Leeroy's signs

And so continues the epic of Leeroy Maple, as he runs around various parts of Toronto taking pictures of himself with random people. Here, Leeroy saw these two girls turn the corner, so he decided to be cool and park himself against a slow sign... With a no-parking sign attatched. Aah, it's that rebel again, Leeroy Maple!

(Leeroy leaning against a sign (his new photo-opp pose) and being cool for the ladies)

Leeroy's Friends

Leeroy has travelled far; he's made a lot of friends. Here are two of his best. Brenton he met at his birth from "Mother"; Jenny he met after seeing a Star Trek at Younge and Eglington... Which, of course, he loved. Except that he didn't really like the minimal part wood played. But it was good otherwise...

Polls

Aah, Meebo, you have yet to learn so much. This is a good example for why you don't add stupid answers to internet polls.

The Travels of Leeroy Maple

Meet my newest friend; Leeroy Maple. Now, Leeroy may seem like just any bit of wood, but trust me when I say it, he isn't. He's got an amazing personality. He likes, like anyone else, to travel. Over the next weeks, I will publish something like a journal of his journeys over Toronto, and anywhere else he could go... Which, knowing this massive splinter, could be anywhere. I paraphrase his own words when I say, "Look out world! Here comes wood."

(Me and Leeroy at Cheltenham Park)

Exams

With exams approaching, or past, probably, by the time this is finished and published, I think it would be an interesting idea to make a comedic series of rhymes on these rather excessive tests.

 
 

It seems quite peculiar,

That a thing as familiar,

As a test should be taken to extremes.

 
 

But our system's obsessed,

To find who are best,

(And therefore most stressed)

It means going to excess,

Who cares if they're depressed?

 
 

This constant abusing,

Lead an adult to boozing,

Is truly confusing,

The stuff they're defusing,

It's almost amusing.

 
 

Their fixation with pens,

The message it sends,

They have no friends,

Is not new news,

To speak of at all.

 
 

They want us to read,

T'ill our fingers bleed,

It is useless to plead,

With these kings of the creed,

It's what you will need,

To succeed.