one more

forgot the meat...

photographic test drive

i'm test driving a Nikon D50 to see if'n i like it. i do so far...

what's your fantasy eh?

not quite the sign i expected to see at Chapters. maybe at the adult book store, but not the family one.

or maybe i just missed the point. i'm pretty good at that.

sitting 'round the copier telling ghost stories

i got to work this morning and found this:

i'm not 100% sure why though. maybe back in the old days before there were computers, people used to sit around the photocopier to make themselves feel more productive. it's close to the coffee machine too - so maybe they're being SUPER-DOUBLE productive by having coffee AND watching the photocopier.

oh, and the copier doubles as a fax machine too. damn, the people who sat in these chairs were probably executives.

what's really important

This picture gives us a clear example of what's the most important thing to push around in the wheel chair (not grandpa).

because it just makes sense

i love the name of the second application on the list in the above picture. if you didn't know anything about it, you might almost think "aaah, so that's how you can get more Native Clients - Microsoft has a program for it!"

sitting in front of the boss's office is annoying. if he's not fighting with a client about something stupid, he's talking about how great his cottage is compared to other people's cottages or playing golf. like anyone wants to hear anything about either of those subjects.

i, in particular, don't want to hear about them seven or eight times a day.

i think there's a point in every corporate douchebag's life that switches over their mind to think only about clients, cottages and golf. maybe that's why the divorce rate is so high. it would suck sitting around the dinner table at night to only hear "our cottage is much bigger than the jones cottage - but the location they've got, you could easily put up a new structure and sell for a 10% profit."

one fine day at the grocery store

i decided that i'd go to the grocery store to buy some fruit. i've been on a kick of trying to eat healthier foods lately, so i generally hit the grocery store at some point mid-morning. as i'm generally just buying fruit to last me for the day, i tend not to bother putting it in the plastic bags the grocery store provides to you, preferring to avoid the excess plastic waste by just putting the fruits right in my grocery basket. an old lady sees me doing this today and says...

her: "oh, do you need a bag to put that in? here you go"
me: "no, i'm just buying one. i don't need it, thanks"
her: "don't put it right in the basket like that, it's full of germs"
me: "ma'am, this grows in dirt and is sprayed with pesticides and fertilizer. fertilizer is made of poop. i'm going to wash it before i eat it."

yeah.

the zoo eh?

t'other day i went to the zoo and took some pictures:

this monkey was trying to find his car keys:

the anemones were trying to hump.

this turtle was so bored.

captain dirt-frog here was very intrigued by a spot on the wall (frogs tend to have pretty severe obsessive compulsive disorder).