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Convenience

Convenience
A convenience store a few blocks away from my work burned down last month. A few weeks before that a restaurant across the street from it was also set alight. A month before that a house a few blocks from my house was on fire. And last year an entire building at the corner of Mel’s street burned the fuck to the ground.

Now I don’t want to sound any alarms here – but Ottawa’s slowly getting burned to the ground by the impending robot army, the Americans, or Tibetans in protest of China’s illegitimate rule of their homeland.

You can also zoom into this picture at 100% here, and try and see if there are any clues – or even interesting things in the rubble – like prayer flags or cherpa husks.

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Hoofin_it

Hoofin_it
Only in Ottawa can you commute to work by skating. Well… I think it’s just in Ottawa – if you’re reading this from another skate-to-work community, or if you have an equally interesting/unique method (dog sleds, submarine, unicorn) drop me a comment and enlighten us all.

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Petit Bistro

Petit Bistro
Mel and I visited Petit Bill’s Bistro in Westboro last weekend. They had Lobster Poutine – delicious – nuff said.

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Playground Uprising

Playground Uprising
I’m starting to wonder if a robot uprising is really just a self-fulfilling prophecy waiting to happen. We, as a society, already fantasize heavily on the subject: Blade Runner, The Matrix Movies, The Terminator, all Japanese Anime, and The Muppets. All robot propaganda subverting our psyche until the day our artificial overlords take their place of power.

Update: OMG! The Big Picture, just did a piece on robots too!

Broken Telephone

Broken Telephone
Why do babies insist on IGNORING their toys, and going straight for the real thing. It’s like they know quality when they see it. I’m not sure, but I think even if they made replicas that looked real (a la Ikea fake-TV’s), the kids would still skip right by them so that they could bang the phones on the ground, eat the television remotes, and scarily approach digital cameras with wide-eyes.