I may be summoned to work in a week. I received an email on Friday announcing that the bike shop would be back in operation by the 11th. Yet, neither Yann nor I have received a separate email saying that our services would be required.
After two months of not doing much of value, I’ve started on a bunch of projects: I’ve been learning how to use GIMP, which is a Photoshop-like app; I’ve learned how to edit videos; unraveled, and reattempted a knitting project. I painted a rock.
Let’s talk about the rock:
Not exactly a masterpiece, but as long as the rock is recognizable as the proper noun, it’s good enough.
I had to do the obvious because the obvious hadn’t been done yet.
One of the contributors to the Beacon Lodge Friendship Rock Garden (this is peak Victoria) is curiously into the long-irrelevant cartoon, Duck Tales.
This is my cute side. On the inverse, I also grabbed a plastic mailer bag out of the recycling bin outside the building, Sharpie’d a straight-up aggressive message on it, and then taped it onto the recipient’s door.
“IT SAYS ON THE RECYCLING BIN ‘NO PLASTIC BAGS'”
Yann didn’t think it was right of me to do. It bugs the shit out of me when people don’t sort their recycling. Littering is the quickest way to lose my respect. The selfishness of throwing your garbage wherever, whenever, to me, is unfathomable.
If I were 10 sizes bigger (so, basically, over 50 feet tall), I’d hand back every cigarette butt I see being flicked to the ground.
Before anyone points out that some plastic bags are recyclable, they need to be taken to a special facility. The company that picks up our recycling and waste doesn’t go that extra mile. Just because someone didn’t put it in the garbage themselves doesn’t mean it doesn’t end up in the garbage. Misplacing garbage is only a tiny step down from littering.
MAYBE SHE (yes, it was a she) DOESN’T HAVE THE TIME TO SORT HER RECYCLING BECAUSE SHE’S TOO BUSY PAINTING FRIENDSHIP ROCKS?
I wasn’t into DC or Marvel comics: I grew up thinking Captain Planet was a respectable superhero. He was blue, wore a belt with his underwear, and had a green mullet!
Here’s an interesting tidbit that I’ve just learned (but did not care to verify whether true or not): companies that produced Captain Planet-themed merch had to completely change their manufacturing processes so that the merch could be made from recycled and recyclable products.
So, yeah, I’ll be “rude” to my neighbours if it means saving the planet.