Pyat's Lunchtime Adventure

While lunching with melskunk at St. Lawrence Market, a strange man wandered up behind where we sat and started singing loudly. Someone asked him to leave, he sang louder. melskunk started singing back at him – some lines from an Italian opera – and the immediate effect was to make him run away.

At that point, the issue became one of getting melskunk to stop singing. Happily, she had a much nicer voice.

True story!

Pics of the Day!

Two photos today:


First, I was struck by the shafts of light coming down through the skylights in the roof over platform 3A at Union Station.


While lunching with melskunk today, she spotted the IT manager at my office and said she wanted to find out where he got his distinctive coat. I brought her over for an introduction. Along the way, I also may have something like, "I think he's some kind of furry Klingon cosplayer!" So, melskunk immediately grinned at him and said, "pyat says you're a furry!". The truth is somewhat less mundane, oddly enough.

The IT manager revealed that he had in fact made the coat himself. The plates are made of sawn up hard drive platters - and he also makes a lot of interesting things from found tech. Club wear, Goth attire, and fetish gear specifically.