The Happs
June already, huh.
A Happy Place, or Two
Growing up, the nearest worthwhile park was a 40 minutes bus ride away. It had a zoo with iron bar cages, a century-old carousel that…
An Aside
More than anything, the news of David Bowie’s passing fills me with tinges of sadness for my baby brother who didn’t get to experience our…
Oh, Hey 2016, Didn’t See You There
If I were to sum up 2015, it was definitely Moonlight Sonata (1st and 3rd movements) with a dash of Alone Again, Or, a soupçon of…
A Few Bits + Pieces
First, here’s a new Auditory Whiplash playlist. It’s about all those times things didn’t quite work out, for whatever reason.
All I Ever Wanted Was Everything
Welcome to my Dopamine Den, where I can revel in my love for minor chords and unnecessary key changes, all of it at the threshold…
△ of ☺
Baby’s first set-list pickup.
Hell Is Other People
…and other pseudo-existential crises.
Clic Clac Kodak
Life would be so much easier if I could just print screen my brain.
Old New Things
As a warning, there are about a million photos in this post. Sorry. Last week necessitated a trip to the thrift stores. Not only had…
Tough Muddering
When Paris first brought up the idea of doing Tough Mudder, I kinda laughed at her face and said HELL NO. So how I found…
Mazel tov! Here’s To Your Missing Balls, Spock
Everyone needs a little ginger pussy in their lives, and I’m not trying to be funny1 but no one would have been better suited to…
Lunch Date With My Own Damn Self
Tuesday, people decided they didn’t want to hang out with me1, so I said SCREW YOU ALL, and took myself out for lunch at the…
Secret Stairs
When the Tweedles were here a few weeks ago, it was to hike through the neighbourhood staircases, gawk at the local architecture, and learn some…
Nothin’ Compares 2 U
Late night ramen run with Johnny and Paris at Koraku in Little Tokyo.
Fancy French Foo-foo Food
…Or How I Spent Way Too Much Money To Sit On A Couch For Lunch. Other possible subtitle: Part II Of Walking On The Venice…
Sewing Patches
Michelle is teaching me to sew with a sewing machine. I’d never previously done that, I’ve always hand-stitched because machines scare me. Baby steps. Started…
Bastille Day at the Freakshow
…Or How I Went And Saw Things With Multiple Heads Instead Of None. Spent Bastille Day in Venice, walking the boardwalk, eating foods, and gawking at…
Busted
Thought he was doing some of my freelance work, but turns out he was browsing for pussies. *rimshot*