Friday, June 26, 2009

A Farewell Note to This City

You may have noticed things moving a little slowly around here this week. I've packed up the Barbershop and moved out of Toronto. Lloyd the Dead-eyed Suburbanite at your service.

This doesn't mean too much as far as GROF is concerned, aside from my new mancave from which to issue my missives.

I'm going to miss the crap out of Toronto, the city I enjoy so much. But I move with zero regrets. I have other stuff to think about aside from my proximity to clover coffee machines and 4am nachos. Not that I won't long for those things, I'll make do like the rest of the slovenly croc wearing mouth-breathers universe outside the 416.

Moving sucks, I'm literally standing in my kitchen without a stick of furniture right now. Moving also sucks because I haven't seen Scott Rolen do anything awesome in two days! TWO! And I know he's been doing awesome stuff. Dammit.

So bring on the Phillies and new challenges and shit. I'll be back after a brief hiatus (two days tops, my blood starts to itch without regular exposure to blogger gamma rays) ready to do what must be done. Later hipster jackasses!


  1. Oh my god, I feel so sorry for you.

    Not the moving bit, but the bit about not seeing the play that Rolen made last night. Bonerrific!

    Let me know if there's anything I can bring to the housewarming. A big bottle of Maker's Mark, perhaps?

  2. yurg suburbs suck man, why contribute to that awfulness by living there :(

  3. what clover spot did you hit up? manic?
    starbuck's bought the exclusive rights to them, so they'll be popping up in the suburbs soon enough.

  4. Where have you "settled"?

  5. I've never understood why anyone would leave Toronto...

  6. I moved to Orangeville, not the real suburbs. The child care situation in Toronto is such a joke I really didn't have much choice.

    That isn't 100% true, but it's a major factor.

  7. PS. Manic is the shit. I doubt we'll be seeing too many Clover machines in Starbucks, they only have 18 or so in the states.

    Carlsberg years? I was really enjoying my Carling years!

  8. Almost Barrie, almost.

  9. Hope your kids don't turn orange...


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