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I've finally gotten through to crocodilehunter.com. It's been overloaded for the last week as visitors from all over the world logged in to read and post tributes to Steve Irwin. For those who want to do something in memory of the Crocodile Hunter, a wildlife protection fund has been established in his name through Wildlife Warriors. The Orientation Week cruise last night was lovely. Most everyone seemed to have a good time (with the exception of a couple people who became slightly sea-sick, thankfully without hurling) and the rain held off until an hour after we returned to the dock. Perfect. There are pictures posted in my photo album. In other news, Mr. Garbage has been evicted from the store he'd buried in trash. It turns out the reason he and his friends were sleeping in his garbage pile wasn't homelessness...he has an apartment in the neighbourhood. The motivation for sleeping across piles of trash was that back in July he'd been given a month's notice of eviction. Rather than, you know, planning for the eventuality and clearing out his store, he and his friends decided to mount a "filth-in". OK, so he called it a vigil, but filth-in is more like it. Mr. Garbage stayed on the heap 24/7, perched like a great, patchouli-soaked bird in his nest of trash, in order to...what? I don't know what he thought he'd accomplish. It's certainly not behaviour that would cause a landlord to reconsider eviction. In the end the police pulled him from his perch, a week after his eviction deadline. So the sidewalk is cleared and the neighbourhood doorways are free from Mr. Garbage's filth-in friends...not to mention the smell of their urine. I guess piles of trash don't have washrooms but really, do you need to relieve yourself on our gate? |
