Apartment living sucks!

My wife and I have lived in no less than 5 apartments during our three-and-a-half year marriage. It's certainly a reasonable step while I finish the last remnants of my post-secondary education, but its the neighbors I've often had to deal with the make the experience so much more rewarding.

I could write several entries on pleasant encounters I've had as a building manager. Rent dodgers, lobby migrants, neurotic tenants who insist on recognition of their B.Sc., and so forth. Our most recent dealings involve, why, our very own private garage band! Can you believe it?! How I was so fortunate as to secure a continual source of freshman-laced musical expression is beyond me. It's the perfect ingredient to our noisy neighborhood stew: the Whyte Ave Special with a hint of bass, and a lingering aftertaste of booze. And they're on YouTube!! (I won't bother posting the link... they get no advertising from me)

I suppose its all part and parcel of the life I live. But I can tell you that I will be one happy man when I can finally kiss this hole of a neighborhood goodbye.

Slow news day...

It's always nice to know that even when things get a tad slow, we can almost always count on stories like these to fill the void.