My Saint John

And on Easter Weekend

mysaintjohn — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 02:16:18 +0000

While you’re chowing down on all that Easter chocolate, remember to brush your teeth.

mysaintjohn — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 02:30:21 +0000

Thought Police

mysaintjohn — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 05:26:45 +0000

I’m standing in your driveway.
Taking a picture of your sign.
Thinking about parking in it.
What are you gonna do about it, thought police?

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

(please don’t do anything about it)

You kids and your noise…

mysaintjohn — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 03:18:23 +0000

I spotted this nifty bit of graffiti down near Reversing Falls and for three whole days I was ecstatic. I had this whole mental image of some poor mental soul spray painting those words in 1978 and waiting 40 years for the sky to fall (if you think graffiti would go unchecked for 40 years, you’ve clearly not spent much time here).

Monday morning I’m telling a coworker about my awesome find. His response: “You do realize Death from Above 1979 is a band, right?”

As any good galactic hitchhiker knows…

mysaintjohn — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 03:39:50 +0000

The number 42 should never be overlooked.

Everyone’s Irish

mysaintjohn — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 03:02:24 +0000

Even the Indian restaurant has got its Irish on.

You should see what he did to the cat

mysaintjohn — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 04:12:28 +0000

Having finally mastered the basic three letter words (cat, dog, box), little Johnny was finally ready to set his sights on the really big ones.

You Spin Me Right Round

mysaintjohn — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 01:49:00 +0000

We Built this City on Spock n’ Roll

mysaintjohn — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 04:54:08 +0000

Anarchy in Saint John

mysaintjohn — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 01:52:00 +0000

Saw these taped to the lights on the corner of St. Patrick and Water. Which reminded me of ordering supper at Subway on Thursday.

Earnest Subway Worker (ESW): You did say chicken, right?
My Saint John (Me): Yup. On parmesan oregano, please.
ESW: It’s just that they frown on us making subs with the wrong toppings.
Me: Understandable. Best to save up those kinds of actions when you’re feeling really into the anarchy. Pickles instead of lettuce. It’d be chaos.
ESW (looking vaguely uncomfortable, like I might lunge across the counter): Right… errr… Right…
Me: Is that parmesan oregano?
ESW: Ummm. Yes?
Me (feeling guilty if I’m disrupting his one rebellious act): It looks like whole wheat.