The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I’ve been scanning old hardcopy pictures, and I came across these two. The first one was drawn on a whiteboard in the flat I used to share with Michel, corner St-Marc & Maisonneuve. It was my daily cry of desperation for almost a year, while I was slogging through my labwork. The second one is the first, original, often imitated but never exceeded, wall-o-shame-tm.
God, I don’t miss the lab…
This picture was taken a loooong time ago, when the buzz page was still in existence. I don’t know the exact date, but I can say it was taken in the summer between the end of my B.Sc and the start of my M.Sc. This was my profile picture for the chat room for InterFace, the pirate ratio station for the longest of times.
How Katy and I are dealing with the distance.
Be prepared, and always wear clean underwear
Now imagine a Monday after a tiring 2-week holiday and coming back home on a Sunday and going to bed after midnight. I’m proud to have made it out of bed this morning…
We spent a week on the Isle of Wight. Ben drove the ferry on the way there. We bought gin, wine and liqueurs. We saw a funky chicken. We handled owls and saw birds of prey. A ferret walked Bean. We went on a steam railway and looked at a train museum. We saw the coloured sand of the Needles, the coastline and the lighthouse. We saw glass being blows and sweets being made. We went to a donkey sanctuary and saw lots of donkey penises and a horse with an itchy ass. We saw a model village. We went fossil hunting and saw dinosaur footprints. We went to a dinosaur museum. We heard Benedictine monks sing a mass in an abbey. Then we went home. About the only thing we didn’t really do was relax.
All pictures here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/iow_jul_2017/
Hi. My name is Bean and I’m an addict.
***Hi Bean***
Fossil hunting on the cretacious coast.
Saw iguanodon footprints.
… is a flat cap, cause he’s rocking the dark ale.
I don’t do summer.
