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commanderteddog and I sauntered down to the waterfront over lunch, to take a look at a public display of interesting photos from northern Ontario.


Have an icon, momentrabbit and kores_rabbit!


Not a rabbit.


Toronto's municipal service strike continues....

I still have them, though they are not of great scope of late, what with a high workload.


Last week, commanderteddog and I ventured to the Patrician Grill, a diner that looks very much like a movie set. It's sort of a quintessential diner archetype from the 60s and 70s. It's the sort of place that sells dry toast, liver and onions, and orange juice in tiny, tiny glasses that let them pretend its fresh-squeezed.


There was an enormous air conditioner over the door that appeared to be larger than thebitterguy's Smart Car. It was nonfunctional, and the place was sweltering. Somehow, that made it more genuine.


I had a burger, Teddog had the All Day Breakfast Special.

On a curious note, a few blocks away there is a 1940s diner still extant called the "Senator Diner." This place has the original fixtures, but has morphed into the sort of hipster joint that sells $18 hamburgers. Given their Imperial Roman names, I'm wondering if the Senator and the Patrician were founded around the same time.


Earlier that day, I saw a giant bicycle!


Coming home late one night. Using my little point and click, so it's blurry. But the scene reminded me strongly of some descriptions of view from the Last Redoubt, in Hodgson's The Night Land.

"To my right, which was to the North, there stood, very far away, the House of Silence, upon a low hill. And in that House were many lights, and no sound. And so had it been through an uncountable Eternity of Years. Always those steady lights, and no whisper of sound..."


Finally, since quitting my Conan MMORPG account, it appears my character has come to life and is delivering sermons in downtown Toronto. With about the same impact as I had, I should add.

At some point before dawn, a cat exploded on my lawn. Or a tribble.


Any thoughts, cat people?

Went on a walk at lunch with commanderteddog, down to the waterfront to buy Tim Tams and look at things. Total distance was 4.89 km.


Yonge Street died, and was buried under this cairn, next to a funky bumblebee themed gravestone. True story!


Queen's Quay Shopping Terminal is a triumph of naturalistic, warm, fuzzy architecture!


You know, if I were a Republican, and American, the corpse of Richard Nixon would probably be a better choice for president than Palin or Jeb Bush.


Behold! A magic potion, found under a picnic table! Let us quaff it at once, and note the properties!

For this week's fabulous lunchtime adventure/walk, commanderteddog and I went down to the waterfront. We went for lunch... sort of!


Boxcar Buffet!


Alas, this unusual steakhouse is closed and in the process of demolition.


"Aah, she's built like a steak-house, but she handles like a bistro!" - Zap Brannigan.

The parking lot was roped off, but we went to look around anyway. And found the delivery door swinging open. I got my trouser legs rather dirty when I made a mighty leap onto the loading bay... only to discover a perfectly serviceable stairway, hiding behind a pile of junk.

I crept inside while commanderteddog stood guard!
( Breaking and Entering: Signs of a Lunch Hour Well Spent )

I took lunch with melskunk today, who was cheerful company in spite of the foul weather.


And, as always, bluer than a thousand mortal skunks.


And I have learned that the new camera, while nifty in many ways, absolutely requires a tripod when used indoors without a flash...

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