I took a little bit of a detour and hung out in Mishawaka (pronounce wishy-washa-wacka).  The first night I’m pretty sure I’ve never had so much fun watching Animal Planet ever (this is a big deal since Animal Planet is the shit).

Pretty much the entire night.  Although nice falling asleep during A Scanner Darkly… asshole (you know who you are).

Notable moments:

“Zylophone”
Dinosaur eating moats.
Chapstick made of sulfuric acid.
The drunken Jamaican who turned into British person as he sobered up.
Veggie pickup lines.
Water buffalo (very good call).
Evidently goats aren’t male sheep.
One-way mirrors.
Gay grizzly guy.
Ladybugs.

Second night was awesome as well.  FINALLY I got to interact with someone who’s on my intellectual level:

Sorry for the quality but this is the stillest Dom was the entire evening.  He loved the game “Catch me, guy!” which made me realize how out of shape I was when the next morning I felt like I went to the gym.

<3 Linds imho.

But time moves forward and so do I, so NEXT!

I created a slapdash Scrubs theater during traffic in Detroit.  Luckily, I opted to go around downtown because last I remember the only good thing about going that way is Windsor, which I had no real reason to check out.

So I got to Toronto and stayed at Rob’s place (DG).  Drank at a cool bar and listened to a lady go completely insane about not knowing French.

Is there anything cooler than Rob’s vinyard/natural gazebo?  No, no there’s not.

Oh Canada, how I love thee.  Thanks to social health care their cigarette packs come which horrifying pictures on them.  Gotta catch ‘em all.

The coolest shit happened to me today.  A guy I’ve known online on-and-off for about 10-11 years lives in Canada.  He was the one who first introduced me to FreeBSD back when I was 13 or so; I pretty much owe him everything as far as my system administration start is concerned.  So I was hanging out at my hostel this morning and jumped on his IRC server to tell him I was in his country and it turned out he was working 4 blocks from me.  So we met up and checked out a potential place I might stay in for a while and nerded it out somethin’ fierce.

That was a really, really boring story.

Actually, this is a really, really boring post.  For my own awful-memory benefit I suppose (hey at least it’s better than all the retarded emo posts).

Point is I fucking love Toronto, love the people I’ve met, and love the trip so far.  Leaving CO to bum around was the best decision I’ve made I think.

Seems like all the hostels are full tomorrow.  Might have to actually truly bum out a night for the first time since I left.  Canadians don’t murder people… eh?

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Me

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(Girl not included).

Twas a fun weekend.

The racial tension is intense.  There’s a pretty clear division between the east side (white) and the west side (black).  It probably stems from the racist, redneck mentality of the east which leads to an aggressive disposition in the west that keeps perpetuating itself as a  circular, retarded, self-fulfilling prophecy.  That being said, if you go on the west side at night you’ll probably be shot.

As you go into the city there’s billboard after billboard for vacationing elsewhere.

Ohioans are the most self-deprecating group of people I’ve ever met.  Every time I tell someone I recently moved to the city they apologize.  Even more confidence inspiring than the billboards.

My place’s deck sits across from the “Riddle Road Market and Deli,” which specializes in random foodstuffs (some chips must be years past their expiration date as I haven’t seen some of the designs on them since I was a child), soda (or “pop” if you suck), but most importantly it has a wide variety of boozes and cigarettes.  This brings an eclectic mix of crackheads from the west and ridiculously attractive U of C girls from the east together.  It’s better than TV.

My favorite place outside of Cincinnati is the P.F. Changs off of I-75.  Not because of the food, but because the entrance is a revolving door in which clingy couples that try to both fit in the same slice get awkwardly stuck in it all the time.  The longer the wait for our table the better.

The air is so humid it’s impossible to feel clean for a period longer than 4 hours.  I’ve regressed back into my early college days when I’d only take a shower every few days.  No use in fighting it.

The fireflies are ridiculously kickass.