Today is August 14th, and is therefore the one year anniversary of my leaving home. In the past twelve months, I have been from Winnipeg to Vancouver, from Vancouver to Maui, from Maui to Kauai, from Kauai to Maui, from Maui to Vancouver, from Vancouver to Victoria, from Victoria to Vancouver, from Vancouver to Victoria, from Victoria to Seattle, ( Read more... )

I just went out for tea with a guy from the Yukon territory. He is the first Yukonite (Yukonian?) I have ever met, and spoke with a vaguely French Canadian accent. Perhaps his father was in the military? Or perhaps all Yukonites talk that way.
Anyway, the conversation gradually drifted (as it eventually must and shall in conversations between two ( Read more... )

After a full year spent at the worst desk in the whole Elliot building (it's right by the door to my office, so everytime someone comes in or out, I know it, plus it's right next to the only fridge and kettle in the basement), I have, finally, exerted my newfound seniority in the cause of usurping a desk of superior quality. This one formerly ( Read more... )

So you wanna be a bigshot writer but can't be bothered to create your own original characters or plotlines? Well my dear boy, then here is the guide for you! You see, my friend, we are living in the "post-modern" age (all of the highier-end periodicals tell me so) and fortunately, one of the features of this age is that the true literary genius ( Read more... )

Now here is an article whose headline sounds like it could easily have originated in the Onion.
If you ever find that your wigwam is haunted, it's probably just built over an old Catholic burial ground.

I didn't bother to mention this, but for the last week my mother (and initially my sister as well) have been visiting me in Victoria. I have just spent the past three days in Tofino, though was placed in the awkward position of not having enough money to do anything there ( Read more... )

It turns out that my meetings with my supervisor go alot better when I prepare for them before hand. Who knew?

All things considered, I think that the worst type of problem (mathematically speaking, I mean) is the one that you know should be simple to solve, but to which you, for the life of yourself, cannot seem to derive a solution. And all of the textbook authors apparently consider the whole thing to be so trivial as to be beneath deriving. Bah ( Read more... )

Leah got here last Tuesday; she has spent most of her time since then applying for housing, getting her citizenship papers in order...and pressuring me to let her dye my hair black. Last night (against my better judgement) I finally crumbled. Well, it turns out my better judgement was right, because at the moment I'm hideous. Looking in the mirror ( Read more... )

Pinocchio sucks.
I never saw it as a child, honestly; indeed, I watched it for the first (and, God willing, only) time about two months ago. I'm only bringing it up now because I recently stumbled upon some blog in which some Concerned Parent (TM) criticizes the film for showing boys smoking, drinking alcohol, and using the word "Jackass*" (Horrors ( Read more... )