ask me the questions you never want answers to

Been listening to The Weakerthans a lot lately. I never really liked them, then I saw them open for the Tragically Hip a bunch of times and I was kinda sold. Thank God those multiple Hip Shows days are over.... it was boring as hell and ate a giant hole in my wallet. Que Sera, or something.

Anyway. Here is a picture from what was happening outside from Monday night. All evidence of such event is already gone.

I took this right before the Brock Press snowball fight which resulted in Marc becoming nearly sterile and Mike becoming nearly blind. It's kind of how snowball fights are meant to be, but a lot more alcohol could have been involved, if you ask me. But we were kind of at work.

Tonight I went to an impromptu dinner at Mom and Dad's. I wasn't going to go, but Mom made a big deal (as she always does) and Tim was going to be there, and I haven't seen him in a while. The first thing he said to me was "Fuck, my jacket smells like fuckin' booze", so really, I haven't been missing much.