It's a breezy Monday morning in the 'Shwa. It is the first day of Autumn, and the sun is just beginning to stretch and yawn. The rain has washed away any mistakes made over the weekend. It's a brand new day. Let's create something new.
An office crush turns to dark obsession with murderous consequences
Ever get the feeling you missed something? Where's Part 1? If you see it, let me know!
First thing this morning I see several giant crows (a murder of crows - yeah, a bit disquieting) milling around my neighbourhood and think to myself, 'huh, look at these guys. They won't even move when they hear a car coming. Jerks.' Then, I get to the train station and see this: Okay... I say [...]
And other things that go BUMP in the night... Ghostbusters Style!
And now they're gone... But if I know anything about trains, I know they will be around again. I am excited to see the next iteration of The Snorks the next time they pass through town.
Dear Oshawa Rail Yard, This train has been abusing my sightline for weeks. It's just parked there. Doing nothing. Nothing but hiding all the magnificent pieces of art that are snuggly parked behind it. Can I report that kind of abuse? I didn't think so. I suppose I will just have to exercise some patience. [...]
Coming soon. Mobile decisions.
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
Note the "Real Feel".... Oh Momma!