The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Our lunchtime conversations tend to be lively, and I like to throw a spanner in the works once in a while. Today was no exception, as we were talking about opera and I mentioned that I wanted Ben to learn about it the same way I did, from a cross dressing rabbit. This ended with us watching Youtube videos around the table :)
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.
Be prepared, and always wear clean underwear
I can just hear the “I’m not grumpy!” now.
Jesus: Are you sure he’s one of yours? Because I didn’t make him.
Satan: Please. Give me some credit. Even I have standards.
Jesus: Buddha? Brahma?
*both shrug their shoulders*
Satan: Gaia?
Gaia: *glowers*
Satan: Right, right, sorry. Forgot about the whole pussy grabbing thing.
Jesus: Cthulhu?
Cthulhu: What sort of monster do you take me for? *sips tea*
Satan: Well SOMEBODY cooked him up.
Flying Spaghetti Monster: …
Jesus: Wait… There’s no way you could…
Flying Spaghetti Monster: Look… It was my first time. I was a little drunk and someone asked for a ‘Tangerine Dream’ so I thought…
Satan: *faceplams* Fucking newbies.
But I bought a bottle of wine just for the label.
