Frequent-former-commenter ECB hand-delivered some kickass homemade chocolate-chip scones to me yesterday. I may have eaten them all in a single sitting today.
Last night a bunch of us got together for a pretty big party, partly in honour of my upcoming birthday, and partly in honour of the just-past birthday of one of the hosts. It was a grand time: cake, booze and deep conversations about the role of race in education abounded.
The Canadian Tire at Leslie and Lakeshore has a Starbucks beside it. This seems like it should not be.
At said Crappy Tire, I went in to pick up a power bar for the office at work, but ended up finding out (a.) they were sold out, (b.) it didn't have surge protection, a necessity for computers, and (c.) there was a differet surge-protected power bar on sale, but not in the flyer, for a similarly good deal. Sometimes you find a little serendipity in the home-electrical section of a store, you know?
This city is in the grips of Grey Cup Fever. I, however, am in the grips of a cold. I hope I infected a lot of people at the aforementioned party.
Speaking of parties, a couple of members of the regular drinkin'-gang (they're housemates) are having a Masquerade Party in a couple of weeks, and masks are suggested. They also live next door to a member of legendary Canadian-rock band Sloan, and I swear if I ever meet him, I will very likely turn into a giggling little fanboy and ask to pose for a picture with him. (I'm normally pretty stoic when it comes to meeting celebrities, but for this one, all bets are off.)
Low-carb beer? C'mon, asshole, accept the fact that you are both an alcoholic and you're fat.
Speaking of beer, I tried Innis & Gunn's "rum finish" beer last night. Honestly, I haven't found an alternate version of their beer which is better than the original, which is next to heavenly.
And that's all for now.
Cough, cough.
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