Showing posts with label huh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label huh. Show all posts

Monday, 17 September 2012

To Russia, with love


I recently realized... there's someone in Russia that has visited my blog.
Actually, hits from Russia make up 3.4% of my overall page view history.

I have to wonder if it's an accident, but 96 page views can't just be an accident, right?
So to my Russian viewers, I say
Добро пожаловать!  как ты меня нашел??          

I honestly don't know much about Russia aside from the matryoshka dolls, the beautiful buildings in Moscow, and the stereotypical alcoholic beverage of choice. 

I'd like to hear back from my readers, but perhaps you don't have an account and can't leave comments. But by now, everyone has Facebook, right?

Click here to like the Facebook page if you haven't already!

Leave comments, criticism, or suggestions!

Unsurprisingly the majority of views comes from Canada and the US. Actually most of these views are likely just from my close friends. But thank you to everyone who does check my blog, it'll never be as famous as Hyperbole and a Half, but it's still fun to write!


Thanks!

Saturday, 1 September 2012

There's no place like London

 I have sailed the world,
beheld its wonders
from the Dardanelles,
to the mountains of Peru,
But there's no place like London!
 No, there's no place like London...

For those of you who enjoy musicals, those are the lines from the first song in the movie Sweeny Todd. The song continues to really bash the city of London, England.

Personally I have recently been stationed to London, Ontario. It has been an interesting first week! I have done some exploring, bicycling around the city and looking for...well... something to find. My favourite things to find are the forgotten places. I suppose that fits well with the title of my blog.

While traveling along a major road, I noticed a dirt road that led to this lovely old bridge that spanned over the railroad tracks.
Note: if I had taken this photo from a higher vantage you would be able to see a multitude of siamese-twin roofs that are the hallmark of suburbia
Ignoring the signs warning about the dangers of crossing, I walked across the ancient bridge and saw the dirt road led to an old house that had been boarded up. Across the driveway was the remains of a barn that had been burned to the ground. Only one wall remained standing and behind this was a cacophony of old hay and blackened wooden struts. This wall was white, and adorned with sharpie quotations left by some rogue poet.
 
I climbed down into the jumble of burnt lumber and litter and looked around.

Perhaps most people would see trash, but I always find treasure. On a lid from a large metal drum I noticed a burned book. Upon closer inspection, I found it was Holy Bible.
At random, I chose one page and pocketed it. I read it later, when I was less creeped out, and some interesting quotes jumped out at me. I am not a religious person, but I you will never hear me say that there is no benefit to theology.

        24 Make no friendship with an angry man; and with a furious man thou shalt not go:
        25 Lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul. 
       12 Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears to the words of knowledge.

However, I will draw the line when it comes to quotes like this following one, it just gives me the creeps.
        17 Let not thine heart envy sinners:but be thou in the fear of the LORD all the day long.

(When I Googled these quotes I found that they come from the King James version,
and that these are proverbs, if you care to know.)

I also found some smashed crystal-ware, and I photographed it because I loved the contrast of fine crafted beauty smashed against the rocks.

My favourite item to be found near this husk of a barn was a very rusted treasure chest. Or a trunk? Whichever you want to call it, depending on your imagination. At the bottom of the chest was a dark blue crushed velvet dress, thrown in a heap of disarray.



It had a fine fake silver clasp below the breasts and the neckline was adorned with silver beadwork, which was haphazard now and tearing apart. It looked more like moth-eaten, cheap costume apparel than a lady's dress.  I dropped it back to it's hiding place when a small spider crept onto my hand. (Bleck!)

Still shaking my hand, I left the property and bicycled back over the bridge. As I went over it, a train with many cars and tankers sped below me. Once they had passed, I couldn't resist the temptation to go check out the tracks, and also to snap a cliche photo of myself. 

More to come! I have some more photos and I plan to continue exploring
London's secret places in hiding over the next few months. Cheerio!

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Things I don't Understand


1.) The English Language

I've been speaking it for >21 years now I still don't understand some things about the English language so I've come to the conclusion that it is needlessly complicated. For example:
2.) "Reality" Television
As I see it, this genera of television is simply so they don't have to hire writers to make up something original and interesting. Instead they consider it quality entertainment to watch orange midget Italians getting drunk and pulling each other's hair. This show in particular has a special place in my hatred folder:
3.) Duckface
Not attractive and not acceptable! Come on ladies! We can do better than this!!
4.) Dubstep
It just seems to be one long song that never ends. Also I remember reading somewhere dubstep is what you get if you asked a robot and a dinosaur to make music together. How do you dance to this? Thrash? Epileptic seizure?
Looks about right.