It's 1:45 am, and I really aught to be fast asleep by now, but the insomniac in me persuaded me to write a quick diary about the fair amount of stuff that's happened since my last real non-HuSiStock diary.

Contains:
Dad update - how he's doing
Wife update - what she's doing
Apartment update - Gigantic mountains of debt, here we come!
Work update - I got sick of coding, so I stopped doing it

I finally managed to throw together some captions for the photos I've been showing off. I've bundled all the previous postings into one gallery, and sprinkled in a few unposted pictures just as a treat.

Now get all your HuSiStock pics in one place, with bonus commentary!

Rated PG-13

Here I am, in Pearson International Airport, waiting to board the WestJet flight that will return me to my drab, dreary, ordinary life. This will be in stark contrast to the rollicking commune of dirty HuSi Hippies that I've had the pleasure of spending the past few days with.

First off I've gotta thank the residents and affiliates of the old schoolhouse. Now, this isn't some obligatory, dry thank you like someone's dear old grandmother might put in a thoughtful card after being entertained by some polite, but dull acquaintances. No, this this is a heartfelt thanks to a group of people who have busted their asses to make this event happen, and kept busting them to keep it happening: littlestar, CBB, slozo, Old and Mrs. Oak, and Scarlet. Also to all the other HuSians who gave the journey a purpose, and provided great company, conversation and contentment. All of you made this trip a Bang for Buck Bargain. A++++, Would Stock again.

Pictures and highlights within.

Another round of HuSiStock pictures

(in the body, because I'm a nosy bugger who wants to know how many people are interested)

Catalogued and thumbnailed for your pleasure:

http://mostly-harmless.ca/~mike/HuSiStock/

eventually, I might add captions, but don't hold your breath...

My verdict on The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

The world's most well protected Duck

Thought a few people (ok, maybe two) would get a kick out of it.

83 days in hospital
240 hospital meals
66 hours driving to and from visits
11 rides on B.C. Ferries

it's been a long 3 months

"So, we all went out for dinner tonight"

"No you didn't."

"Oh?"

"Well, I wasn't there"

OK, a pretty weak joke, but not bad for a dead man.

probability and chance are far too abstract of concepts to work up a good rage against.

My dad is hanging on, but now I'm in the sickening position of wondering if this is a good thing anymore.