Now that my hair is longer, this is what I look like when it starts to grow out:
Triangle head! No one likes triangle head. So yesterday I went downtown to get my hair cut.
Ken was supposed to come with me. We usually get our hairs cut at the same time. Unfortunately, Ken was called upon for a Work Emergency. Bah. So, I took the train downtown by myself.
When I emerged from the salon, looking coiffed and rubbing a few loose hairs off the end of my nose, I realized that for the first time in months there was nothing I had to do and nowhere I had to be. Even my usual Saturday Game Night had been cancelled. I was downtown at 4:30 in the afternoon on a cool, sunny day, with all the time in the world. Wonderful!
I took a walk heading east along Queen Street, with the sun warming my back. I did a little window shopping, picking out approximately a gazillion pairs of shoes that I would buy if I had a) infinite cash, b) infinite closet space, and c) magic feet that would never feel pain.
I bought a taro drink because it was a pretty shade of purple.
Sadly, it was not exceptionally delicious. It was okay enough to drink, especially after I paid 5 bucks for it, but it tasted like a mashed potato milkshake. I shouldn't have been surprised by that, considering that taro root is basically an Asian potato.
I stopped to take a photo of this happy robot:
And nearly had a heart attack in the process, when I came this close to accidentally dropping my phone through the metal fencing into this hole:
Zoinks.
I was thinking of you guys when I took this photo of cheesy Sir Wilfrid Laurier. He's on a mural at the Queen subway station. This painting is around 5 feet tall.
He's looking grumpy, and I can't blame him. The cheese treatment is not flattering. Why did the artist choose to portray him as a cheddar curd? I have no idea.
Finally, this ad was posted in the window of a health food store:
Is it just me, or is this image too extreme? I mean, that poor guy looks almost dead. He's naked, grey-faced, sweating, and the tombstone-like lid of that giant toilet is oppressing him. Not to mention that any spider who can spin webs that big has got to be the size of a large house cat. Is this his fate? Is he going to die of constipation and exposure surrounded by giant spiders? Wow.
8 comments:
The constipation thing in general could've been more...um...tactful, let's say. I agree, it was too much.
But as always, you provide THE most entertaining photo essays. I always feel I took the walk with you, and my spondylolisthesis didn't complain once. :)
Happy Weekend, Spark!
Choosing a drink based on color never works out... I am guilty of leaning toward blue drinks with this idea of a flavor in my mind and it never works out :-( Some day I must visit Toronto and have you take me on one of these photo tours of the city. ummm... as long as it involves lots of food places, I loves food places.
Enjoy your clever little quips describing your photos. Word perfect.
I agree, that poor bloke in the last shot looks too extreme. Not sure why he needed to be naked. I suppose the spider's web was to imply he'd be sitting there, not "shitting" there for a long time. Plain weird.
It's so entertaining wandering around and seeing oddities and little things that you'd normally walk past. Thanks for sharing them. I agree poor Laurie has a right to look disgruntled. He looks as if he has had an overdose of carrots!
Taro has never sounded very appealing to me and your comment confirms that it's one I shall avoid in the future. I guess almost pure starch is never that tasty, and I believe Taro is one of the starchiest veg.
These kinds of "on a walk" photos are right up my alley - I enjoyed this post. Sorry to be late to the party!
Do you like your new haircut? I had my hair cut a couple of weeks ago - I think I look like the cartoon character Nancy. :)
I wouldn't go in that shop just because of the toilet ad! Eek!
There are so many pretty shoes I wish I could buy but I have old lady feet it seems and must go for comfort. Also shoes can get pricey. Besides that I love walking around with nothing to do.
I was sad about the blue drink. Blue drinks should taste ... blue. Sweet as the sky on a cloudless summer afternoon. It did make me think of that old Pepsi Blue, though, remember that? In the 80s?
I love your photo essays, Spark, they're always so fun! And I'm so glad you had a chance to just take your time and wander around enjoying yourself. :)
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