Paddle-pops!

18+ is on the way, and I finally put myself to the task of rewriting my resume CV. Employment here I come!
A shame really, as I was just starting to get into the full swing of lazy tourist-ing, day-beers and gloating to my 6 working flatmates that I slept in until 2 pm.
I met up with Mirri the other day at 2:30 (poor thing had been working since 6am), and we decided to get a drink. That is, until I found out I could get the tasting paddle from Mac's brewery.

"And 'LO!' Elliot cried unto the lowly bar-wench, 'Bring me six of your finest beers, in tiny cups. So that I might sup upon the finery of this brewery and judgeth it's swill in comparison to that of my homeland'"

AND IT WAS GOOD

The Breakdown:
The Mac's Black - a pretty standard dark beer, but some serious coffee/chocolate taste. My fave of the bunch.
Mac's Gold - a pretty standard lager, I figure I'll pick up a 6 pack of these if I'm ever feeling like I need something familiar.
Mac's Lime Swill - This was a seasonal, and tasted more like lemonade than beer. Pretty terrible, but totally marketable to kids.
Great White - I only like wheat beers occasionally. Really should have gotten an orange slice for this fella. I don't love it, but could be sold on it on a summer day.
Sassy Red - Now this is more like it, nice and hoppy. Kind of nutty? I wish this place had an IPA.
Hop Rocker - Can't really remember this guy, guess it seemed more similar to the gold than the red. Weird.

Outside of the lime though, 5 solid beers. I was seriously needing a lunch afterward, we popped down to Cuba St for chips and another bevvie. God all this day-drinking is hard work. By the time we got home I was seriously due for a nap.
Prior to meeting Mirri though I managed to snap a little more of the city.

See I always was taught that cats hate water. But here is a cat. At the waterfront. WTF? You so crazy New Zealand!

The railway station. Which you could already read in the photo. Well, looks like my job here is done.

Maybe I'm just stupid or ignorant, but why is a statue of Gandhi at the Railway station in Wellington? Cool though.

The Beehive A.K.A. the New Zealand Parliament building. That's what happens when you chop down the ugly tree, process it for building materials, then commission monkeys to build a house.

Not a mini-golf course :(

If you told me that such a place as "Mad Liquor" existed. I would tell you it's obviously the coolest place on the planet. What a disappointment.

That's a welcome change from "Get a job you lazy bastard!"

 

The Embassy theatre. Classy.

I'll have one of those.

??? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quark_%28Star_Trek%29 ???

Ta for now,
The Talented Mr. Fisher

Oot and aboot...

Ok, so it's been a little while since I've said anything. What's new?

I'm still jobless and loving it, been spending my days tramping about the city and writing postcards. Taking the odd shots of this still impressive and surprisingly massive city. Nights have been spent out at the bars or just hanging back in the house with the flatmates. It seems that everyone is just waiting for summer to officially happen, then all hell breaks loose. Or so I assume. It's good though, I've been free to discover, wander and experience. Something that seems so obvious yet completely forgotten in day to day life. I might be waxing poetic here but I suppose in some roundabout way I'm trying to say what everyone was telling me leading up to this trip: Just go do, and don't worry about what happens. As long as I keep in motion I can't be doing the wrong thing. Even mistakes are a positive experience.

Well, now that I've managed to come off sounding like Dr. Phil or some sort of whacko, here's some pictures of oh so pretty Welly.

Anvil House: We work hard, we play hard.

I must have laughed at this for at least a full minute. Then I felt really really guilty. Also, Stoats are not cute, not like raccoons, skunks or coyotes. I miss Vancouver "wildlife".

There's a lot of art deco in this city and I don't know why. But I do know that I like it. This is just down the hill from our house and a pleasant sight on the way down, but on the way home it means you're about to sweat.

Ah Post Office Square. Where there is a...ummm...post office? Reminds me of the little courtyard across the street from Seattle Center.

Down by the waterfront. Seems kind of inefficient. Did you know they don't have umbrellas here? I was going to revolutionize NZ until I realized they'd be absolute deathtraps in this wind.

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There's a bunch of these down by the waterfront. Wellington has little arty things everywhere.

By the Te Papa museum, I don't know what giant chrome boulders have to do with anything.

But if I had to guess, I think these are the 4 legendary "Sky-Stones" that struck Oceania and separated New Zealand from Australia. A fifth one struck Atlantis and sunk it. But that's all just speculation. Baseless speculation.

