There’s some UFC on this weekend, and while I’ve never really been into fighting and violence, I can certainly appreciate a good man-beating.

When I moved from home, I knew I had enough stuff that I only wanted to move once. So I skipped the dorm rooms, and rental apartments and went straight to buying. The place was filled up instantly, my stuff distributed evenly through 2 floors (and a finished basement). So my new stuff equals accumulation. Though I now have more shelf space than I’ll ever need (unless I inherit and choose to not dispose of a libraries inventory), I think everything fits nicely, it’s comfortable, it’s where I keep my toys: Home is where your stuff is.

The house on the left has had a five foot cobra loose inside of it since September.
Kinda makes me a little nervous…

The house on the right is probably one of the most unique, and beautiful homes in Toronto. What it lacks in grandeur it makes up in sheer architectural beauty, it was featured in a book I saw somewhere once.

We had a bit of an ice storm yesterday; when I woke up everything had a thin glaze of snow and ice on it.

You can see what I’m shooting if you blur your eyes, like one of them 3D image thingies I could never see.
“A Skooner is a Sailboat stupid-head!”