Just a quick photo post -

Quick photo post, a more lengthy update coming soon.
-some photos of Traci that I took on Saturday night. Check out the sweet hat I scooped for $5. I want to do a series of photos of women in this hat, if you are interested holla back 'yo. *More photos coming soon.*

The sun suffocates behind darkened skies.

Purely a photo post, selected photos from last year that I haven't had a chance to post.

Nothing too spectacular, just photos that I really, really like. <3

Experiment Day, 1

The cat's peed on my carpet. I will never get it out, ever.

So, we're having piss issues. What makes this extra annoying is it's not entirely mine or the cats fault.
When we moved into our apartment last year (at this time) the carpets had been cleaned but not well. Over in the nook there is a corner that smells like urine, not so much cat urine, I'm think dog urine. The tennent before us had a cat, a dog and other animals. I'm thinking that the dog/cat used it as a toilet and it was never properly cleaned, problem is now Tweeter and/or Ansel have discovered it and are taking turns marking their spots. Annoying.
I've tried everything, I've scrubbed it mutiple times, fabreezed it, even use rubbing alcohol because I read that that eliminates the smell. So now my living room is scented with Pachuli, rubbing alcohol and a faint snell of cat pee when a breeze strikes it right. I'm going to use baking soda and something called "Nature's Miracle" today as a last ditch effort before I will probably have to get a carpet cleaner in.
As well they've been peeing on the kitchen tiles, it's easier to clean but still annoying nevertheless.
So tonight I'm going to do an experiment. Ansel is going to be locked in the bathroom, with a litter box and food and Tweeter can roam, tomorrow night I'll switch it up. Eventually I'm going to find out who's really doing it and then I'll get them vet checked to make sure there isn't a more serious issue.
Experiment day one begins.

10,000 words and 15 weeks later.

This is my first column, written for my last day at The Kingston This Week.

How many words do you think one person could write in four months of community digest items?
I can tell you.
About 10,000 of them.
Digest, digest, digest.
It’s all I thought about for the past four months straight, “Is the digest done?”, “Did I forget anything?”, “Is the 39 Dance Club in this week?”
Despite all of the really great assignments that I’ve had all summer, the great people that I’ve otherwise would not get the chance to meet, I have and the experience has been great, but the digest has been the most entertaining and most difficult, to say the least.
Even more nerve wracking than shooting a front page photo, if you don’t get the shot there is always a back-up but if you don’t get a digest item in, you’d hear about it.
A few times we’d get phone calls that we’ve missed an event and some were more understandable than others, we did what we could to accommodate everyone.
I got to write everything and anything, even items that I never thought existed, like Senior Belly Dancing. But I wrote it anyway, one right after the other.
First thing in the morning I’d walk over to the shelf scoop up papers and head back to my desk and type, and type, and type.
Finally, finished. So I thought.
I’d head back grab some more and finish those, but it just keeps coming, uncontrollably - especially around Strawberry Social season.
I wrote digest once in the morning, once after lunch and then again before I left, this seemed to do the trick. This way, I wasn’t sitting here with digest up to my eyeballs in digest for hours on end.
But we’ve managed this summer and somehow it all got done.
For something so insignificant to some, it means all the world to those who rely on us to advertise their bake sales, dinners and entertainment, and it taught me a lot.
Be prepared to write - forever, get organized, stay organized, and it’s never really over.
10,000 words and 15 weeks later and I think that I have finally got it under control And it’s my last day.
Good luck guys, you’ve got your work cut out for you. It’ll never stop coming.
But you knew that.
And if you need the digest done, call me, I have experience.

The pink pills are for you sanity.

My last day on the early morning #1A for awhile.

On my way to work this morning I thought to myself, "what a normal bus ride." Usually the #1A bus is packed with garbage wrestlers and crack whores. Today was different, business women, children with their moms going school shopping, old ladies with floral dresses. Everything was fine up until Giant Tiger, on Princess St. The bus jerked over to the side, flung open the door and a giant man with suspenders climed on. Dialog as followed -

Fat Stinky Man: *Shows Bus Pass*

Bus Driver: It's no good.

Fat Scary Man: What do you mean it’s no good?

Bus Driver: It’s September 1st.

Fat Scary Man: *thinks*.... Well I have to go and get a new pass!

Bus Driver: You can pay the $2.25 to ride the bus.

Fat Scary Man: I’m a long time Kingston Transit rider, I shouldn’t have to pay to go get a pass!

Bus Driver: *stares at him.* Well you can’t ride the bus unless you pay.

Fat Scary Man: FUCK YOU!

Throws his bus pass at driver, flips him off then walks on the bus and sits down.

Bus Driver: *Shakes head and pulls away*

I wouldn't wanna mess with this guy, if it was me I would've let it go too. The man looked like a 350lb pig wrestler who hasn't changed his clothes in weeks, maybe months. He wore fat man jeans, a grey T shirt with a pocket on the chest, suspenders and bubbles glasses. Too funny.

I'll miss the #1A...actually no I won't, although the material is great for blogging, but belleville is populated with drunks, whores and assholes too. So wait for my Belleville blog next week, it'll be gold.