REED CAREFULY: March 2006

Who's up for a shower?

Belated Valentine's Day anyone?

Two of my bestest friends gave me these a day apart over the weekend. A third asked why I am still single. As far as I know they all acted independently.

What do you think they're trying to tell me?

Okay, so I know very little about cars. But I do know what one's supposed to look like. And for the life of me I can't figure out how this Jeep came to look like the way it does here.

(I know it's a crappy lighting touch-up job... working on it).

Keele and Finch
10:47 a.m.

More Coldplay stuff

None of my pics were as nice as this one from my friend butta, so I stole hers... hahaha!

I'm somewhere to the left, although I'm sure your eyes were drawn to other more uh, yellow, things.

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

What time is it?

IT'S COLDPLAY TIME!

Chris Martin's in this picture somewhere along with Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland and Will Champion.

Air Canada Centre
9:31 p.m.

I did this!

It was my first time. *blush*

Metro Toronto Convention Centre
9:02 p.m.

Is this heaven?

Not quite... this is super foggy Mr. and Mrs. Soggy.

Is this hell?

Close enough... Yonge and College in the heart of super foggy Toronto Soggy.

My stinkin bus leaks

It rained this morning. Not the warm spring type either, but the cold November rain-type downpour.

If using a busted umbrella wasn't bad enough, the type that flips upside down at the slightest gust, the aisle-side bus seat that I had on the way to work started taking on water that was dripping from the ceiling. "Great," I thought, as water started boring a hole into my left thigh. But through every cloud comes a ray of sunshine, so they say, and mine shone bright as a man across the aisle got up and vacated his seat just minutes into my half-hour ride.

I warned the woman next to me about the waterworks before settling into the new seat. Then I realized why the person left. It was dripping there too. Much more than the first seat. First it drip-drip-dripped into my left thigh, so I moved my backpack to cover it. Then, when the bus made a turn, the water drip-drip-dripped into my right thigh too, so I laid the backpack baby-style across my legs. By now everyone on the bus had seen me move once, and to preserve my pride and dignity I bit my lip and stayed rooted in this seat as I felt myself morphing into Keiko.

I was so mad. Getting wet in a public bus is kind of like walking the streetcar to work. It kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it? I know that's not a fair comparison, but this wasn't a matter of water coming in the windows; it was literally raining inside the bus!

Resigned to a wet ride, and not the good kind either, I put my book away, put my MP3 player on and let K-Os take me the rest of the way to work.

I didn't take a picture of the offending water because if I had to stare at it any more than I had to I would have pulled a Magneto and busted the thing apart.