Holy Shit! This is looong overdue.

Hi Fans! I realize I may no longer the have the small amount I have if I keep this shitty updating thing up. So here goes a big one. You'll see pictures from Brenda's visit home, this past Sin Sunday, me skiing in the Canadian Rockies(!) and a few others. Hold on to your seats! You might be in for a wild ride! This is just a picture I like.

This pot has a story. Here it is;
I had a french couchsurfer staying with me. AK, is what I called him. I couldn't say his name, Aourell. "You say your 'R's wrong!" is what he yelled at me one time that I tried. Anyways, the pot. So one day AK tells me he's going to go for a walk to get a treasure. (tray-sewa, that's how it sounded when he said it.) Alrighty, whatever. He comes back like an hour and a half later with a safe hanging off his backpack. It's heavy. He found it in the river. He had to chip away at the ice for like 30 minutes to get it out! So he brings it back here, we defrost it, and one day I come home from work and theres a birth certificate on the arm of my couch. I pick it up and take a look and it and wonder where the hell AK got it, I know this kid! Not well, but I know him and he just might want this thing back. So I get his number from Matty and give him a holla. He's pretty stoked to hear I have this thing. Comes by a bit later, smokes a J with me. I'm happy. We finish'er off, he says he's going to leave and says, "You can keep that." and points to the bag. Fucken' eh! I was out! Perfect!

So there's that story.

Me! As I look every morning for my bike ride to work. It's barely morning. The earliest I ever work is 11am. It's pretty slack. I like it.

Last Sunday! This is AK with Mattys "Russian Hat" on. This was a fun, silly night.

Matty as Crocodile Dundee. Me with a golden pocket watch. And Marcela with the Russian hat. I was pretty ham hammed at this point. Jager. I love it.

And again. I meant to only upload the first one. But then this one came too.
Rockstar! Russian Rockstar!

This is the joint that got me too high to write a blog post. The paper was coated with resin. Is that how it's spelt? I'd usually check dictionary.com in a case like this. But don't know that this would be a word they'd have. Brendas visit! She got here on Sunday morning, like 7 am, and left Monday afternoon, 1pm or so. It was a quick visit but we had a silly Sunday evening. It was so great to see her. I wish Graham could have come with her.
Ho'boy! I was clearly done by this point. But not actually, that's a pornstar cocktail in my hand. Mmm Mmm. My tongue was blue by the time I got home.

And aparently that's all I've got. I tried to upload a video of my skiing. But the internet connection is shit right now. Not a big deal. I'll try again some other time. Maybe. No promises. My camera was broken for a little while there. A couchsurfer fixed it. Thanks Martin!

I don't have photos from the fire. But I read in the newspaper that 7 apartments were damaged. What happened is some buddy was deep frying some dinner and the oil caught fire and then somehow jumped it's way into the vent and since this is Cavell the vent probably hasn't been cleaned since the place opened a bazillion years ago so it caught on fire too and then it migrated into the walls and up the floors.

When I texted my Sister that my apartment building was on fire her response was, "Effie says take pics she want to see it on the blog!" A minute later she sends, "She also says STOP......DROP....ROLL" Thanks for the advice Effie!

Well, I'm stoned and I'm going to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire now. Peace.