Ode to the Lost Things
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.
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 [...]
The Justice League - Economy Edition
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 Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
Dear Tuesday, Why, oh why do you feel like Monday? Is this just the first repetition in a Groundhog Day series of events? No. Please. No. It's early yet, let's get a cuppa joe down (or two) and reassess. You may feel like a Tuesday yet! I believe in you. Signed, Cautiously Optimistic
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