Trivia fact:

I do a funny, frantic dance whenever cobwebs touch me.

*It's bad...I know. Can't resist.

Sprinkled over city streets like Xmas tree ornaments...

Nothing like Yukon's great outdoors to make the tourists a little frisky...

More Yukon:

Someone's cutting it close...

I had a bit of trouble with my casserole...

Lakeside view at Carcross village.

On the way to Carcross, Yukon.

Carcross, YUKON.

Back from the Yukon- 

I was witness to an epic battle for survival: the sound of clashing antlers drowning out the sound of my terrified beating heart in my ears-

-----or-----

Two statues of unknown composition in downtown Whitehorse.

I've got a friend who loves football, curling, and horse racing.
So for her birthday I invented a new sport just for her:

I really think this might catch on...

Yet another reason to avoid transit.

(as if I needed more)

  

                      Gently used chair.
Features E-Z Vent Custom Back System
Bedbug massage feature is standard.
Scabies upgrade is available.               

                       

Above: bronze statue as it appeared on my walk,

and below shows the dark, comic book energy I got from it.

Pianos on the Street Program:

This one is on the Burrard Bridge- great spot!

**PHOTO IS NOT MY OWN!

                 Change is scary!

....so I just went for it and switched up my blog design, and opened an Etsy shop for the stuff I love making!
Don't feel any obligation to buy- I am learning how to add links and buttons and use different social media platforms to cross link stuff. It is all a big, mysterious blob of wonder to me, so please disregard any weirdness you may click upon in the next few months!
****I hope you feel welcome to browse the shop "just because!"
**WARNING: There may be some curse words in my shop...

*BAD PHOTO QUALITY-it was the dead of night, and those fuckers were FAST.

**HUMANS "Dumpster Dive".......RATS "Dumpster Drink".   YOU'RE repulsed? So was I.

Well, ONE rat would be repugnant enough....but there was more than a DOZEN in this downtown Vancouver alley at 1AM.

They were in some sort of junk-food induced high: squealing, screeching and criss-crossing the alley in a random mosh pit of ickiness.

I went in a few feet, but started to get that "Gulliver's Travels" feeling- and there were enough rats in there that if they were all of a mind to turn on me......well...I wasn't going to wait around long enough to find out WHAT these little fur bags of filth were capable of.

Should NOT have doubled that last Neo-Citran dose.