Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Oh my hell. I love snowboarding, I really do – what I don’t love are the typical injuries that come along with it. I know most snow sports are inherently dangerous, and to date I’ve still hurt myself far worse skiing than I ever have snowboarding. But Sunday I took a tumble, and my poor … Continue reading Coc’d Up
Snow awesomeness: skiing & boarding! Snowball fights! Snow days from work! Snow not-so-awesomeness: the cold! The bad drivers! The endless slushy muck! did I mention the cold?!? Holy hell Batman, there’s a reason I don’t live in Toronto, or Edmonton, or Montreal, or Juneau. This perpetual blizzardiness can just feel free to fuck right off … Continue reading Brr
What had me so tired yesterday? A few hours of playing in the snow. Especially a few hours in the snow, trying to keep up with this crazy beastiie who LOVES the white powder, and acts every inch the crackhead when she gets to run around in it. Check out the entire set on flickr. Continue reading Romp
Outside the Thai House, next to Spence Diamonds this afternoon: Dude 1: smoking on the stairs between the Thai House and Spence Dude 2: runs out of Spence to put money in his meter Dude 1: You know, Spence has free parking in the back… Dude 2: (shrugs) Ah well, too late now. Dude 1: … Continue reading Overheard
One of my favourite memories from being in Korea was once when we were talking with some of the soldiers (all in their 20s) about dating, etc. On one of the bases in Seoul is a statue of a Korean soldier who died for his company when he leapt on an active grenade. When the … Continue reading Taking one for the Team
Those who know me at all know that I am not what you’d call “kid friendly.” I’ve been known to make small children cry just by looking at them, and I wish I were exaggerating even a little bit about that. So it was with only a little apprehension that I went over to Neil’s … Continue reading Louis Louis, oh no, we gotta go
It never, ever fails. You think some day we’d catch him napping, or in the can, or something other than staring out his window. But no. We can’t make it halfway across the street before he’s strutting out his door and striding across the grass, bellowing “LEASH YOUR DOG PLEASE!” We call him “Park Boss” … Continue reading Park Boss