As you can see from the last picture, this didn't turn out quite as I had hoped. I was envisioning that the tubes would melt onto the knitting - instead, they splashed below onto the posters, leaving the blanket essentially pristine.

Come Home

(slash "Come Homey")

I HAVE been having recurring dreams that I am excellent at ice skating...

New toy (camera)

Say hello to my newest self-indulgent purchase -the noir Diana Mini.





Isn't she adorable? I need to spend some quality time with her before she gets her own name but I did consider it a sign that we were meant to be together when I saw that she has a picture of Gordon on the dial and I'm not even kidding.

For some reason I find her way less embarrassing to pull out than Felix the gf1, which does take amazing photos. I had her in my bag all weekend and uses her to take pictures of a birthday dance party, carpet, a carnivorous frog named Voodoo and the Occupy Toronto march (in both directions).

Taking pictures with her makes me feel like a reporter from the 40's.

Back to school

Few places make me feel like I'm about to have a really good think that will end in a really good idea like the Great Library.

Combine that generally feeling of anticipatory promise of intellectual greatness with a lunch withe the one Clarke Tedesco and being on the receiving end of an impassioned monologue about the hallucinogenic effects of Benylyn with the officer working the metal detector ("I just took a whole bing of it!" combined with the extra wide eyes of truth telling) and I'd have to say this day has been pretty great so far.