-3 days

We're into the last stretch, gentle readers. Less than three days until I'm off to Chicago. Don't expect radio silence, necessarily -- I may have to pop into an internet cafe to stop my inbox from exploding. But in the meantime, here's a bunch of random things I've been meaning to post.

Quote of the day

What in all this disqualifies comparisons to other regimes? We’re less systematic and explicitly ideological about it than the Nazis? We’re not coming anywhere near the Khmer Rouge’s record-setting score for total percentage of population slain? Gitmo’s generated fewer notable works of literature than the Gulag Archipelago? That’s like saying you can’t be called an alcoholic because you drink less than Shane MacGowan.
--Teresa Nielsen Hayden, responding to Charles Bird's assertion: "Can we agree that … putting American in the same sentence with Nazis, gulags and the Khmer Rouge has no place in civil political discourse?"

Now for the last slew of photos you'll get for awhile.

First off, I did promise you guys a picture of a wet cat some time ago, and never let it be said that missnegativity does not keep her promises. Unfortunately, ( this is the only one that I could get of him sitting still. )

On my way to take the bus to Montreal, I had to do a double take, because right in front of Toronto City Hall, there was a ( very distressing photograph. )

Now, I never approved of the ( scowling sculpture of Winston Churchill )

in front of City Hall -- both for political reasons and because I don't really think it's appropriate to have a British PM outside of a Canadian city hall. But at least it's a funny and unflattering statue, so I could pretend it was up for the irony value. But then someone went and put up ( this little display )

. Man, I hope that none of my tax dollars funded that.

I stopped to take a picture of ( a random note scrawled by some crazy person. )

It made sense at the time.

I only took ( one photo in Montreal, )

but I think it's a very nice photo.

Finally, when I got home, I found ( a note on my door. )

Thing is, the only Mike I know is one of the Bad Neighbours (who, presumably, does not have access to my building), I don't know anyone named Ben, and when I looked out on the roof, no one was smoking "hoob" at all. How very odd.

P.S. I just saw a bunch of old guys dressed very Clockwork Orange, with white coveralls and red suspenders, wearing bells on their knees, and dancing gleefully in a circle to live fiddle music. I really shouldn't leave my apartment -- even if it's just to pick up hair dye at the drug store -- without bringing my camera.

-3 days

We're into the last stretch, gentle readers. Less than three days until I'm off to Chicago. Don't expect radio silence, necessarily -- I may have to pop into an internet cafe to stop my inbox from exploding. But in the meantime, here's a bunch of random things I've been meaning to post.

Quote of the day

What in all this disqualifies comparisons to other regimes? We’re less systematic and explicitly ideological about it than the Nazis? We’re not coming anywhere near the Khmer Rouge’s record-setting score for total percentage of population slain? Gitmo’s generated fewer notable works of literature than the Gulag Archipelago? That’s like saying you can’t be called an alcoholic because you drink less than Shane MacGowan.
--Teresa Nielsen Hayden, responding to Charles Bird's assertion: "Can we agree that … putting American in the same sentence with Nazis, gulags and the Khmer Rouge has no place in civil political discourse?"

Now for the last slew of photos you'll get for awhile.

First off, I did promise you guys a picture of a wet cat some time ago, and never let it be said that missnegativity does not keep her promises. Unfortunately, ( this is the only one that I could get of him sitting still. )

On my way to take the bus to Montreal, I had to do a double take, because right in front of Toronto City Hall, there was a ( very distressing photograph. )

Now, I never approved of the ( scowling sculpture of Winston Churchill )

in front of City Hall -- both for political reasons and because I don't really think it's appropriate to have a British PM outside of a Canadian city hall. But at least it's a funny and unflattering statue, so I could pretend it was up for the irony value. But then someone went and put up ( this little display )

. Man, I hope that none of my tax dollars funded that.

I stopped to take a picture of ( a random note scrawled by some crazy person. )

It made sense at the time.

I only took ( one photo in Montreal, )

but I think it's a very nice photo.

Finally, when I got home, I found ( a note on my door. )

Thing is, the only Mike I know is one of the Bad Neighbours (who, presumably, does not have access to my building), I don't know anyone named Ben, and when I looked out on the roof, no one was smoking "hoob" at all. How very odd.

P.S. I just saw a bunch of old guys dressed very Clockwork Orange, with white coveralls and red suspenders, wearing bells on their knees, and dancing gleefully in a circle to live fiddle music. I really shouldn't leave my apartment -- even if it's just to pick up hair dye at the drug store -- without bringing my camera.