Wherein a bunch of looney bike nuts race around in circles on an ice rink.

Hilarity, predictably enough, ensues.

Actual Hallowe’en shots will be in a separate post, since I forgot my camera and have to wait on photos to be emailed to me.  Until then, here is a sampling of silly and pretty things from the past week:

First, a happy papadum, courtesy of my sillier half,

who also likes to send me private messages over Twitter.

Some things found in my apartment building,

My bike, sporting a brand-new shiny sticker from Watching The World Wake Up,

(it’s the eyeball with the rays shooting out around it)

A couple of pretty things that would have been prettier if only I’d brought my proper camera

And finally, on the off chance that anyone actually comes here looking for truth and meaning:

Bus stations are impossibly depressing.

I grew up riding the old Voyageur buses between Kingston, where my mom lived, and Toronto , where my dad’s family was, so heading down to the bus depot this morning to catch a bus to my mom’s new (well, new in the sense that they didn’t live here when I was a kid) house in Bracebridge (home of Santa’s Village!) felt like old times.

They cleaned up the bus station in downtown TO, but it’s still pretty dingy.

Beautiful downtown Gravenhurst, as seen from the window of the Ontario Northland bus:

This nice old lady was picking her nose the whole way:

More later; have to go celebrate mom’s 60th!

Exhibit A (click to biggify):

That is all.