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Okay, pedestrians? I hate that new stop light at the intersection there as much as you do. I agree that the old 4-way-stop was good enough, and that this new system is just the city throwing good money away on something useless. But it's there now, and with it comes certain rules. Like YOU DON'T CROSS WHEN THE LITTLE RED HAND IS LIT! Especially when, say, a car or a bike is coming into the intersection at you! Got that? Thanks.Taxi drivers: Would it kill you to look in your blind spot when you're pulling into or out the curb? 'Cause one of these days, you're gonna kill me. And my momma don't want me dead yet. Please?
Hee! I've seen people fall off bikes before, but never because they missed the pedal while starting up. That's too funny.
Okay, something's wrong when those two little dogs are wearing more clothing than the lady holding their leashes. Oh, wait, those are boots. Oh, no, they're dogs... and she's also wearing fluffy boots. Dayamn. Where's my camera when I want it?
Queen Street has to be the coolest street in Toronto. How many streets offer so much fodder for people watching AND change character at least five times in one 20 minute bike ride?
I read in this magazine that sex once a week is supposed to be more of a workout than a leisurely bike ride. I'm not sure about that... I think my heart's been through more calisthenics on this ride just from the sheer danger of getting door prized or run over than I've ever experienced even in the weight room.
Speaking of which, it's a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon here. What the hell is with all the CARS? There's less cars at rush hour, for crying out loud! Shouldn't you all be walking along this street enjoying all the little festivals and quirky shops instead of driving?
I guess I'd better learn to face it. Hip Hop is not a passing phase. It's here to stay.
Gah, is that breakdancing??? When did the 80's come back? Hmmm... On the bright side, at least white boys are finally learning to dance. Whatever works.
Ooh, art fair at Trinity Park today! Gotta see that!
Wow. Totally wow. Finding parking for a bike really is as hard as finding parking for a car.
And now:
Thoughts from the Trinity Park art fair
Cool concept. Vintage art cutouts covered in wax on canvas. Except... those five canvasses look exactly the same... Oh no, there's one that's different. Lady could learn to use more variety. Still, very cool.I'm definitely sensing a theme at this fair. Broad, bold strokes, bold colours, bold contrasts. Little attention to detail, just an emphasis on strong, strong emotion. Nice, but I feel like I'm being yelled at every time I stop at a kiosk.
That... hmmm... :::looks at it sideways::: What... oh, I ... hmmmmm....
Interesting how people boast about being such supporters of the arts, but bypass the larger $50-$100 canvasses and photographs and beeline for the 4-for-$10 postcard copies.
I'm thinking I should invest in an art course. I'd love to learn to work with watercolour or acrylics. Plus my walls could really do with a bit of colour.
Oh, gee... that's really... very detailed... Yeah, really expressive use of red.. oh, that's ... blood? :::backs away:::
You know there's something wrong when there's a deserted picnic bench surrounded by scattered bread chunks and crumbs, and there's not a pigeon or seagull within ten yards of it. Hey, that could make an interesting painting... Title it "Where are the pigeons" or "pigeon free"... Okay, that was a stupid idea.
It's official. I'm a Sucker for Blue Eyes. I really have to stop looking people in the eyes when they're trying to sell me stuff. I can't believe I just gave that guy money for this.
Music! And it's not hip hop! Yay!
These lads are good. 'The Strip'... I'm totally going to have to remember that. Wonder if I have any change...
Okay, ladies, if you're going to sit down to listen to an impromptu amateur music act, maybe you could actually listen to the music instead of TALKING ALL THE WAY THROUGH IT! Some of us were enjoying the music here and are not interested in hearing the latest on your boyfriend, thanks.
Ooh, is that roti I smell? Shhh, stomach! Shhh! Wait, it's... crap, I have to get to the box office before it closes.
Okay, Kat? Bike helmet goes on your head before you start riding, 'kay?
You know, it just occurred to me that if I died on my way home, no one would notice I was gone... Maybe a roommate isn't such a bad idea...
Sept. 18, 2004
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