A beach! I'm gonna go swimming! Oh wait it's M-Fing cold. 5 minutes after this shot the weather turned to poop.

I'm going to go look up the Maori word for "Catastrophic Landslide" This can't be safe people.

However it is impressive that they got a cathedral all the way up there. I'm tempted to visit, but I'm getting pretty sick of hills.

1. They still use the word "Oriental" here? That can't be right. 2. Toilets lol. 3. I later found out that this was ORIENTAL ParaDE. Not ORIENTAL PriDE. Boourns.

I purposely left the camera at home this weekend, I felt it was starting to bother people. So not shown is the raucous weekend I'm currently recovering from. If you will, imagine being drunk in a foreign city. You've just gotten used to the fact that it's tomorrow, but 5 hours behind home. Now imagine that it's also Daylight Savings Time. That is a fraction of how confused I was last night. However, I have learned that it is the same here as anywhere in the world. If you're a little tipsy, the golden arches will still light your way to some delicious fries. Yes fries, not chips. God bless America.
Tomorrow I'm off to see a Justice of the Peace, as I've found out my BCID is moments away from expiring. So for practical reasons, as well as a good laugh, I'm getting a New Zealand 18+ card. That shouldn't be confusing when I finally return home.

So like cheers or something,
The Talented Mr. Fisher

Back in the Summer of '69

This has got to be the most welcome anyone has ever felt. At the beginning of this trip there was a lot of fear and trepidation, but I can easily see now that I was completely bonkers to have ever had a doubt. This is a great city with a lot of great kids, and I can't imagine anything more perfect for me right now than to be here. Ok that was enough emotional lame stuff, time for the dirty details.

A little recap of the last 2 days yes?
Friday night we peaced over to a little bar by the name of Mighty Mighty, and it was a Mighty Nighty (see what I did there?). I was feeling great post-monster-nap and totally raring to go and get a taste of fine Welly nightlife. We danced like maniacs to everything from Michael to the Jiggaman, and some other hits thrown in. I probably imagined it, but they might have been playing Streisand at one point. Nah probably not. The DJs unfortunately denied my (pushy) requests for Gucci (Who they've never heard of. To which I replied "YOUTUBE THAT SHIIIIIIIIIIEEEET DOOD!" Again, a real charmer) and Miley Cyrus (this is a little more understandable). Beer here almost exclusively comes in massive bottles (750ml) and is quite quite good, even the supposedly slummy ones! We were out pretty late by Vancouver standards, but here everything tends to stay open way longer and also there's great greasy gobs of goodies. We hit a kebab place on the way back to the house, and I ate as if I had never eaten before, and all to a soothing backdrop of a giant screen playing Terminator 2. Awesome.

The next morning after a very much needed sleep in session, we popped off for a little trip to a store at the dump to pick up a couple chairs for the BBQ (in my honor OMG) and whatever else we fancied. I don't know what it is about this country, but even their garbage is pretty? Is that possible? Ok, I'm exaggerating, but the location of the dump was way way out into the hills and they were all covered in this broom like plant. Just gorgeous yellow flowers canvassing the entire sides of these erm...not quite mountains. We managed to find a couple chairs, and after debating whether I was going to buy Wing Commander 3 or Star Trek TNG the computer game (neither actually, I realized I don't have a CD drive) we headed back to the house to prepare it for the BBQ.

Fucking. Classic.

If I posted a picture sans bathtubs/chain fence you'd probably just think it was a postcard.

Minor technical problems arose, as the gas canister didn't fit the grill, but after some worrying, panicking and screaming we managed to procure a brazier. This was somewhat of an ordeal but eventually there was a blazing bonfire (perhaps a little too close to the house, but nonetheless) Half my clothes still smell like campfire and my white jeans are covered in soot, but it warmed our hearts and singed our eyebrows. I had a short stint as Smokey the Bear, worrying that we were about to torch an entire island. But everyone assured me that Wellington is far far too damp a place to have any mishaps. I don't really want to be held responsible for burning down half of Welly in my first week here. Maybe a month from now I'll change my mind but for now I like it too much. 

