I'm Still Kicking Around

First, let me apologize for being so lax in my blogging lately. It's hard to believe it's been nearly three months since my last post. It's not that I haven't been doing stuff, it's just that watching videos on YouTube is so much easier than writing.


I'll give you a quick run down of what's happened in the last three months. It's been so long that I may have actually mentioned some of this stuff in previous posts and forgotten about it.

1) I flew a plane. It wasn't a commercial airliner that was having pilot trouble and I had to step in and save the day. It was an introductory flight in a Cessna 150 (I say that like I really know anything about planes). When we got in the air I was allowed to take the controls. Taking the controls consisted of me holding onto the steering wheel (I'm sure that's not the proper term but I have no idea what it's actually called). I really may as well have been holding onto a stick the pilot found on the runway for all the "flying" I was doing but it was fun nonetheless.


2) I went to New Mexico for a vacation. This was a great trip and really should be part of it's own blog entry so I won't go into detail right now. You can view pictures at http://www.riverrun-design.com/Post.


3) I moved apartments. I went from the seedy streets of Cabbagetown to the bright lights of Broadview. Moving is a pain in the ass. I hired professional movers so at least I didn't have to run up and down stairs all day carrying things but still, it's something I'd prefer not to do.


My new apartment has a narrower corridor than my old one so my couch wouldn't fit up the stairs. I suggested, in jest, that they hoist the couch over the balcony. They took this suggestion seriously and set to work. I have a theory that no matter what you do, some idiot with no experience is going to tell you how to do it better. Incidentally, the "hoist" was actually just two of the movers pulling the couch up while the third mover stayed on the ground trying to keep the couch away from the balcony. About five minutes in, while the guys are sweating like Marlon Brando in a sauna, a 60 year old woman riding by on her bicycle, stops to let them know they need to get the couch further away from the balcony. Her suggestion, "poke it with a stick". It's a couch, not a pinata. Needless to say I beat her with a stick much to the horror of my new neighbours.