Unloaded a bunch of furniture just an hour ago. I'd just posted a notice a couple hours prior so it was a pretty good turnaround. A couple from the 8th floor dropped by and picked up about half my stuff and, so, I'll wait another day or two before I call the local thrift shop and have them pick up the rest. I still have my bed and a big couch to get rid of. Damn it.

My place is looking more and more like the empty room I excitedly moved into a few years ago which is forcing me to reflect on what I actually gained from moving to Vancouver. I'm not really sure to be honest. I had the fortune of living next to a downtown beach and not have to deal with East coast humidity (which was nice), did some snowboarding in Whistler, caught a Jays game in Seattle, went fishing on the Fraser, Climbed a few mountains and drew lots of comics. Not bad. I don't think I'd ever live here again but I'd definitely visit or come back to hang.

I saw Casino Royale the other day. Wicked movie. Daniel Craig played a super buff and gritty Bond which was a great change of pace from the recent pretty boy versions. The guy kicked some seriously righteous ass, man. Like, take-no-prisoner style. I really appreciated how it got away from the campy gadgets and groan-worthy one-liners. It's akin to how they rebooted the Batman franchise. Nice. The film was a bit too long but I can't complain. It was entertaining.

TAK