The party itself was a literal whirlwind, not owing to the supposed "Storm the Size of Australia" that the radio kept harping about. But just because these kids really, really, really know how to party. I don't know how many people I must have met, probably remember 25% of their names, but without a doubt enjoyed meeting every single person. Midway through the night I was officially welcomed into New Zealand, and Mothla did the Hakka (it's as intimidating in person as it is in all those videos of the All Blacks) and I had to respond with a song of my own nationality. Somehow Bryan Adams was the only thing to come to mind (and I BUTCHERED it!), although now that I've had time to think about it I would have been much better off choosing "Complicated" by our own lovely Avril. This was rectified when we had a massive singalong in the living room, yelling our lungs out and feeling every word of it. Not sure if I can put up the majority of the pictures of the night, but the following should at least give a scope of how balls-to-the-walls we were. The house was absolutely devastated the next morning, but with some forethought and teamwork that I thought was completely opposite to the nature of roommates (at least my previous ones) we had it looking great by noon the next day (we however, might have been a little worse off).

Before.

After.

Things also destroyed that night: my white jeans, my throat (a combination of campfire smoke and yelling at the top of my lungs) and finally any doubt of the fact that I'm in the best damn city with the best damn roommates possible.

This is the end, my only friend.

By this point I've managed to settle in more, I've got my bed set up. A phone and a bank account, next up is an an IRD number so I can start working and with that some sort of job. As soon as I shake this little hiccup of a cold, I'm gonna show these kids how to really do it.

The Talented Mr. Fisher

Land of the Long White Cloud

This place...is fucking beautiful. As the plane was coming in, mind you this could just be 20 hours of jet-lagged delusion, I full on thought we were coming towards Skull Island (you know, from the beginning of that awful king kong movie). It was all fog and haze but once we finally cleared it BAM there's Wellington. I could have sworn we were in Cuba (save for the weather), as it's so cute from the air. There's houses on every hill, built around trees, running down little crazy winding streets straight down to the water (or off a cliff, or up a mountain). Theres Just.Houses.Everywhere. But not in this bad expansionist way that we have back home but in this cute way that works with the land.

How was my flight? How kind of you to ask! Looooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg...I never want to spend 18 hours on an Air Canada plane again. Also, if you request the vegetarian meal, you better love curry! You should maybe just board the plane with a shirt that says "GIVE ME CURRY FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER YUM CURRY!" Because that's all you're going to eat. I mean, ok I like curry as much as the next person, but I'm not going to have it for 3 meals straight, in a enclosed area, especially airplane curry. But I was starving, and ate I did. On the flight I managed to watch a couple flicks, MacGruber (alright I guess but not the much heralded return to SNL cinematic glory that it was supposed to be) and This Movie is Broken (good if you love BSS). However out of the corner of my eye I managed to catch Sex and the City 2, Letters to Juliet, The Blind Side and Sex and the City 2 AGAIN on the screen of the bitch that stole my rightful window seat! (She was also reading Twilight go figure).

The second leg of the trip was much better, and I managed to make my flight in spite of the 20 minute connection time. Air New Zealand was much more comfy, and I met a couple cool kids. Handy if I need a job at a Lush store anywhere in the country, as they were 2 of the 3 Lush managers I met that day. The inflight meal was curry, no thank you, and I napped to some tuneage before realizing that this was quite the short flight and I should probably just stay awake and maybe snap a couple pics.

A mixture of Skull Island and Cuba. God I should write Travel Catalogs

Mimzy's home...err...OUR home is just up there!

So I didn't really manage to get my shutterbug on, but that will probably change soon enough. I'm finally feeling alive again, must have slept like 12 hours. But I'm here now! I'm living with the Mizzer and an extrordinary large number of kewl kiwis. There's myself, Mimz, Alea, Phylli, Henry, Amelia and Sylvie. Throw in everyone's nicknames/actual names and I'm sure I won't know who I'm living with until at least next month. The house is supercool, in Van it'd probably be referred to as a character house. But I'm pretty sure that everything is just that way here. Or at least just in the neighbourhood we're in.

Cuuuuuuuuuuuute

Viewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

My rooooooooooooooooooooooom (everyone has crazy views I think I have to work my way up in the world)

It's cold like the dickens here, and windy like you'd never believe. On the way in was this giant orange pointy sculpture called a Zephyrmeter, and apparently it goes nuts and swings around when its windy. I've been told to always wear sunscreen, and always carry a jacket. All in all, I still don't know where I am, but I fucking love it!

