A little while ago, April 1st actually, fellow blogger SNiP had a little post about bacon. This got me thinking that I hadn’t had bacon in at least two days. Shamefully really.

So I bought some.

“Verily,” you say “that can’t be it. Surely thine tale continues.”
“Indeed,” I assure you “more doth follow”

You people do say “verily”, right?

There’s only so much one person can eat at any given time. To freeze the bacon and ration my supply, I set out to wrap it up as four-piece portions in cling wrap. Thus allowing me to unravel the roll slightly, pry off a portion of bacon while still preserving the rest, safely sealed away under layers of cling wrap.

“Is that it?” you pose.
“Nay! Dear readers,” I exclaim, “that was nary but an extended foreward; the heart of the post lay directly before ye”

I had decided to surprise myself. Completely forgotten, I had at random intervals, sealed away an extra slice of bacon so that, on occasion, I would be delighted with not four, but five slices of bacon.

“Brilliant,” you exclaim, “medals all around!”

And that made my morning.

This one kind of crept on me. Or I just got really lazy.

Either way, this is the third anniversary of the blog and I present last years post presenting last, last years post.

If you’re really, really lucky, I won’t do this next year.

already? yes indeed.

April 21st, 2008

Hard to believe that this day a year ago I landed in Newfoundland. Especially for a job that I didn’t ever expect to hear from.

For some reasons, and I really have no idea why, I like anniversaries and tradition. Anyone who knows me probably knows this, and if you don’t, then you don’t know me as well as you think you know me. I guess. So, for my one year in Newfoundland and from the blog archive, here’s the first ever post, written the day after I landed.

001 | false sense of security | Sunday, April 22

As usual, before takeoff the pilot came on the speakers in his usual laid-back voice, gave a few details on the trip and what to expect during the flight and upon arrival in St. John’s: warm and sunny (could it be everyone back home was lying to me?). The plane ride itself was pretty uneventful, mostly involved me reading the same page of my book, nodding off, catching myself, and rereading the same page again. This went on far too long for my own good. Eventually I sat back and zoned out for a bit until the plane jumped and we started to make our descent.

This is where the Pilot came back to tell us how much of a liar he is and it’s actually cold and snowing with visibility of about 5 miles (no, people back home weren’t lying to me). Which, in airplane terms means that as soon as you break cloud cover, you’re about to hit the ground.

I later found out from Jena that only Air Canada will dare landing in those conditions and any other airline would have diverted the plane to Gander. Not quite sure what I think about that yet.

My first, delightful impression of St. John’s is grey, everything is grey, and all the trees are covered in ice. Home sweet home.

As promised, Jena met me at the airport, drinking her Tim Horton’s coffee (Newfoundland isn’t that different afterall) and we had a good little chat while waiting for my luggage to come in from Heathrow Airport (at least, that’s what the sign claimed). Then she drove me around, gave me a tour of the city (of which I remember little), the offices where I’ll be working (remember slightly more) and then took me for breakfast at Cora’s (and even though there are several in HRM, it was still my first trip). I had eggs benny with ham. No crazy seafood snuck in, but there was a piece of bacon in my potatoes. I considered it a bribe to get me to like St. John’s and quickly ate it before it was discovered.

Later in the evening, Jena and Michael picked me up and took me out to a lovely little place called “Get Stuffed” that, despite the name, is actually very classy. There are pillows on the benches. It was great, we had a good talk, covered a lot of stuff that’s been going on and talked a lot about back home and what St. John’s is like. Jena and Michael shared a bottle of wine while I fought with the server over their beer selection.

“Do you have any reds?”
“No.”
“Do you have a beer list?”
“No.”
“Do you have any beer at all?” Michael then asked him.

Eventually I settled on a Sleeman’s Honey Brown. Followed by the milk that came with Jena’s cookies that she didn’t want and another beer while they were having another glass of wine.

The hotel I’m staying at is not unlike my apartment on North Street. In fact, the layout is almost exactly the same, but flipped. The combination fridge/sink/two burners brings back bad memories. Who wants to FedEx me my Panini maker? Other than that it’s great. Even has a recliner I made use of, a TV I haven’t made use of yet, and a bed that was occupied for a good twelve hours when I finally collapsed.

I took this in the afternoon, not at 1:57 in the morning. That might be next weekend. We’ll see. But it’s a fair approximation of the last thing I saw before becoming unconscious for a good twelve hours.

It’s actually sunny today with blue skies and a high of three. Going to try the walk to work and see what downtown is like.

-devo
Still possessing his keys, and the spare keys that were supposed to be given to mom.

Graeme sent this along to me earlier today and now I’m sharing it with the world. All seven of you.

http://www.tweenbots.com/

Aren’t they possibly the cutest thing ever?

So, assuming you’ve been to the site, what would you do, help or mislead? Give a little push towards their goal or aim them for the nearest crevice?

Well then. It’s been a little while and I figured I should cobble together some sort of post for you dear readers to enjoy. Though that last part is optional. Forthwith I make the disclaimer that enjoyability, should it happen, is purely coincidental and unintentional. I think.

So, for my update: Nothing is going on.

But here’s a picture. For the entirety of the time I was there taking the picture, I had Alice In Chain’s “Man in the Box” stuck in my head. Except it became “Man in the Rock”.

So. There you go, enjoyable eh?