A walk through the alley off Fraser Street, back in The Commune days, when Husband was just Boy Roommate and looked like a hippie.
Alas, we've arrived at the end of the saga.As we've always joked that The Commune was a sitcom, let us liken our series finale to the end of Friends.Gregg and Ashleigh are Chandler and Monica, shacking up out in the burbs. But no babies. (Get that, Mom? NO BABIES.)Shannon and Jessica are still partnered up in … Continue reading the commune is no more
You enter the process with so much excitement. The possibilities seem endless: hardwood floors! 1000 sq ft! Mountain views! Close to Skytrain! In my price range! Utilities included!You do a drive-by. Walk around the area. "I could live here," you think. You find yourself dreaming of the future like it is some kind of golden … Continue reading apartment hunting as a metaphor for life
Did you know that the house Canucks Place is in used to be the headquarters for the Vancouver KKK? There were KKK in Vancouver? Maybe it was just two guys. Who sat around all day. Maybe they liked the outfits. Not everyone can pull off long white sheets. "What do you want for dinner?" "Anything … Continue reading further conversations of the idle poor
Shannon and I are still watching Downton Abbey. I tried to think of why, but fell short of a way to explain myself. We started watching the show because it was so damned critically acclaimed, but then we discovered that it, well, kind of sucks. So why were we still watching it? For reasons I've … Continue reading shows dr. roommate and I have watched together: an attempt to understand just why the hell we keep watching downton abbey
"Douglas," our chipper wee friend of a Christmas tree, sits discarded in the backyard. Having completely missed the free tree chipping the second weekend in January, we have no idea what to do with it. I only remembered the tree at all when the snow thawed last Friday. "Oh yeah," I remarked to BoyRoommatefriend, "The … Continue reading only eleven more months until christmas is over again
It went something like this: (photos courtesy of Dr. Roommate's iPhone)
Douglas, The Commune Christmas Tree. He's a happy little fellow with a red star.
There's an interesting pattern of behaviour that has established itself amongst Lower Commune residents. It seems to start like this: Subject A arrives home following a bad day at work. A bad mood is inevitable. Occasionally this bad mood is compounded by a) Mondays, b) other monthly occurrences, c) personal baggage, d) nasty surprises, or … Continue reading behavioural tendencies of lower commune residents with focus on frequency of alcohol consumption