onomatopoeia - Bullet Points, because I'm lazy

Bullet Points, because I'm lazy

Saturday, while snowboarding at Grouse, some nutbag threw an icy snowball from the chairlift and hit me on the inner thigh. The impact raised a sizable welt on my skin, and it's still tender to the touch. If it didn't hurt so bad, I might actually be impressed by the guy's rather extraordinary aim, especially considering my velocity at the time.

I spent most of Sunday at the Museum of Anthropology at UBC. If I lived much closer, I think I'd turn it into a weekly habit. A person could spend days just looking through all the shelves and drawers of artifacts in the open storage area.

Sunday night a dance school stapled on of their paper handouts to every. Single. Tree. On. My. Block. Eyesore doesn't even begin to describe it, not to mention the damage to the trees (negligible if this is the only case, but if too many other people pick up on this habit and start doing it, it could really add up). My consolation was that, in a manner similar to the Dumbest Criminals story about the robber who handed over his ID when stealing liquor, at least the police know exactly where to go to fine these guys.

Today, coming home from work, I discovered that the Super H Mart a block and a half away is now open. Ivan and I shared a dinner of homemade salmon sushi. I also now have enough fish sauce and soba noodle sauce to last me into the fourth millennium. My life is going to be a lot different having that great a selection of fresh inexpensive food so close. Don't get me wrong, the Nester's Market is kind of nice, but it's hard to justify paying that much for produce I may not eat in time before it goes bad. When a huge package of bean sprouts is only 45 cents, the decision is a lot easier.

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