The Talented Mr. Fisher

Addendum: Jesus christ there are a lot of crazy birds here. I think we're living in some sort of tropical aviary. Bastards kept me up from like 5-6 this morning!

T-Minus

YVR, bless you for your lovely wireless. What would entertain me without you?
It's all so surreal, I'm moments away from one of the greatest changes in my life, but I'm still tip-tap-typing away, watching The CBC, surrounded by what has to be the largest group of old Aussies/Kiwis that I've ever seen. Is this for real?
My world, which up until today consisted of Vancouver, Seattle, Portland and some hazy memories of Ontario, is about to blow up. I feel like the early explorers who had originally thought the earth flat, and upon reaching the "edge", discovered that things were a whole lot bigger than they had previously assumed.

I'm a total jumble of nerves, but feeling more alive than I ever have. And while I'm making this journey alone, I have to thank my friends, who without them I wouldn't be even considering this journey.

Thank you Alan, Miriam, Jacqui and all the rest of you. I'm indebted to your selfless giving, and promise to make the absolute best of this year that I can. Both for myself, and all of you.

I'm a little too stunned to write anything else right now, so goodbye Canada, see you in a year.
The Talented Mr. Fisher, signing off.

Last minute culinary capers

Disclaimer: I'm not starting a foodie blog, seriously. I will not be taking pictures of my daily meals, bragging about what I made, or posting how there's a great deal at Meinhardt (More like Mein Walledt, ouch. [that was terrible]). I think I'll leave that to the professionals.

Maybe a little dinner music to begin...

With just a week remaining and me trapped on the Sunshine Coast, which has all the culinary appeal of pub food when you're stone sober, I figured this would put me in the proper mindset to piece together a bucket list of delicious dishes from Vancouver that I'm gonna have to eat before I take off.

After deciding on the completely arbitrary number of 10, and brainstorming for a bit, here are...

TEN THINGS THAT MUST GET IN MY BELLY

10. Bubble Tea - Various locations. 

 I know some will cry foul to the fact that I'm not being particular on this one, but I honestly believe that you can only do so much to perfect the art of Bubble Tea. Yes fresh fruit is a start, and you can get some pretty rancid pearls sometime. But people seem to act as if there's some sort of voodoo around making a good strawberry slush. C'mon now, this isn't some mythical gumbo recipe passed down through the generations from grandpappy to pappy to son. It's a frickin blended drink with stuff at the bottom.

And if you have to know, I will be having a honeydew milk tea with coconut jelly.

9. Taco Bell - Various locations.

This would be higher on the list save for the fact that I will unfortunately not be able to partake of the true food of the gods. I have no other course of action than to purchase an overpriced, undersized bean and cheese burrito from a movie theater. As distressing as this thought is, I MUST HAVE IT JUST HOOK IT TO MY VEINS!

8. 4 Brothers Pizza.

I have a confession to make. I think I've fallen out of love with Uncle Fatih's. The last two drunken slices of Potato Pizza I had left me beaten and pantsless in an alleyway covered only by shreds of tarp from a nearby rooftop. Ok, maybe not that bad, but it failed to instill the same sense of joy and wonder that Fatih's is famed for. As I will no longer be able to partake of the dollar slice (a name that is unfortunately not as true as it once was), I must make sure that my final pizza foray is perfect in every way. Brothers, do not let me down.

7. Captain Crunch.

As in an entire box, in my underwear, on the couch. That is all.

Accept no Substitutes

6. Gooey Cheese Grillers - Burgoo.

Yes, thank you for asking, I am a 12 year old boy. I mean seriously, here I am living in one of the most diverse food cultures in Canada, with literally any cuisine available to me. I could be adventurous and maybe do Ethiopian or maybe check out that place in chinatown with the veggie Pho. But no sir! I want a grilled cheese sandwich, like the true white trash that I am. Luckily if I want to make it a proper 3 course Burgoo also offers Mac'N'Cheese. All I have to do is pop up the block to Hasty Nasty Mart and get some popsicles for dessert.

5. Mo-ca Tofu Burger - The Reef.

Literally everything that I love on a bun. I don't know how or why, but this is the best possible use for tofu that man has found to date. Maybe it'll be found that tofu can be used as a heatshield for spacecraft upon reentry. Or perhaps maybe a cheap insulation form. Don't get me wrong I'm not hating on everyone's soy bean bricks of flubbery deliciousness. But I simply cannot believe the only use we've found for the stuff is to eat it! Let's get creative here folks.

