Cam is zonked out on the couch. Don’t think he’s used to the time change just yet. Although that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, ’cause he was just telling me half an hour ago about how it so doesn’t feel like 9pm.
Me: “What, so you feel like it’s six still?”
Him: “Yeah.”
Ah, I dunno. Guess it could be all the somewhat large dinner we had. Anyway.
Yesterday, after enjoying the soyscrambled pancakes I took Cam out for a tour of the area. We did a little housing research on the web first, but it was pretty tedious, because indeed, as predicted, Simon’s net connection got cut. So we were faced with using this random, unprotected wireless network being broadcast by some unknown soul somewhere within a 50 yards radius of my apartment. And likely close to 50 yards away, too, since the signal rates a lousy 2 out of 5 on the strength scale on average (though I did just see it pop up to three for a second there). One place, found through the classifieds, seemed priced a little too good to be true — and it was. Yep. Small, sad little apartment, situated right beside a run-down trailer park.
Now to be clear, I’ve got nothing against trailer parks. I lived in one for close to three weeks. They can be pretty nice! This one wasn’t. And yeah — an un-nice trailer park? It’s everything you’re thinking.
We checked out a few other apartments and nothing was really anything near his price range.

Cam grabbing an info-sheet on a house whose price was way overinflated.
“Ah well,” I said, “we’ll print out a better listing tomorrow at work.”
And of course we forgot. Oops. Oh well. A good portion of work today was spent discussing the best way to restructure our CVS tree, and Cam had quite a bit of good input. So, although we don’t yet have a computer for him, or, for that matter, even a table for him to sit at, he’s making good progress. He’s got some of his stuff (a backpack, some books) stashed in my cube for the time-being.
Anyway, not that you’re here, I’ve got a couple more pictures from the night Cam and I went downtown to check out the art.

Cam bent the tree out of shape. It was really foggy out that night; you can see some of the droplets reflecting the flash.
It would have been nice to had a tripod for this shot, but I think it’s pretty yummy even without:

The high voltage fountain; it’s pretty cool — it changes colours every few minutes.
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Cam bought cow moo today. It’s okay, I can forgive his feeble mind. And he wonders why his nose is running so bad. No, Cam, it’s not the sudden change in climate. Keep telling yourself that. See how things go.
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Add one more thing to the list of stuff I really don’t need but really want: Dune‘s album Expedicion. Actually any Dune album will do. I’ve been a bit obsessed with Dune (again) ever since Mark M at work gave me the “Test Bronchial Resistances” scenario. See, he had this burning (ha!) desire to give me the file on CD, so I told him he’d “better not give me another disc with 32k on it like last time!”
So he threw eight Dune music videos on it.
Totally didn’t figure Mark to be the kind of guy to listen to Dune. Let me just put it this way — every time I walk by his desk, he’s either listening to Metallica, Pink Floyd, or AC/DC.
Turns out he discovered one song of theirs by accident on Kazaa, and liked it, so every time he went on Kazaa, he’d do a search for Dune again and kept finding more stuff he liked, and eventually he stumbled across their videos. That’s pretty neat. I didn’t even know they had videos.
Anyway, I’ve got eBay set up to email me when it finds something, so that’s all good.
What frivolous stuff do you want?