Tuesday, 31 March 2015
I don't like April Fools. I don't like pranks in general, it's very easy to cross the line from funny to cruel. Don't get me wrong, I've seen some good jokes come from it. Like the time my older brother Thomas switched places with our High School principle for the morning (shenanigans occurred from both). And some YouTubers and webcomics can be very clever when it comes to April Fools. But in general I don't like it. In fact I tend to dread it, since my younger brother, John, loves it.
Sunday, 29 March 2015
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Thursday, 19 March 2015
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Sunday, 15 March 2015
Thursday, 12 March 2015
I quite often find, that when I am working on a project, I pour all of my focus and energy into what I am doing that I get lost trying to perfect it (or at the very least, not hate it with a fiery passion). I don't realize how exhausted I am until somebody talks to me. Then my brain needs to reboot itself to accommodate. I haven't yelled at anyone yet, but my temper does get incredibly short.
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
Sunday, 8 March 2015
Thursday, 5 March 2015
This was my first physical encounter with a Canadian Goose.
There was a whole crowd of kids feeding the ducks at the Forestry Farm (zoo), and my Godmother gave me some seeds/grain to feed them as well. But there were too many kids in the way, I turned and there was the Goose. Loitering and eying my handful of grain.
I was told the ducks wouldn't bite, and I assumed the geese wouldn't either. How wrong I was.
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
The Canadian Goose is a mean, ill tempered, feathered beast of Doom. I learned early on that they were not to be trifled with (as has most Canadians), especially when said beastie has young chicks with them. Fortunately, hissing seems to be the universal sound for F*^# off. True story. I out hissed the goose.
Caution. More Geese stories on the way.