Get up, a get, get, down...

Last night I had my first skunk encounter. I stumbled across it in some ones front yard, mere blocks from my house. It was very exciting until it started to puff itself up and I had to run away.

Amidst all the bread and cold, I also found time yesterday to go to the Vancouver Police Museum. The place was deserted allowing me to run slightly amuck although I did get yelled at for trying to open the "morgue" body draws. I can not help being naturally curious and their warning signs were posted above my head. Who looks up these days? That's so 1998.

I clearly have forgotten how to express myself through proper sentences so today you shall be treated to a photo blog of sorts.

Firstly, This is creepy:

Secondly,

Things I have Learned About the Vancouver Police Force.

The Vancouver Police have Robots. Robots for Justice!

Canadian Police Officers have blue sclera, poorly illustrated by this photo. Trust me, the whites of his eyes are a lovely baby blue.

Vancouver Police Officers are bandits for the human pyramid.

Sometimes they like getting stoned

So do their Ponies.

At such times, the ponies get the munchies for small children.

Sometimes, dogs find them tiresome...

...except for this one,

who was trying really hard to be selected for the Dog Squad.

Poor puppy didn't quite make the team.

Owls are the scourge of the criminal underworld.

Next,

 Quaint Curiosities from the Vancouver Police Museum

The Coroners Candy Cane of Death.

Each layer of pills has caused a death.

Home Made Weaponry

The Mace has a certain rustic charm but why, if you had a hand gun

would you pull it apart to turn it into a knife. Silly Criminals.

A Hand Smeered with BBQ Sauce.

The tempting Morgue Drawers that got me into trouble



The contents of the body bag.
(It was already unzipped, I just peered inside)

Clearly realism wasn't important to this particular exhibit

and yet, they did attempt to give the "body" a cause of death,
albeit a fairly poor one.

And lastly, there is this:

There is so many things I could say about this amazing image that I'm lost for words. If I had more than three readers this would, indeed, be a caption contest image. There are just so many question I have about this one.

I feel I should point out that I have no issues with the Canadian Police Force. I am sure they are doing a bang-up job. It seems clear, however, that the curator of this Museum has a sense of humour as I hope the Police Force does as well.


Also,  giant beaver:

Hey now, don't dream its over.

Hello my little squirrels! Apologies for leaving you adrift in the big, bad world for so long.
I am now, settled in Vancouvie, after several tumultuous weeks of sad good byes in LA and a cold, rainy hello to Canada. I spent my initial time here canvassing for work and a home. I now have both. I start tomorrow at a lovely bakery/cafe that already thinks I'm the shiz and wants to make me supervisor and I am busy getting comfy in a lovely house in Kits (that's Kitsilano to the foreigners) with two lovely cats and their two lovely people.

Here is your first glance of Vancouver:

On the weekend my homies took me mushroom picking on a nearby mountain. We were hunting for Chanterelles. We did not find any. More to come, squirrels. I really promise this time.