Last week I was looking at clouds with a walking fellow and saw what was absolutely, definitely chubby Batman wearing an inflatable rubber ducky toy while laying on some rocks. There is no debate, there he is.
Unrelated to this incredible sighting is more activity with our raccoon friend Bandette — (formerly Bandit) — as she continues to prepare her kids for a life ANYWHERE BUT OUR KITCHEN. I’m sure they’re cute and all, but nocturnal and playful aren’t my favourite qualities in a houseguest. She sits on our solarium roof, cleaning and scheming, while those kids of hers chatter on in the small bit of ceiling above our kitchen cupboards. Get a job, already.
Went on a date last week to a beautiful restaurant called Radha. We experienced a delicious meal followed by a long period of wondering how the ‘ricotta’ filling could possibly be made of almonds. Afterwards, there was some Ultimate going on in a park that we passed on our way for a lousy chai, and we watched that for awhile. We weren’t the only ones. An elderly man was sitting behind the fence heckling the goalie of a small soccer practice. Or maybe he was just a generally angry man heckling the world. The downtown east side is not always the most comfortable place to be.
And did you notice I’m trying something new?
Update! Here’s a more detailed sketch to prove there was a chubby Batman in the clouds. Evidence presented, point proven, case closed!
