This past week I:

Did Toronto's Lower Bay subway station with Jim. Despite previous reservations about it being too dangerous, or worse, boring, it ended up being dead easy and fairly interesting as well. True, it's just like almost every other Toronto subway station out there, but this one has a layer of filth all over it to give it a somewhat different atmosphere. Plus, there's the fact that you have to walk along active lines which helped make the whole trip feel kind of satisfying. Like snot-nosed kids tend to do, I used to stare out the window of the subway and wonder what it'd be like to go through the the tunnel by foot instead. And now I know. Fortunately no oncoming trains or stumbles onto the third rail put a damper on things.

Went down to Niagara Falls with Teri, Chris and Soraya, strictly for traditional tourism reasons. We visited the awful Rock and Roll wax museum, ate shitty food at Denny's (never again) and wandered around gawking at things as though we were slack jawed yokels. Eventually we ended up at the Fallsview casino where I took as many pictures as I could before security told me in as many words to knock it the fuck off. Good to know that they at least give you a warning and dont try tampering with your camera instead. I kind of want to go to other casinos now to see what I can get away with. I have a bit of a thing for Slot machine players. They always look as though they're in another world, one which contains no joy whatsoever.

Did Park Drive again, this time with Kendall, Dusty and Brad. I'm not sure how much they enjoyed the drain itself, but they seemed to like the part where we exited via the manhole on a quiet little residential street. About five minutes after setting the lid back in place, a cop pulled up to ask if we had seen anyone rolling a "sewer cover" around, to which I responded "no." Meanwhile, we're all sitting around the thing, with rubber boots, backpacks, flashlights, and pools of water lying everywhere. "What are you guys up to then?" The look he gave me after I told him that we'd "just finished hiking through a ravine down the street" (technically true) was priceless. It's the one that says "I don't believe a word you're saying, yet I can find humour in what I think is really the truth." And then he just drove off, leaving us to wonder just what he could've done had I told him what it was we were really doing.