Monday, November 29, 2010

And the winner is...

Ladies and Gentlemen,

It is with great pleasure that I present to you, Mr. Street Treasure 2010!

I'd like to thank everyone who entered this year's contest, and would like to remind future entrants that  this is a family show. I don't care how 'tasteful' you think that picture of you in the canal is, Bill. But if you send me anything like that ever again, I'll have to go the proper authorities. That said, I did appreciate your enthusiasm.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thats no Moon. Its a space station.

A friend of mine sent me this piece, he really wanted to find it, he loves rewards.

Who the hell don't?

At first I was totally into it. But then I got to thinking... How much could that bucket of bolts actually be worth? Then, I remembered something about the ship that made the Kessel Run in lesss than 12 parsecs and was right back on board.

But then I looked at the contact information and I knew something was up. I couldn't quite place it, but knew...

Then, 2 movies later, Admiral Ackbar hit the nail on the head.

Whew, we really dodged a bullet on that one.

Monday, November 22, 2010

If I had only known

While not native to, I have lived here long enough to know whats what.
Or so I thought anyway.
 Do you know how many Air Miles I've spent on trips to Lausanne when I had this almost litterally in my back yard.

Boy do I feel foolish.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Oh this?

Sure you can have it.
When you pry it from my cold, dead hands.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Have you ever...

... been to the Experimental Farm and wondered what sorts of experiments are happening?

Well I have, and judging by the look on this goat's face,
whatever it is they do there. Its baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

Monday, November 15, 2010

DIY in Oshawa

It seemed that (for at least a while there) bands and artists from Oshawa and its environs really embraced the idea and the culture of DIY. Upon my triumphant return to NEB's Funworld I discovered that the DIY ethic has transcended the realm of the independent artist and is cropping up all over the place.
I wonder if they have a stash of these in the printer tray at the ready in case this one gets puked on.

And now for something totally unrelated

I will always love you, Jean Claude Damn Van.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Whose house?

Our house!




Aw, dammit Carl. Not again!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Seat of the Beast

Everyone sees the devil's number come up from time to time: the total on a receipt being "$666"; a broken digital display that displays 8:00 as "6:66"; a really good gas tank usage displaying 666 kilometres on your tip-o-metre.

But you never see the throne of the Dark Lord. The place where he rests his hooves when taking form on this mortal earth. The seat supports have been transfixed into an anarchistic form while supporting the pressure of Lucifier's evil.

Ironically enough, this chair was discarded on a street that houses both a catholic church, a religious university and a convent.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I wasn't kidding.

Remember that photo my knife concealing friend sent in? Well if not, catch up here,

I just wanted to reiterate the importance of my last warning. Recently, a flamingo crossed her, look what happened to him.

Dude, she is gnarly.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sunday, November 7, 2010

That seems like a reasonable request.

Lions, Cheetahs, Jaguars, Margays, Wildcats, Bobcats, Cougars, Tabbies, Ocelots, Panthers, Sabre Toothed Cats, Siberian Tigers, Albino Siberian Tigers - All fine.
But if you even think about parking your Lynx, you're outta here Mister!

Saturday, November 6, 2010

One of these things just doesn't belong.

Who the heck had a big turkey dinner at the corner of Norman and Preston?

And now that I think of it, it was like 12:26 AM.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Oopsy daisy!

Well thats the last time I have a Bhut Jolokia. Can't even throw them things in the bin without incident.

I should have known better.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Slap Hands!

Grim visions of the apocalypse... Or a failed high five that took place shortly after the most memorable chip truck experience of my life?

You be the judge.