Life after Scott

Life while Scott was here was fun!

For my birthday, he toilet papered my door. But, troubled by geometry, he hung "Laura Birthday Happy". Here is Manon busting through it.

We used to host fun events like olive oil tasting. Oh no, maybe it wasn't fun and that was the problem.

But now Scott has left, and it's like a big meteor/planet has fallen on us.

It's been very difficult for some of us.

Mike posed for that picture a lot better than I did, even after several tries.

The Canadian Club moose is struggling the most.

Manon is pregant, so she can't drown her sorrows in the same way.

She has to resort to Hot Kid, because that's good for pregnancy.

And then of course 3-legs for the heatiness!

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Rooftop Bar Contemplation

I have a thing for rooftop bars, because they provide lots of things to do!

We watched this inner-tube fisherman be surpassed by industrial age technology. We felt no envy for the kiteman, suspended by his head.

We felt confusion about the party happening in the hotel room behind us. I'm not aware of such parties happening beyond the realm of television.

Being on the rooftop, you can look down on the people at the fancy restaurant, who prefer their phones to the company and food at hand.

It's a good time to contemplate some of life's mysteries, such as, "is food-grade wax the best way to de-feather (sic. because "pluck", no?) ducks?"

Can emergency systems be sexist? Do the manfolk of fire not have more modern technology or do they hang out with the fisherpeople?

Staying on the theme of technology, would you trust the world clock of an alarm system that gets low and high confused? (I had a friend in university with the same problem, incidentally).

Rooftops are a good time to contemplate the endless mysteries of marketing. Worried that your fries too closely resemble a vegetable? Need more cholesterol? Well the sad pink chicken urges you to eat his highly processed cousins' meat!

And at the end of the night, you can contemplate the mysteries of Karma. Singapore's phenomenal tunnel depths burst forth at my building yesterday. I went to take a picture at the beginning of this, but as I did so, a man in crutches fell here, because crutches don't work in gushing waste-water. So I had to come back, because obviously that was a bad time for a picture. I'm still contemplating what this means.

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Downtown Statue Appreciation

We went to admire Singapore's statues, which are sprinkled around the downtown core, and normally only photographed by tourists.

As you can see, I was not careful enough to cover my skin from the sun.

Barry was a fan of the dazzle jacket and the unicorn elephant.

Is it possible to appreciate sculptures when your work is in the background?

Oh my goodness, while admiring the statues we saw the best neck beard in all of Asia!

And then Barry got distracted by what he thought was a new smoothie idea.

In Singapore, we have new panda cubs, too!

I try to appreciate art. This one I call Light Shining Through Intestinal Tract.

Multi-linguistic confusion.

Barry tried to give the coolies a hand.

I showed them how to use modern technology.

Barry's favourite sculpture is "Bike, décomposé".

When you see plastic-wrapped horsies, you want to punch them a breathing hole, but that's because you're crazy.

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