i am the snail queen

In an ongoing and misguided attempt to prove that I am in no way strange, I’ve uploaded some new snail pictures.

I’ve come to really appreciate the rain, because it’s when my snail friends come out to say hello. I spent much of yesterday evening wrangling the snails; they were venturing out onto the sidewalk where they’d get stomped so I moved them back to the garden. No snail stomping on my watch, please.

I also uploaded images from Victoria, our 7-hour BC Day Scooter Ride, China’s fireworks show, and um .. some other stuff. I like my new camera. Did I mention I got a new camera? Well, I did. It is awesome.

Oscar was molested last night by some jackass with homosexual leanings. He decided that it would be a good idea to sit on Oscar, at which point Ed asked him to get off my scooter. His response was to invite Ed to come down and perform fellatio on his engorged member. The jackass then moved to sit on Max, repeating his invitation to Ed for a little man-on-man action amidst the scooters. Ed, being straighter than I would prefer, declined and watched the jackass continue to park his ass on the two scooters parked outside (Shan’s yet-unnamed Scarabeo is in the shop, being de-restricted). I am not pleased by these developments, as I really really really fucking hate it when strangers touch my stuff. I thought that Oscar’s bad-assed stance would eliminate the need for random people to sit on the cute lil’ scooter bike, but no. People – especially in this neighbourhood – remain as ignorant as ever. Hooray!

Today is Day Two of my being a stay-at-home Astronaut. I’ve gotten quite a lot of work done, most of it while naked – there is a lot to be said about the home office. Any place that allows me to work without pants on is excellent in my book!

Part of my new role involves being on MySpace. I am not sure how I feel about that.

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WTF is WRONG with people?! The other week, I was visiting my friend, who lives in this cool, secret building. It’s got an inner courtyard and is both two-floor townhouses and flats… so she had me park my scooter by the bike rack, where there was tons of room, so it would be safer than on the street.
That evening, her nutty/psycho neighbour comes to the door asking if that’s her scooter. She tells him it’s mine, he says to not park it there (apparently he also doesn’t care for the BICYCLES parked in the BIKE RACK – there are TOO MANY. WHA?). There’s ‘not enough room’. True enough his parking space is right in front of said bike rack… but he DOESN’T PARK THERE, HIS TRUCK IS TOO BIG. My scooter is BLOCKING NOTHING. Not even close. So, being cooperative/freaked out by this nutbar, she assures him I’ll not park it there next time. He also suggests parking it IN the courtyard, outside of someone’s patio (I’m sure they’ll be thrilled).
When I go to leave later, MY SCOOTER HAS BEEN MOVED!!! HE MOVED IT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. :(
OMG, the HORROR. I freaked. So, apparently his autism wouldn’t allow my scooter to remain where it was, out of the way, unable to even drip motor oil on the ground (since it doesn’t have any) and it HURT HIS BRAIN TO HAVE IT THERE.
I was and am stunned beyond belief. I considered calling the police. I’m sure he would be less than happy should I have rolled his truck out of the way, had he parked it poorly…
Gah.