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Spotted at the same store that carries the Almost Batman t-shirt.
There are many great things about this product I’d never buy.
Never mind the fact that it’s “made up of best material!!” but it’s also apparently “The best gift for children.”
I disagree with this erroneous statement and would go so far as to say that it’s the ONLY gift for children.
Am I right?

Spotted at the same store that carries the Almost Batman t-shirt.

There are many great things about this product I’d never buy.

Never mind the fact that it’s “made up of best material!!” but it’s also apparently “The best gift for children.”

I disagree with this erroneous statement and would go so far as to say that it’s the ONLY gift for children.

Am I right?

“So what do you prefer?” asked Matt. We were strolling through the textile aisles of Ikea and came face-to-face with the two carpets in the above photo.
“Oscar or Cookie Monster?”

“So what do you prefer?” asked Matt. We were strolling through the textile aisles of Ikea and came face-to-face with the two carpets in the above photo.

“Oscar or Cookie Monster?”

Snapped in the men’s room at Ajisen Ramen in downtown Toronto. Matt came back from the washroom in mid-meal to alert me about the signs, at which point I decided it was imperative to see them for myself.

He stood guard while I snuck into the tiny (and yes, empty) men’s room to take these pictures. One was pasted to the paper towel dispenser and the other above a urinal.

After I had done my business — and not in that way — I made a quick escape, filled with a special kind of glee that only comes from encountering Engrish. Luck was on my side as the washrooms were down a level, so I was in and out and back at my seat before other patrons realized they needed to pee.

Oh, Engrish. How I love you so.

Snapped in the men’s room at Ajisen Ramen in downtown Toronto. Matt came back from the washroom in mid-meal to alert me about the signs, at which point I decided it was imperative to see them for myself.

He stood guard while I snuck into the tiny (and yes, empty) men’s room to take these pictures. One was pasted to the paper towel dispenser and the other above a urinal.

After I had done my business — and not in that way — I made a quick escape, filled with a special kind of glee that only comes from encountering Engrish. Luck was on my side as the washrooms were down a level, so I was in and out and back at my seat before other patrons realized they needed to pee.

Oh, Engrish. How I love you so.

For no reason other than wanting to queue up a Bloorp-like post while I spend the weekend at my friend’s cottage, here is an old photo that pinpoints almost the exact moment I fell in love with this fat manatee.
Snapped at the Dallas World Aquarium in Texas, fall 2006.
I’ll be up north with a pen and paper, and hope to return with a tired wrist and a lot of hand-written words.
I’m old-fashioned in some ways. But I don’t mind it.

For no reason other than wanting to queue up a Bloorp-like post while I spend the weekend at my friend’s cottage, here is an old photo that pinpoints almost the exact moment I fell in love with this fat manatee.

Snapped at the Dallas World Aquarium in Texas, fall 2006.

I’ll be up north with a pen and paper, and hope to return with a tired wrist and a lot of hand-written words.

I’m old-fashioned in some ways. But I don’t mind it.