Hello and good day. The recent days have been tiring and strange. Having recently moved to Ottawa I've become overwhelmed by strange bus routes and restaurants that sell shawarmas located on every street corner. If you don't know what that is, it's just a meat pita with garlic sauce and vegetables.
There is still a lot of the city I've yet to see, but I already made the obvious visit to parliament. While there I saw some people dressed up like chickens. Despite my best efforts I couldn't figure out the purpose of their actions and wasn't willing to stand around in the rain to find out. I'll just assume they were protesting the exploitation of large human-shaped chickens.
Anyway, my adventures continue, as well as my quest for income. I gotta go now. I'm suddenly craving a chicken shawarma.
October 30, 2009
October 17, 2009
Octoberfest without the Mustard
Still alive, everyone. But also still without steady Internet. I've been keeping myself busy with fun things like mud skiing, interpretive eating, and juggling cats. Also, I broke out a canvas recently and painted this strange thing. I call it "The Moron Lisa"...
Whilst shopping the other day I stumbled upon two humorous finds. Here's the first one.
If you couldn't pick up on the irony, this special plastic package cutting knife is inside one of those stubborn plastic packages. You'll have to buy a knife in advance just to open this knife. But how are you going to get into the first knife's package?!! With scissors of course.
And check out this crazy crap.
It's difficult to make out, but this giant bouncing rubber ball has a warning sticker on it that says "Warning! Choking Hazard! Contains small parts". Well that's a lie. If you can't tell from the picture, this ball is huge. Your kid would have to unhinge his jaw to choke on this. Doesn't really need a warning, people. If your kid is dumb enough to try and swallow something bigger than a baseball, then your kid is a lost cause.
Anyway, catch you fools later.
Whilst shopping the other day I stumbled upon two humorous finds. Here's the first one.
If you couldn't pick up on the irony, this special plastic package cutting knife is inside one of those stubborn plastic packages. You'll have to buy a knife in advance just to open this knife. But how are you going to get into the first knife's package?!! With scissors of course.And check out this crazy crap.
It's difficult to make out, but this giant bouncing rubber ball has a warning sticker on it that says "Warning! Choking Hazard! Contains small parts". Well that's a lie. If you can't tell from the picture, this ball is huge. Your kid would have to unhinge his jaw to choke on this. Doesn't really need a warning, people. If your kid is dumb enough to try and swallow something bigger than a baseball, then your kid is a lost cause.Anyway, catch you fools later.
September 23, 2009
Back to the Scotia (Too Tired to Make Sense)
Just a quick post to let everyone (you know who you are) know that I'm still alive and well. The flight back to Nova Scotia was just as brutal as expected, but I survived. I imagine I'll still have jet lag in November.
Anyway, I still don't have a steady Internet source, but I will update the site when possible. Here's a pic I drew with my shiny new phone. Over and out.
Anyway, I still don't have a steady Internet source, but I will update the site when possible. Here's a pic I drew with my shiny new phone. Over and out.
September 16, 2009
September 15, 2009
Robo Davy Jones' Lunar Locker
Well, this is it. I am less than two days from my departure from Korea, and before I know it I'll be drinking syrup straight from the tree.
It's been a hell of a ride, and I feel like another chapter of my life is beginning. I hope it's a chapter about me fighting robot pirates on the moon. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of Long Bolt Silver and his mechanical crew sailing the Sea of Tranquility in their Jolly Rover plundering craters for coolant. There will be a goodly amount of pain delivered, I assure ye.
Anyway, this is just a quick post to let it be known that I will be dropping off the radar for a bit while I'm between Internet sources. Don't worry, though, I will continue to bring the funny and random goodness you crave as soon as I'm back online.
It's been a hell of a ride, and I feel like another chapter of my life is beginning. I hope it's a chapter about me fighting robot pirates on the moon. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of Long Bolt Silver and his mechanical crew sailing the Sea of Tranquility in their Jolly Rover plundering craters for coolant. There will be a goodly amount of pain delivered, I assure ye.
Anyway, this is just a quick post to let it be known that I will be dropping off the radar for a bit while I'm between Internet sources. Don't worry, though, I will continue to bring the funny and random goodness you crave as soon as I'm back online.
September 11, 2009
September 6, 2009
The Mouthful
Check out this restaurant.
Okay, there are so many things to say about that. For one, I hear they serve a terrific spotted dick. I know it's immature of me, but hey, this is nearly as hilarious as finding a submarine sandwich shop called "Peter Johnson and Harry Dong's Home of the Famous Footlong!"
But seriously you gotta have balls to call your restaurant that. Though cocky as it is, with a name like that, it likely wont last schlong.
Okay. I'm finished.
Okay, there are so many things to say about that. For one, I hear they serve a terrific spotted dick. I know it's immature of me, but hey, this is nearly as hilarious as finding a submarine sandwich shop called "Peter Johnson and Harry Dong's Home of the Famous Footlong!"
But seriously you gotta have balls to call your restaurant that. Though cocky as it is, with a name like that, it likely wont last schlong.
Okay. I'm finished.
September 1, 2009
Dancin' in the Street
On Saturday Sept 29th I was lucky enough to witness a strange and interesting event. As a tribute to Michael Jackson on what would have been his 51st birthday, people gathered at various parts of northern Seoul to suddenly break into synchronized dance.
If you view the video I've put up - video I took myself - then you'll see two of the flash-mobs that occurred at two different locations around GwangHwaMun. It all starts with one man dancing to the song Beat It, and then people joining in to become a massive coordinated spectacle usually reserved for the realities of musicals. Simply put, I thought it was cool as hell.
If you look carefully in the video you should be able to see various people dressed in ways that pay homage to Michael. As well, you can spot the odd person dressed like an animal ... for the hell of it I guess.
While I was on my way to the first dance mob I ran into a gentleman who was obviously a big Michael Jackson fan. He wore a hat and single shimmering glove. He seemed truly pleased to see me, though we'd never met before. He shook my hand and greeted me.
"Michael Jackson - king of pop!" He shouted.
"Yeah," I replied and smiled.
"Fucking Bush!" he shouted louder, "Obama, good! ... Fucking Bush!!"
I'm not sure what the connection was between his first comment and the next, but he was certainly passionate about both. All in all it was a day about people doing something they were very passionate about. The world needs more of that.
If you view the video I've put up - video I took myself - then you'll see two of the flash-mobs that occurred at two different locations around GwangHwaMun. It all starts with one man dancing to the song Beat It, and then people joining in to become a massive coordinated spectacle usually reserved for the realities of musicals. Simply put, I thought it was cool as hell.
If you look carefully in the video you should be able to see various people dressed in ways that pay homage to Michael. As well, you can spot the odd person dressed like an animal ... for the hell of it I guess.
While I was on my way to the first dance mob I ran into a gentleman who was obviously a big Michael Jackson fan. He wore a hat and single shimmering glove. He seemed truly pleased to see me, though we'd never met before. He shook my hand and greeted me.
"Michael Jackson - king of pop!" He shouted.
"Yeah," I replied and smiled.
"Fucking Bush!" he shouted louder, "Obama, good! ... Fucking Bush!!"
I'm not sure what the connection was between his first comment and the next, but he was certainly passionate about both. All in all it was a day about people doing something they were very passionate about. The world needs more of that.
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