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And I for one, welcome our new Tofu overlords.

4. Veggie Terimayo - Japadog

 Another food I speak more of than I actually eat, but I'm sure I won't find this overseas so I gots to stock up.. I actually remember the first day I had a Japadog. I was skeptical of a hot dog laden with seaweed and Teriyaki sauce, but the pictures of Ice Cube plastered all over the side of the cart were so reassuring. Mind you this was directly before "Are we There Yet?", had I seen that film I might have missed out on one of the most interesting and delicious street meat encounters of my life. Since that time, there's been a bit of a Japadog explosion. There's at least 3 carts, an actual restaurant, and countless copycats. Honorable mentions go to the short lived Mexidog, and the B-More Bistro cart, which served me a very non veggie "Japanese Dog" which I ate 3 quarters of before realizing something was amiss. Not impressed, but I do miss being able to eat a quick bite between Karaoke and the bar, then something directly after the bar. A genius business plan if I may say so myself.

3. Les Faux Bourgeois

I have tried to make reservations for this place at least 5 times. The best occasion being when I tried to stealth make Valentines day rezzos by acting as if it wasn't a big deal at all.

Hey I'd like to make a reservation for this Sunday?

Ok sir, let me just see what's available. *some time passes* You mean Valentines day sir? We're booked solid. We've been booked solid for a month.

Oh is it Valentines day? Um...well...IT'S NOT EVEN A REAL HOLIDAY FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *click*

I think I handled that exceptionally well, which reminds me, I have a phone call to make.

2. Serial Salad and Nachos - Foundation.

The Foundation (or Foundation, or Foundations or whatever) is a funny place. There's people who swear by it (myself), and those who would rather eat from a McDonalds' dumpster (Alan). But regardless of where you stand, you have to acknowledge not only the best nachos you will ever eat, but the value on those things is insane. I swear these kids must have broken into dairyland in the middle of the night, the amount of cheese on those plates is staggering. Honestly, someone just take me out for 'chos this week. I will be your postcard bitch!

Honorable mention: Molten Tofu (overlords).

And now what is the number 1 thing that I absolutely must eat before I take off? (Scroll down to find out)

1. UR MOM

Sorry I had to get that out of my system. But in all honesty,who didn't see that coming?

1. (seriously this time) 

Some seriously legit sushi

You would think that a country consisting of two islands would offer up some good sushi, but I know we're living in what possibly might be the best sushi city worldwide. So it's once again time to stock up on rolls, cones, maki, nigiri, inari, wasabi, kohl-rabi, linguine...aw fuck I just turned into the Slap-Chop commercial. I've heard some horror stories, about canned tuna hand-rolls, deep fried avocado rolls, and other aberrations. The only question is whether I'm going to do it Right (Toshi's) or do it Cheap (Sushi-Yama).    

I predict I won't have time to eat all of these wonderful products, so maybe someone could do me a favor and collect them all, blenderize them (if you do the list in reverse order you can get that done at the bubble tea place) and bring it to me so I may sup upon a delicious glass of Les Captain's Gooey-Teri ChoBellShiZza 

BurgerTea. Thanks in advance.

Mal your meals all be blenderized or maybe in tiny space capsules like in 1950's Sci-Fi,

The Talented Mr. Fisher

One small (mis)step for man...

...one insignificant blip on the blogosphere.

Welp, looks like things are getting real here folks. I'm headed for fairer shores in less than 2 weeks time. It's all pretty shocking and a Major Life Change® so I figured if there was anything in my average humdrum life to record on the internet as if it were actually interesting enough to pry people away from Keyboard Cat and D-Listed it's this! Besides, when all my friends are trapped inside in their long underwear during another frozen nightmare of classic winter Canadiana I want to rub the sunny funballs of down-under-land in their faces like the great dude that I am.

So what spurred this sudden shift in an decorated career of slackerdom? Wasn't I proud enough of how I had managed to hold down a retail job for 4 whole years?! (barf)  Wasn't I ready to settle down and get married at the ripe old age of 25? (...24) Maybe get a head start into the Vancouver housing market, put the first couple pennies down on a shoebox in Yaletown?
MY GOD ELLIOT WHAT ABOUT YOUR STOCK PORTFOLIO YOU DO HAVE STOCKS DON'T YOU GOOD LORD ELLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Naw dawg, homey don't play that. 

