All the crazies, none of the calories
Before committing to read a 13-book series, maybe check to see if it has gone out of print before picking up the first. That way, you just might be saved hours of rummaging through French bookstores, asking clueless employees for a children’s book that clearly isn’t as popular as its original English version.
Oh, comte Olaf, why must you torture me as well?
I volunteered for a couple of shifts at the Ice on Whyte festival this year. They (very craftily) sign you up for it in, like, October, before you could know that your first shifts are going to be on nights when it’s like -32 and blowing snow. Thusly, I didn’t get many pictures because of the aforementioned conditions, also my camera froze a couple of evenings and the lens refused to extrude. Can’t really blame it.
There was an icy blue pagoda…
It snowed and snowed and then it snowed some more. Then I got frostbite on my spleen.
Then these guys, who were ice sculptors, also got frostbitten spleens and started staggering around the site screaming “Aiiiiiii! We should have stayed in Mother Russia!” (Or something like that.) Later I heard a rumour that one of them went mad and made the other one into a Buddha snow sculpture, then ran off into the blizzard making lemur noises, never to be seen again.
My bodyguard friend Dean also volunteered for the festival, so I was able to get a lovely picture of him embracing his Chinese zodiac animal.
Yes, we are twelve.
A giant robot showed up at one point, but it was so cold he froze instantly. A few enterprising guys from BC quickly slapped a sign on him and entered him into the sculpture contest.
And there was a legit ice sculpture of some young guy grabbing something away from a dragon, which I normally wouldn’t recommend. But he seemed to know what he was doing.
This perfume vase wasn’t as flashy as some of the other sculptures, but I just loved it. I came back to it again and again. That chain! Those handles! It was just so serene and balanced and perfect.
The giant dragon slide – it can be hard to see the view on this side if there’s a line. I got a shot of it a few minutes before closing on Tuesday night. This was definitely the most fun volunteer position ever, especially the little kids who were all “I can’t, I can’t, I’m scared, I can’t, it’s too high!” and then went down anyway and ran back to join the lineup as soon as they hit the bottom. So cute.
What do they say again? Happiness is a warm Buddha?
Or is it a cold Buddha?
Or is it a cold Bud?
Anyway, this is one of those things.
If you’re in Stabmonton and reading this, you still have a few days to go check it out, it runs till the 23rd and a fun local band is playing on Saturday night. (Sidenote: “Um, can you promise me that the bassist will be wearing pants this time?” “No. No I can’t. But I can confidently hypothesize that he will.”)
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