Crapness

"it's been two and a half weeks! I’ve already read all the articles and most of the book. get back on the blogwagon fr god's sake."
- Recent forum entry

This surprises me. Why? I had no idea that anyone was actually reading the thing, apart from a few friends who read it simply because they know me and are curious about the inner working of my mind (and to read about themselves obliquely I suppose).

I've been a bit ill for a few days (no, really), and we had a friend staying with us for over a week on her way back from Australia to England. She chose the absolutely worst week to visit, it being the coldest in recent memory, hovering around minus 30 to 40 the whole time. Except for one day when, at a mere minus 15 we went ice-skating. Her memory of Canada will be battling to reach a pub through blizzards before one expires from the extremes. And then you'll pass a half naked beggar lying in the snow as you walk by with several layers and a furry hat more commonly observed in Russian films.

A guy at the Berri Urqam metro station stands there all day holding the door open for people to pass through, then expecting you to drop coins into his little Dunkin Donuts cup for the service. Okay, it is better than simply begging, so I give him whatever change is in my pocket, which in this case is very little, consisting of a five cent coin, and an old black penny, which are sneered at generally in Canada and deemed worthless.

He looks in his cup and screams at me, 'Thanks for the f4cking black penny!' And, I almost walk back and have a fight with him, but as we just picked up our friend from the bus station, I think it'll be a bad introduction to Canada. So I leave it alone.
Did I mention the homeless guy that sleeps on the stairs in our hallway? I don't remember. If I haven't, I will.