
I cleaned my fountain pens today.

I cleaned my fountain pens today.
What’s the proper name for someone from Saskatchewan?
(apart from “Doug”.)
The semi-skilled busker with the snoozing-in-the-guitar-case spaniel was performing at Osgoode tonight.
In response to Jill’s post to fegmaniax:
I was trying to get to 100, but I guess I’m not that acquisitive.
Catherine and I just had lunch at Queen of Sheba on Bloor just east of Dufferin. It was good; gentle spices and tons of flat bread to eat the meat and sauces with.
I can’t believe I have never had Ethiopian food before. I shall remedy that soon.
There is a very bad smell blowing into Union Station from the east. It has a kind of burning manure tang to it.
I will use the word tortfeasor in casual conversation today.
Bell Canada’s new slogan “From A to Z, the calls are free” doesn’t quite work here. In this country it would have to be “the calls are fred”.
Dang! Looks like I lost my Lamy fountain pen at the Los Angeles Omni.
It was very yellow, with green ink.
I have the elevator in the Hilton Checkers in Los Angeles to thank for my new blog slogan. It’s about the fire alarm.
I’m watching Jesus Camp; and it’s about the most alarming thing I’ve ever seen.
Kunekune are very cute. Quite stubby.
(and this boar snoozing amongst the apples is a picture of contentment.)
In New Hamburg, they do things differently. They still have the winter ‘Snowman Suicide Pact‘ cups at Tim’s …
I got the feeling that quite a few people at the Daniel Johnston gig last night weren’t there for the music, but were just there to see what he’d do.
I quite like his music (I was more there to hear McCa) and I’m glad he’s making a living from it, but he’s clearly not doing too well on stage. Random playing, forgetting the words or tune, massive tremor while he was singing, complaining of being tired — he’s not well. I felt particularly sorry for him when his keyboard mic kept slipping lower and lower, and he had to hunch down to sing into it; no stage crew came out to help him.
I had to leave early. Too many of the crowd were there to laugh at him, I felt.
On a windowsill towards the rear of TTC streetcar #4106, there is a paint chip in exactly the profile of Afrika Bambaataa circa ‘Planet Rock’. You may begin to worship …

Sign at Riverdale Library: Slippery trip hazard.
Witness this opened-up downpipe I hacked out the weekend:

 That’s a solid plug of roots that had grown about 20cm up. There was also no discernible drain at the bottom of the pipe, so it was basically just dumping into the flowerbed.