February 2043 at age 76. I'd like to move that to a warmer time of the year so I can at least keel over while on the bike.

Is it possible to develop a combination of narcolepsy and insomnia? Sleep patterns are definitely messed up.

In theory it was warm for this time of year. But the word for today's bike ride is shrinkage.

Wonder if they have a BBQ pit in the back. If someone catches on fire there's probably holy water laying around.

Feel free to come into my office. be warned that once through the door you will be listening to my new soundtrack for work courtesy of Oddio Overplay. And you know I can't resist anything with Monkey in the title.

Sky Craptain & the Shit of Tomorrow.

I've eaten all the mints they left in the room and decided not to steal the bathrobe.

At any point of my life, if you said I'd be wearing a suit for meetings in this town I would have laughed. Too bad don't get a real good look around at the place. My short exposure has been one with a view of bureaucrats and everywhere else a class of servants and those being served. Like dude I know it's your job, but it's -20, stay inside where it's warm and I can open the door myself.

The highlight of today is, bar none, seeing someone in a old transam with the interior decked out like Kitt. Wouldn't you feel safer knowing Micheal Knight is patrolling your streets.

i should change my vacation, borrow the GTO from PG and enter this.

I wonder if it's my lack of correct smell senses fooling me or if the cat peed on these clothes. Pretty sure it's my whacked olifactory gland playing tricks on me - like the day everything smelled like chocolate pudding. Part of me hopes it's really cat pee and I get called into another meeting.

I must have taken a lot of crazy pills this morning instead of vitamins.

And speaking of pimp suits, i have to sit at the grown up table today.

Children's Pimp Suits

Seventies Design. Where rooms look somewhere between Logan's Run and Roger Dean. And everything else is well....

So frickin cold. tendons freezing up. hair stuck to head from touque and static charge.

They're playing Druids on TV. Any Christopher Lambert film always raises the question of how the hell he's managed to keep working as an actor and an actor in films that seem to have relatively sizeable budgets. Here's someone who usually shows up on screen with a ridiculous wig, a look on his face like someone has let a gerbil run up his ass, and some form of a mutant accent that sounds like he's an out patient from a brain injury ward. It gives any movie that immediate feel of "coming soon to the Walmart bargin DVD bin".

The semi-official Pushkin farewell shirt. Soon to be available from the Craptastic homemade shirt store. If I ever get around to setting it up.

Saturday night. What better than to spend it chasing a cat that's trying and failing to take a dump in the litter box. Then watching her hyperventilate because of the strain of trying to pass all the fecal matter she's stored up. Then cleaning up all the runny poo she didn't get in the box and the puke that came out the other end from the stress. Such a romantic life it is - it has all the trappings of great teen movie starring Leif Garrett.

More stupid Flash tricks. The 3D apartment panorama

The latest batch of EMS students appeared in the gym this morning. Unlike the last group that had trouble running a lap of the track, these ones look like unemployed hockey players and could definitely carry you down a couple flights of stairs in an emergency situation. Unfortunately, any respect for them was thrown out the window when I overheard them talking about how hot Hillary Duff was.

Today I learned that Sammy the Goose was based on Garfield Goose. That makes for a highly educational day.

My submissions to the weekly presentation topics list

• Shawn Cassidy or David Cassidy, who's more talented
• The Leisure Suit
• The artistic merits of "Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park" 1978 TV movie.

oh god. the pain of going back in to the office. oh god. the pain of walking to the office in -25°C. oh god. why is there so much lint on my pants.

It's finally happened. Years of skating backwards in the same blue outfit has caused the fabrics to disintegrate. So now the Blue Blur skates backwards in his blue t-shirt and blue shorts. Hockey gloves and chapeau still intact.