This ransom note-style message can be found inside the kitchen cabinet. The cabinet I use to store my food, to be exact. Although not my doing, I see it as a whimsical touch to the otherwise crummy unit.Continue reading “Metropolis.”
The next time somebody insists that landlords provide a service, I’m going to punt them to the moooooooon.
Even if it’s in the form of an online comment, I’ll track them down: I’d be doing society a bigger favour.Continue reading “Evictoria.”
The Anals of Time.
Last year, I put together twelve photos of Peter Glazebrook and sent them to London Drugs to be coiled together. His jovial expressions as he presented the grandest of gigantic produce were meant to inspire a superb 2022.
The roomie tested positive for covid on Monday, so I toted my survival kit next door to Jordi’s. My survival kit contains a few pairs of socks, underwear, pajamas, and a Ziploc bag full of skincare products in sample-sized containers.
Powering up for 2023.
“Keep your child safe, get all vaccines on time.”–The first line on the print-out the nurse handed me.
I got the Varicella vaccine yesterday afternoon. Yup, just yesterday.
My parents weren’t anti-vax: they were lax-vax.Continue reading “Powering up for 2023.”