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Lighting crashes, an old mother dies....
It's a beautiful night in Tofino. There's no moon, but the streetlights are more than enough to light the way. A day of enjoyable housework behind me, and one more tomorrow at the Tofino Trek Inn and my week's stay is paid for. Five days to sit around, enjoy the sights, and plan the future.
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...and then there's Tofino
So I get out of the car in Tofino and the vibe hits me like a brick wall. It's really tiny, but there's something about this place, even before I've seen it in daylight. The two people I've talked to seem really chill and the landscape on the way here (before it got dark) was beautiful ( Read more... ) -
Victoria vs. Bow Valley
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My car!
Ok, so I cheated and backdated today's goodlandsdaily news so that I *technically* published yesterday's article, well, yesterday. And it was pretty weak. Not even Grumpy Bear could have saved the lack of thought or effort going into it ( Read more... ) -
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So I clicked the wrong button, and I can no longer copy and paste into LJ.
I really fucking hate microsoft right now, and my next computer is definitely a mac. -
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So I've been trying to post here lately, instead of just reading other people's stuff to keep up on their lives.
And I can't.
It's not that I don't want to. And it's not that I don't have anything to write about. I finally edited all the pictures from Skinny & Tara's wedding, finally made some die-plate aluminum dash inserts for my car that I'd ( Read more... ) -
Compare and contrast customer service at Rogers with a bunch of Fucktards (max 300 words)
In the spirit of exam season, here's the point-form essay style answer version ( Read more... ) -
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Less than 24 hours left in my career as a Torontonian. Away from the big city and bright lights, back to the country until the next big city and the next bright lights beckon me away.
And in proper Toronto style, my lack of preparedness has made this move a real bitch. Everything that could go wrong and waste time did, and everything that could ( Read more... ) -
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Good freakin' gosh, packing is a bitch. I thought it would be easy--clothes, tax forms, small art, and electronic doodads in the suitcases, pictures, the infested quilt, and other random shit goes FedEx 7-day service. Everything else gets Craigslist, which will give me cash, which will buy me shoes and a set of nifty Swissgear suitcases.
So ( Read more... )