know where to start. I suppose the beginning is a good place. This is long. You may want to grab a snack. I met a guy. He’s a firefighter. He will henceforth be referred to as RescueDork, since that’s … Continue reading I want you Bad.
One thing that makes it really easy for me to come up with the Ridiculously High Standards is the fact that while some women make excuses for why they should stay with someone, I am unequalled in my ability to talk myself out of any potential dating/relationship scenario. I can go from naming babies and … Continue reading Special Talent
yellow Originally uploaded by peechie. I went to see Coldplay’s first of two shows at GM Place last night. To say I was disappointed is an understatement. I’m trying not to be a concert snob about the whole thing, but I see a lot of concerts, and I know pretty well what most venues in … Continue reading Left Cold
Dear Internets, I am tired. TIRED. This whole “having a life thing,” well I just don’t know how people do it. I get up early in the mornings, earlier than I need to for work, because it’s the only time of day I have left to do things like laundry, and empty the dishwasher, and … Continue reading Her Royal Highness
Remember the Drop Off phenomenon from a little while ago? I’ve recently solved two more drop off mysteries.
Let this be a lesson to you, men! If you adopt the “drop off” method, odds seem to be that you’ll eventually be found out, and instead of looking like a socially-retarded dork, you’ll come off as a complete asshole. Read on for examples… Continue reading “Drop Off – Redux”