Come with us now on a journey through time & space...
Ok, not really.
But I spent the last couple of days in Toronto and got snap-happy in my hotel room. I figured it was a good way to prove that I do more than drink beer and swear at hooligans as they drive by on their new-fangled transportation machines.
For example, look at how domesticated I am.
That's an iron. And pants. To be ironed.
Am I good at it? Shit no. But it only took me about 15 hours to make the pants and shirt wearable.
Check yo'self, Martha Stewart. Once I learn how to make a bundt cake using flour, a blowtorch and some Elmers glue, you're out of a job.
Please note that the hotel room work station did not face the TV.
That's great for productivity and all, but how was I supposed to find out if Billy was sleeping with his sister's best friend who was actually his half-sister who came back from the dead - twice?
I'll never know.
Luckily the work was finished in time for some Southpark-watchin' from a bed that could fit about 10 of me.
Not that I counted.
...but yeah, I counted. 10. 10 Kris', ah ah ah!
Always take time to sing in your shower head, even if you are not presently taking a shower.
Then when I did take a shower, I could creepily look into the bedroom through the shower's window-wall.
Useful for a horror movie. Glad I didn't realize it at the time.
My new job title is Professional Disgruntled-Looking Seat Tester.
Hunger kicked my ass, so I dragged my slothy self into the cold streets and stopped at Grindhouse Burger Bar.
My food decisions are always good - those were honestly the best onion rings I've ever had. Ever. And as a Fatty-Gross-Greasy Food Connoisseur, I've had many.
So big I named it Porky (no I didn't).
Food coma. Thank god for the bed.
After work the next day, I met Masuka over at CBC for a bit. I like interrupting people at their places of employment.
This is the tree from Mr. Dressup.
I tried to climb up so I could visit Casey & Finnegan, but they didn't seem to be home.
The Tickle Trunk.
I kinda wanted to steal it and bring it home, but didn't want to get Masuka in trouble. I'm nice like that.
Then off to the train station I went, to wait a couple of hours for a train that would cart my ass home to Niagara.