HOogledy Boogledy Doo
Yep. Far overdue for a submission, but this one’s a bit of a doozy - if not in length, then at least in content. This is rumor control, and here are the facts:
At the beginning of may Ariella and I bought a cheap old Volvo that we instantly fell in love with, drove it up to Vanderhoof B.C. (breaking down once along the way, having the cooling system patched, and trundling along after much tomfoolery to our destination), drove out to the bushcamp (breaking down again, this time due to a snapped timing belt, camping on the side of the logging road overnight to the soothing sound of coyotes), and then, a week later, after much other nonsense, rolled the car down a 7ft embankment, and killed it for good.
Then we bought a van.
Needless to say, I’m financialy obliterated, and after much deliberation, agonizing over the decision, and finishing the spring planting contract, I find myself on my solitary way back down to Vancouver in an attempt to dredge up some freelance programming work and save my sorry ass from the credit police, and salvage any possibility of doing the roadtrip to Mexico that Ariella and I so desperately want to do. As much as we’re choked at the prospect of not seeing each other for 6 weeks, we’re both in agreement that working my ass off treeplanting for the equivalent of $13/h (did I mention that I’m an absolutely embarrassingly horrible treeplanter?) is nothing short of idiotic, and that $ = Mexico.
And that Mexico = good.
Anyhow, yep… feel free to send forth the salvo of “I told you so’s” and playful derision that I anticipate is about to be cyberflung in the direction of my treeplanting status.
Burp.



















