This gentleman was trying to park his car on the side walk, but sadly a tree got in his way.
Bad Parking Near Kitchener
Welcome to Hamilton
I am back from a month of volunteering at the Cool Sporting Event on the West Coast of BC. On my return to Hamilton via Calgary I noticed that the Hamilton Airport’s artistic mascot had been modified to reflect a sporting heritage. The football looks like someone had clumsily added it using GIMP, but it is really stuck in there for real. Oskaweewee.
Why Olympic Taxis Were So Big
I volunteered as a T3 driver for the Olympics. We drove really big SUVs: Enclave, Yukon, Tardis etc. The real reason the cars were so big was so that we could read our Olympic sized maps in them.
No Wait For the Bus To Hell
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. This road to hell is travelled by a transit bus.
Funny story took place on the bus. I get free transportation with my smerf accreditation, and that night the buses had been free because something happened in a hockey game. Jamie asked if he had to pay. The bus driver said, “there’s a deposit box, you have to pay.” Immediately after Jamie paid two young hotties walked on the bus right after him without paying. No problem there.
Go Canada Go! From Mr. Manbreast
New Vancouver TheatreSports Digs
This is a shot taken from the back entrance of the new Vancouver Theatresports digs in Granville Island.
Returned From Whistler
Just returned from a lovely visit with Peter Jonasson, the tallest man I love, from Hamilton. Peter is up at Whistler with the Olympic Broadcast Service delivering the wonderful images you are seeing at the winter Olympics. He put me up in his hotel so I could check out the Whistler Polyclinic. Spent time just walking around the village having a fun time soaking in all the fun.
This is a shot inside the Whistler Polyclinic Mobile Medical Unit (MMU). It is essentially a pop out ICU trauma unit that drives around on a transport truck. There is also an operating room.
Dog Gone Problem
Curbing your dog is the law. Stoop and scoop. Gag and bag. What ever you call it, things have improved over the laissez faire lassie faeces of the last generation of dog owners. Dogs the size of cows were allowed to roam unchecked around playgrounds, beachs and pools. Now all those treacherous turd landmines are delicately defused by soho sappers who place them in small baggies meant for the task. However parks have prevented people from placing packaged pet poop in park garbage pails, and now these lovely translucent bags of bottom booty are found every where. They hang from trees, they line the curbs, they are thrown in yards. And since they are encased in plastic bags they are likely to sit there for ever. Unforeseen consequence of protecting park garbage pails.