from the "this is where I came in" file: Dorfy the dwarf hamster has succumbed to the enormous growth on his stomach and needs to be buried today. I've wrapped him up all nice in a tuna can with electrical tape, and Kirsten says he looks like he'd be good for hockey. No respect for the dead...

I told Ian I was applying for a job selling sausages, and he said, "I don't want my mom to be a meat jockey".

I'm off to Vancouver today, tomorrow I have to go to the library at SFU, see an advisor (oh yay) and the Tragically Hip.