Evolution of a Snowman

Winter has come with vengeance; and in this vengeance she has brought about 10 inches of snow.

and when life gives you snow. . . you make snowmen. . .

At first our snow man was a very vanilla snowman:
Then our snowman evolved. . . With every passing drunkard looking to find some shelter and a pint, our snowman was added to until he had evolved into a rather tall beast capable of human interaction. . . like arguing with Das Piper:

After a while, our snowman grew legs. . . which would have been an awesome step in his evolution had we not gotten him very drunk. His first attempt at walking did not go very well.

Poor guy. . . Better luck next time.

Secret Agents

I have now seen two serious looking men with those clear curly cord things running up their necks to their ears. . . both trying very hard to blend in. . .

I am apparently the only person working the mall today who has noticed.

make that three.

I am wondering if this is some kind of paranoia setting in or if there really are secret agents running around the mall today.

Walker, Texas Ranger Vs. Xena, Warrior Princess

Open letter to my day

Dear Fat Angry Woman;

Next time you are in a store buying a pair of skin tight white leggings, I hope someone walks up to you and starts yelling "NO! NO! That's no good! That won't work!". Just like you did to the poor sap who was buying a knock off bluetooth headset from me.

Dear Smelly People;

I am, from now on, charging you 5$ a minute to talk to you.

Dear Brian;

Thank you for walking by my store so innocently and letting me fulfill my life long dream of heckling a Backstreet Boy.

Dear My Inexplicable Rage;

Thank you for giving me something other than intense boredom to focus on today.

more pearls

Ok, so I have been neglecting this blog. . . I am sorry. The truth is that I am the most boring person in the world, really I am.

Even though I have just returned from an epic magical musical tour of western Canada, and even though I am planning an adventure of greater proportions to Europe, I have absolutely nothing to say.

Or at least, nothing that doesn't amount to long and drawn out, though witty, complaining about my life at work and the people who I meet there.

So I'll just throw some more pearls before swine out there and hope for the best.