The magic smoke escaped from this backstage power receptacle with a flash and a bang. From the outside all looked fine. When the cover was removed it was revealed that the receptacle had split in two and was making its own random electrical contacts.
This would definitely be one of the few companies in the world that actually needs a four story lobby.
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.
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.
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.
Sometimes one needs not say much at all. Enjoy.