The Corn Bandits

Strathvegas gets old real quick.
Solution: Corn.
Lots of it.
We're surrounded by cornfields.
And the corn isn't getting picked.
So when L came over we first hid corn all over the house (people are still finding some to this day).
Then with that corn, we drew faces and became the true corn bandits.

The field.

One of our first targets - the hostage corn strapped to the chair in someone's front yard.

The 'ol "sneakers on power lines" trick - except with corn.

The pirate corn on his mast - the Strathroy-Caradoc fountain.

Corn on the tracks. With the wind blowing just right, one can hear the corn's tortured screams yelling "Save me, save me!"
Gangster corn and me having an awkward conversation in the Strathroy Train Station - which is a cabin smaller than the room I'm in at this moment.


"You've got mail."
New meaning to "baby corn".

"Hmm, let's go check out the local dreamhouses... Why, that's rather silly of me, I shall just live in a cornfield for the rest of my days instead!"
This bike is quite literally powered by pure ethanol fuel.


... Er... A corny house? Yes.

"Corn merging ahead".

Oh we got stopped by the cops too. Apparently we're not allowed into the local parks after dark. Summary of conversation:

Cop#1: Hey, you guys know you're not supposed to be here after dark right?
One of us: Oh. Uh. Sorry officers, we didn't know.
Cop#1: That's alright, and we stopped you because we thought you were someone else. We still want your information though. Got ID?
All of us: (Inward sigh)
Cop#2 (While #1 collects our information): So what do you have in those bags anyway?
One of us: ... Corn.
Me: Yeah man just corn, not drugs or anything like that! *Nervous laugh*
*Officers look inside bags*
*Gives us weird looks*
Cop #1: Alright, all clear. Thanks.
All of us: Yes, thank you.
*Cops drive away*
All of us: %@#$#$!@!

Strathvegas 4 lyfe.

Check back sometime. More corn banditry every weekend.

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How lazy can you get?

So if any of you out there have been wondering what I've been up to, too bad. I answer e-mails. Sometimes. I've had numerous chances to blog but I've been too busy/lazy to, depending on how you look at it. Right now I'm sprawled on one of our fine, comfy couches. It's tuff writing a blog entry on an ipod touch, not to mention time-consuming. But I'm just too comfortable you know?

Tonight I'm dressing up as some sort of wizard to go entertain some Strathroy children. But that is not the thing I am most looking forward to this weekend, for you see, L is paying me and my group a visit! Wonderful no? I think that is quite awesome.

I think I shall go do some dishes now. J, you would love the amount of dishes you get to do here, it's quite a handful.

-KALEIDOUGHSCOPE

In Farmers' Fields

Sometimes living with 11 people gets to you.
Other times it's cool to be around so many people.

When the first situation arises, walk out late at night into the local farmers' fields listening to Nightwish and you shall learn to cope.

Search.

First day of volunteer work today.
If you didn't know, I work at Search Community Mental Health Services.
The first day was really uneventful, they had us read the staff policies manual and I borrowed the "Bipolar disorder Survival Guide" to read. And that's pretty much all I did from 8:30-4:30.

We did drop by the art club that they run for the "clients", there are some wicked painters there.

Tried to communicate with a deaf guy, but since I don't know any sign language, me and Trish (my coworker from Katimavik) had one of the staff who knew sign language translate for us.

Tomorrow I think we're running this car wash dealio, and then in the afternoon I'm going with one of the counselors to visit a client in their house.

Two days ago I cooked up a mean stir-fry, and it was deffo good. But now that orientation week is over, the house managers for this week (Kaylie and Myriam) will be cooking stuff for us while we're all at work. We were supposed to have Spag (that's what we call spaghetti around here - Quebec thing) tonight, but they didn't get the chance to go buy groceries because some people had to drive to London to get this weird skin-tuberculosis test thing. Delegate from Iceland, any idea how that works?

Tonight, after coming back from work, we just sat around the couch room (aka computer + living room) till we decided to go downtown to the Cool Cucumber which we have been going to every night for ice cream. We're addicted.

And then Andrew, Kaylie and I hung out at the local gas station to mingle with the locals. Wednesday, during our free time, Andrew will be going to London with one of them to get his nipple pierced (or tongue, I forget, but it REALLY scares me that everyone in my group is obsessed with piercings), and he'll be stopping at this headshop while in town, and I'll give him money to buy stuff.

Oh, my hemp body butter supply is running rather low - everyone's loving it and using it.

Too much to report on, not enough time.

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