Truth be told kids, I'm getting old. We've reverted back to the fifties mentality of married at 18 and kids at 25. Ok maybe not that extreme, but I swear to god it's getting close sometimes. And that's some scary stuff when you're coming up on the big Two Five without having left your country for anything more than Taco Bell (godblessem') and cheap sugar cereals from Target (godblessmydiabetes'). I know I'm gonna have to grow up soon, but like the Toys R Us kid that I am, I just don't want to. It isn't faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.

Move over Christians, it's time for another hedonistic vegetarian to cash in your "Lent" scam.

Another reason is dodging a friggin frigid Vancouver winter, the last one almost killed me, Swear.To.God.

So here we are, my last hurrah. My last spit in the eye of coming adulthood, my final ride on the merry-go-round. My last terrible cliche (far from it). After this year, I'll either turn into a pumpkin and start diving headfirst into school, or I'll be so far gone none of you will even recognize me, freebasing carpet cleaner with my new found lifemate Starbeam Wintermoon (she like, says that she's part forest spirit or something. we met at this rave in a dumpster) and living out of a birchbark canoe on my long lost uncle's lawn, earning my keep by selling locks of my hair as official holy relics (Starbeam and I will have started our own system of beliefs called Elliotism. IT'S NOT A CULT YOU SHUT UP!).

Personally I'm hoping for the former option. As I don't really like the dirty hippie lifestyle, and I think my aura is much too filthy to attract any 'free spirits'. So that means this year will be a lot of, as much as I hate the term, soul-searching and trying to find out exactly what I want to achieve on my short stay on the big blue known as Earth.  I've already ruled out my childhood dreams of being an astronaut, my teenage dreams of being a teacher and my current dreams of winning the lottery. It's just a damn shame the job of Batman has already been taken, I think I'd be kickass at that one.

I guess I kind of went Eat.Pray.Gay.Love on my life here. But it's a fair bit less revolutionary when you're 1. Not a 45 year old woman. 2. Not Julia Roberts. I guess there's two things on my side. So where am I going then? First on the docket, New Zealand! Wellington to be exact. I've got a superkickass friend down there who kind of gave me the final push out of the nest and therefore anything bad that happens on this trip is OFFICIALLY HER FAULT. The conversation leading up to my decision to hop the pond went a little like this:

Mimz-3000: Damn Elliot you're like the coolest person in the world life sucks without you around my bestie =(
Captain Fisher of the Starship Awesomeness: Yeah that sucks, too bad I can't just head over there and junk.
Mimz: ...
Cap: OH FUCK I TOTALLY CAN! ONE SEC BOOKING SHIT BRB

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So like I said initially, I've got just under 2 weeks remaining in sun-shiney Vancouver and hope to spend them with the people that make my life here ever so lovely.
Namely, and in no particular order:

Mi madre, mama Fisher, or as she's taken to calling herself lately Katflow. Don't ask me, I don't have a clue (but if you asked her she'd probably rap you off a long spoken word kind of poetry slam type deal that is somewhat intimidating but mostly just confusing). I can only assume that's where I get my crazy genes from. Honorable mention for family member of the year goes to brother Max, who has consistently proven that while apples don't fall far from trees, some fall under the shady side. I kid I kid, but I'm gonna miss seeing him grow up big enough to move away from home.

The lady of my life, let's just call her for anonymity's sake...oh I don't know, Blacqui. Who fills in as not only an amazing girlfriend, but as a wild animal handler, housecleaning specialist, fashion advisor and general all around best thing in my life. Just as I was typing this she asked me "Who am I gonna hate people with?" I wish I knew Jax, because then I'd cut him, cut him good for messin' wit' ma girl.


And of course a long list of friends and acquaintances that have made Vancity home to me, and provided all the good times over the last however many years I've been drifting around. This multitudinous mass will be missed muchly, and is the driving force behind this blog. I want to keep kids updated about me, and it's a lot easier than writing 50 separate emails every week.

There we have it kidlins, a very longwinded explanation as to why I'm moving around little pixels for all of you to read.


Until the next chapter, this is The Talented Mr. Fisher signing off.