If you’re reading this, the rapture probably hasn’t happened ((As with all my posts, this has been scheduled in advance, so I may have “left the building”.)). But then again, what would you expect from a non-prophet organization?
Hot Yam! Retreat
It’s reading week, so instead of taking up your precious reading time, I’m going to post some pictures. I was up at Hart House Farm at the end of January for a retreat with Hot Yam! and again this past weekend for the Food-In Conference, so I thought I’d share a few pictures (click to enlarge) from the Hot Yam! retreat in today’s post and some pictures from the Food-In at a later date. More after the jump.
A town cross
Saw this at a parade on the weekend… When Jesus said, “Take up your cross and follow me,” I somehow doubt He had a U-Haul in mind.
Car with MPD
On Wednesday at the corner of Wilcocks Ave. and St. George St., a car appeared to be confused as to whether it was playing red light/green light or baseball. At first, it stopped at the red light. Then it slowly crept forward a few centimetres as if stealing a base before stopping again, repeating the process as if to say, “Ha ha, Red-light Camera! If I go slowly enough, you can’t see me!” It was about half way through the intersection when the light for its direction turned green and it was clear to go. VROOOM.
The Paperclip Chronicles: Episode I — Alecia's Wardrobe
The Paperclip Chronicles document adventures involving the humble paperclip, a piece of office stationery so versatile that it has become a staple (no pun intended) of my day-pack.
A few months ago on a cold, wintery day, Alecia Fowler was afflicted by two wardrobe malfunctions. One of them would have made a Victorian blush while the other one made Alecia blush. We’ll save the bootie and zipper malfunction for last.
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Whither our weapons?
I sure hope the University of Toronto has a good supply of weapons, both melee and ranged. A university probably ranks rather highly on a list of attack target for zombies — at least if they have any braaains.