It takes me awhile to throw things out.

Finally.

Whoever she is.

Clown Vomit!

Today there was a protest/riot in front of the building where I work. Finally! Although, I must admit, I thought I would be the one causing a riot within a 10 block radius of that place. Anyway, this dude on the ground, I assume, got pepper sprayed.

It looked pretty painful, convulsions and whatnot. My brother is in the RCMP and as part of his training he had to get pepper sprayed. He said it was the most painful thing he'd ever experienced. Until he had to get tasered. His words of advise: "If a cop is pointing a taser gun at you, calm down and do what he's telling you." Unless he's a bad cop I guess.

I'm not sure how it started. They were protesting the whole Atlantica thing, which I am not well informed about enough to explain or comment on. Something about feeling like we're being sold out. Mostly it seemed like a riot busted out and then the protestors were all "Fuck the Police!" and whatnot. And in an interview one guy said "Of course we were not expecting this." However, I'm pretty sure the cops are not the ones that brought paint-filled balloons to the rally. Plus, I highly doubt this is what any of those cops felt like doing on a Friday afternoon. Except bad cops I guess.

My co-worker seemed to think the cops were being rough, but I did not see any evidence of that. Yes, some dude got pepper faced, but I don't know what happened before that, so it may have been warranted.

Our building just had it's whole front sandblasted clean, so we were hoping some paint hit it, but no luck. My co-worker ran outside to see if her car was okay. It was.

Here the cameras converge on this dude, who apparently was the co-ordinator or something, according to what my co-worker heard. We were not allowed to leave the building through the front door because of liability purposes, so we had to listen through the door. I so badly wanted to fling the door open and yell "Penis!" I have missed my life's greatest opportunity.

As you can see, the cameras are missing the money shot of pepper dude being loaded into the police van.

All in all, it allowed me to blow off work for a full 30 minutes, which made it totally worth it. Except to pepperhead and the few other people that got arrested. Oh, and apparently the police officers that got hurt (I did not see anyone unconscious or reeling from rubber bullet pain). So really, only worth it for me and everyone in my building.

Peggy's Cove!

It's not Cuba water, but it has its charms.

Two of these goats were mean to a third goat. They would head butt him to try to prevent him from getting food from us. Jerks.

I believe the technical term for this is "Smush".

We headed up this rock to get a better view...

...of this dead seagull.

I sent this to my brother. He's seen the Maritimes anyway.

This was the best chicken ever!!!

This creepy plate was staring down on us during lunch.

Then we had ice cream! And I discovered I'm a supertaster, which sucks.

Close to home, my dad's van passed a historic mark on the odometer.

Bees!

Of the creepy variety, not the museum variety.

So I'm at work on Friday evening and there's a huge bee flying around. I announce it but no one seems to care and I'm leaving for the day so I'm like "Alright, seeya!" Not really caring what happened after that. I get to work on Saturday and this giant bee is lollygagging around the window by my desk. This huge bee:

I'm like "Holy shit! How big is this thing?" Then it wandered onto a ruler for convenience.

So I watch it for awhile because I don't even need to find out that I'm allergic to bee stings. It's wandering around totally bee drunk. It would move a bit, then stop and raise it's wings. Then move a bit, lift it's front feet up and down.

There's a garbage bag at the bottom of the window to prevent a draft, and he was walking along it, then he'd randomly fall off. The window was open, but he did not seem to realize. I called my co-worker in to check out the drunk bee. I was all "Aren't their feet supposed to be sticky, hence being able to stick to walls and whatnot?" When he fell off the bag yet again, I was getting weirded out by it, like it might go crazy on me at any minute.

So my co-worker managed to get the bee to walk onto an envelope and then she tossed it out the window. I thought "Maybe it lost it's stinger and was dying" and chalked it up to that.
About half an hour later I hear a sound. Our office building has mice, so I'm looking around for a mouse and trying to place the sound. It's coming from above.

So then I'm all "What the shit? How did a bee get in there?" There being the flourescent overhead light. He was all wandering around in there like it was no big deal. I point him out to my co-worker who is equally weirded out by it. About 15 minutes later I hear some buzzing like he's now really pissed about being in there and he looks like he's kind of wigging out a bit. After some silence, I look back up at him:

Stone cold dead. What's the deal? As I leave for work I say to my co-worker "Does it concern you at all that apparently something about this building is rapidly killing small creatures?" To which she replied "You mean, it might be slowing killing bigger creatures?" "Yeah... Well, seeya next week!"