That's not to say interesting stuff didn't happen. I was just too busy - doing interesting stuff or having interesting stuff done to me or recovering from same - to post. Mea culpa, mea culpa.
You Fail at Taxi
Went to Octopus recently, by which I mean the joint on Palmerston just off College and not the defunct Octapus Lounge which will get you out on Queen Street West.
It looked like a garage, I guessed it was a garage and hey, guess what? It's a garage. It isn't a big club by any stretch of the imagination and felt crowded at times but I enjoyed the music.
Note to all you faithful readers: getting drunken friends home is infinitely easier when said friends do not threaten to jump out of the taxi. Uttering this threat is a surefire way to get kicked out of the cab some distance from your final destination. Of course, when your friends decide to start the evening at Sneaky Dees, the thirty-something in you oughta know you're in for one serious gong-show of an evening.
You Fail at Foreign Relations
You've all seen this right? Makes me cringe. Incomprehensible.
You Fail at Failing
Yeah, this is my little tribute to the FAILBlog, a funny collection of failure that one of my Facebook friends turned me onto. Here's my personal favourite.
I'm going to hell! And I fail at embedding images! It's a meta-fail. Tee hee!
Here's another in the spirit of one of my earlier posts!
So go check it out!
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