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i like that he stopped and posed for my iphone, like i imagine the real jesus would have.

as i tend to do every few years, i enjoy revisiting sites of questionable business models to see how things have made out. so, when i was in peterborough a few weeks ago, i was sad to see that my favourite hair salon/computer shop had made the following sad transformation:

January 2009

March 2010

i guess it’s a good thing i didn’t apply for a job there after all.

ok seriously, who thinks it’s appropriate to whittle (yes, carve wood) on the ttc?

his seat was covered nicely in shavings. an awesome treat for the next passenger.

thanks to emily for sending me this:

apparently chumptastic is too hilarious for some work places. it strikes me that, for a site that gets at most 20 visitors a day, adding chumptastic to a content filter might not be worth the effort.

this sign would be even better if it were about a summer horse:

i noticed these signs creeping up in movie theatres in the summer:

they strike me as a “because of me, they have a sign” situation. note that while wearing other footwear, i stop exercising caution.

a coworker brought in this hard drive for me to “dispose of”:


amazing. apparently it’s from 1989.

time to be jealous, kids. i’m google famous:

apparently the google streetview car drove by me as i was leaving work.

close up:

awesome.

i’ve realized this week how many (crappy) photos have accumulated on my blackberry over the last several months. i guess it’s time to start sharing them with the world!

let’s start with this threatening looking sign from my building management:

as was the case with this sign, i’m interested in finding out what i’d be charged with for leaving a door ajar. stop tempting me, westdale properties…

i like these cute little robots that appeared a few weeks ago at intersections all over downtown:

this particular robot was spotted at queen and niagara.

spotted in my building’s mail room, how’s this for a personal touch?

maybe it’s “the entertainment” from david foster wallace’s infinite jest. if so, this is more than warranted, but it probably won’t receive a response.

finally, i’m sorry this didn’t turn out better (crappy blackberry cameraphone), but i’d never seen anyone mopping a ceiling before:

(as spotted in st. patrick station). does anyone else remember that old poledo song? “i’ll wipe the ceiling with you” was the chorus.

at around midnight last night, i heard a loud screech of car brakes, followed by an even louder crashing sound. i looked out my window to see that a car had smashed into a house behind my building. yes, a house. this house wasn’t located at the end of a street, nor was it on a busy street at all. you have to be a real moron to end up causing damage like this:

when i looked out, i saw someone running from the car. i like to think he was running because he was embarassed about being so stupid.

edit: wait, how many cars crashed into buildings in toronto in the last day? at least two apparently!

as seen at hero burger a few months ago:

i couldn’t NOT take this photo. she asked me “what should i be typing when you take my picture?” i think the answer was overwrought prose.

you know, there are a number of adjectives i’d like to be able to use to describe a driving school: safe, cautious, maybe thorough…but unique?:

i’m confident that i wouldn’t take being called a “unique” driver as a compliment.

as an aside, this is my latest in my series of unique things that probably shouldn’t be described unique:

(originally posted here)

and

(originally posted here)

some people need a dictionary and/or thesaurus.

you know that dream you have when you show up for an exam on the wrong day? last night at the skydome felt something like that:

it was weird to be able to walk through the 500 level concourse without seeing another person. it reminded me of going to olympic stadium in montreal in the olden days and not seeing a single person outside. spooky.

ps. it was nice seeing the US get beaten at baseball, even though i it seemed like i was trying harder than any of the american players, and i was drinking beer and eating a hot dog.