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incendies is about the least foreign movie i can imagine. thanks rogers video:

i’m going to guess there aren’t a lot of sports fans writing for healthy living moods magazine. MPV! MPV!

how will i know what kind of coffee to order, tim hortons?

sigh, i’m always too late for everything.

i’ve been fascinated by this “shop” in village on the grange for the last couple years – this photo doesn’t adequately capture the fact that it’s at most 2 feet deep:

how could they possibly be renovating it? how much do you suppose their rent is for this “space”?

quick, spot the design flaw:

one rainy day after work, a makeshift pen was set up in the park in front of my building. i started hearing people saying “baa” loudly, so i looked out my window and saw this:

i still don’t quite understand why people were pretending to be sheep. this, of course, culminated with these “sheep” getting shorn:

disturbing and weird. and hilarious.

politics aside, i’m unclear how putting this “pamphlet” under my door would make me vote green:

i obviously enjoy ted talks like many people, but i’m not sure of the message this is trying to send…except maybe that wasting paper to distribute a photocopied list of your bookmarks may not be the greenest thing you could do.

how did i neglect to buy this?

apparently one of my neighbours was either in a big hurry, or has no depth perception:

perhaps it was my neighbour who apparently parks a golf cart in their parking space?

also, i like that the wheelchair spot (wait, a wheelchair spot in a parking garage?) is filled with a golf cart and a motorcycle.

okay, this is the lamest and most canadian thing i can imagine:

what this photo doesn’t capture is the insane number of people lined up for the opportunity to attempt to grab 5 cent bills out of the air. amazing.

i would love to know how i got subscribed to this catalog, especially at my work address. there’s not a lot of use for a “guide gear deluxe 360 degree swivel lift system” (an effortless way to hang your big-game trophy for processing) in downtown toronto.

ps. i’m still grossed out by the term processing.

while it’s not as awesome as this guy’s bike chariot, the one i saw this evening on queen west was pretty great:

several years ago, ontario banned all cigarette advertisements, including those signs on convenience store awnings that list their products and services (lottery tickets! atm! groceries!), so it’s quite common to see “cigarettes” among those lists covered up by tape or paint. anyway, i guess this store found a way around this:

(and yes, this stellar photo was taken out the window of a streetcar).

update: i forgot to mention, to add to the unintentional comedy, i’m pretty sure they refer to themselves as “Your Independent Milk Retailer”. and, with a name like that, how could they not be?