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I snuck out of the house before Zach and Alice woke up to catch an unreasonably early flight to Calgary.

They took down the grammatically incorrect signs in the customs and immigration baggage claim area.

It’s been snowing since the day after I got here. It’s not going to stop until long after I leave. This is the second god damned trip during which the weather has ruined any chance of climbing.

Today Shona reminded me that mothers’ day is this weekend and not on the 25th as I previously believed.

do not buy this product

the box is a lie

They are fucking disgusting. I rue the day that I bought them, and I also rue when I ate one. I am writing those assholes a letter.

simon hates them too

Chris and Shona came over for dinner tonight. We just ordered Chinese, and they brought a sharp but tasty merlot from the Finger Lakes. And (!) Shona brought chocolate and strawberries to combine in ways which would knock lesser men unconscious.

Chris likes the cookies. Frankly, I think he’s broken.

I swear to god, the upstairs neighbours were having furniture races at 10:00 this morning. I am very cranky.

Today was pretty good, at least compared to most days lately. The Lustre dogfood effort has turned up some real gems, and I worked on a couple of those today. My regular Wednesday meeting was rescheduled which left my day nicely open, but also means that my normally busy Thursday is now almost 100% meetings by volume.

Three different people have asked me this week if I’m a doctor. I wonder why. It’s especially strange when you consider that most people think I’m 16 years old.

After work today, Jacob and I went and played catch at Armory park. He claims otherwise, but I think that this is really the first really nice day of the year. It’s certainly the first day that I could even consider wearing shorts.

Since I hadn’t seen the sun for a few days, I thought it would also be a good idea to pick up Joe in the zipcar and play some hockey. We put together Nat’s goal (it claims “shatterproof”; we’ll see how it holds up at near-freezing temperatures in November) and skated on an unused tennis court in Washington Square. It was excellent.

Then we came back to my place and Joe and I made some hamburgers. I am not normally a big hamburger fan, on account of the fact that I grew up near Swensons. They spoiled me for good. I hear all kinds of bullshit about how Mr. Bartley’s is good, but I tell you, all else is nauseating when compared to Swensons. Except Sky Way, the hamburgers that Jimmy Buffett will fly to Ohio for. Anyways, our burgers were good, but I was so hungry that anything would have been tart and tasty on my tongue.

I ran into two Leafs fans at the store after hockey, who liked my jersey. They both wanted to know if I was from Toronto, which will not surprise anyone.

Jacob came over to eat dinner yesterday, and he was digging around in one of my lesser-used shelves. He fished out a bag and asked, “What’s this white fungus?” to which I replied, “What, growing on the ginger?” Not quite.

For once, though, this particular travesty is not entirely my fault. I’m pretty sure I’ve only ever bought that produce loose, which means that these particular items are from the last tenants and therefore over a year old. It reminds me a lot of the spaghetti incident.