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How many times can I post a photo of Guiness? As many as I can drink!
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Sometimes I sit at my computer desk (now a proper desk, not inset in a bookshelf), and consider what to write, other times, I just steal what Attila wrote and write that.
My iPod died a few weeks ago, and it’s a pretty sad commute without one – but Apple did just announce their new-fangled touch screen iPod’s – which means waiting through all the recent incarnations will pay off in sweet-sweetness. I just wish $400 spent 6 years ago didn’t turn into $0 today.
That’s shite diminishing returns.
I want to ride my bike.
I potentially could ride my bicycle to work in the summer, just as much as I could potentially die from the invariably horrific bloodbath that would ensue; my carcass tossed from car to car, truck to truck, and bus to transport – Biking down major roadways in Toronto is a sure way to die.
I envy those who do it, I envy those who CAN do it. I watch from my perch on the bus as cars duck on and off of Lawrence avenue west, how they seem intent on only self-serving purposes. No wonder people still ride their bikes on the sidewalk, anything else would be fucking nuts.
Frig Frig Frig Frig
So I’ve got this Ms. pac-man table-top machine upstairs that belongs to my room-mate Dan. Some way, some how, while Attila and Jen were sleeping in the spare room, the glass on the machine cracked [read: they were banging on top of it].
The glass measures 55.6cm wide and 68cm long; it’s actually a octagon, so there are 3cm diagonal cuts at the 51cm and the 64cm measurements (respectively).
I actually assume it was the heat from the CRT – the thing’s a beast, and instead of unplugging it we threw a nice warm blanket to keep the un-aired, un-circulated glass toasty. In the middle of the night we were all woken up by a loud “BANG!” which we passed off as gunshots because I live in the hood.
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