Saturday, 23 February 2013
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
One time, a long time ago, this cute girl came up to me on the bus and asked me "What time is it?" but I think she knew what time it was at, if you know what I mean. Me, being an idiot, I couldn't resist replying "Time to get a watch." She looked puzzled and dismayed, and shuffled off, while I went 'ZING!' in my head.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Friday, 15 February 2013
|B-Mil and I at Geck's, Red Rock in hand. Couldn't tell you why I never smile in pictures.|
|Glorious Seogwipo from my roof. Best roof ever.|
Yep, Siberia for a month or two. I'm gonna do it. Why the fuck not.
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Check out my hilarious tales of brushes with Korean monks and nuns:
My buddy the monk
Monks that piss in caves
The flirty nun
Generous midget nun
Lunch with the nuns
Here's a picture of a massive club I got after some birding with Dance. The thing was a monster, and it put the hurt on me. Halfway through, my eyes were glazing over, and I looked around nervously, knowing I couldn't finish it. Should I get a doggie bag? No, that's weak. Do I leave it? No, the starving Chinese kids. Fuck it, I just closed my eyes and powered through, and I spent the rest of the evening groaning and drifting in and out of consciousness. It's my right, no, my duty, as a red-blooded North American to behave in such a manner. I also drank a can of Coke, because a can of Coke is the best.
In other news, I'm putting serious thought into heading to Siberia for the summer.
Friday, 8 February 2013
|the dreaded slush lake|
|mini slush canyons|
|sliding hunks of falling-off-cars slush|
|light grey new slush|
Slush! I do like it. There are many different variations to be found: Sliding hunks of falling-off-cars slush; light grey new slush, slush canyons, and the dreaded slush lake. Slush! Step in some today!
Thursday, 7 February 2013
|The glorious cold white north|
|Best birding strategy - sit and wait|
|Testing a log over thin ice|
|Common Raven (Bronk!)|
|Livin' the frozen snot dream|
|The mixin of the stuff|
|Sweet sweet moonboot slippers|
|Passing out in style|
|Les Boys, colis|
There was some decent birding/foxing in the cold cold valleys of Saint-Jerome, jammin, imbibing, cookin (I made Korean kimchi bastard cakes, cuz I'm so painfully wordly), and I fell asleep in his luxe basement mini-theatre again, haha.
In other news, scribbling down plans B through Z with glazed-over eyes.
Sunday, 3 February 2013