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TheStar.com - Blackout hits downtown

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Boy did it... we were out of service from 11am - 5:30am, which was actually longer than we were out of service with the HUGE blackout.

"The rolling blackouts were Toronto Hydro's efforts to give a little power to customers while Hydro One works on repairing the problem,"  Toronto Hydro spokeswoman Tanya Bruckmueller said. 

Hunh... "a little power"  and what good is that? We got 2 small blips of service. 

The first was just enough time for me to get the computer turned on and the network up and running... then down she went again.

The second was perfectly timed for us to wait nervously... then blow out the candles, and set up for the much anticipated next episode of Rock Star:INXS... only to have the power shut off approximately 1.5 minutes before the show started.

It has however reminded us to have candle holders preloaded and matches placed strategically about the house.

My Bike

Yes, this is my bike.  Gerry calls it the "basket-mobile."  I love my bike. 

My bike has been through a lot.  It's been locked to railing, trees, staircases, statues and even occasionally bike racks.  It's carried groceries, flowers, potting soil, toilet paper, booze, computers, and much much more.  It's been knocked to the ground, bumped into curbs and even smashed into a car door that was opened in front of it.

However, those are not the reasons the bike is getting profiled.  The reason the bike is getting profiled is that it has been burgled.

After 5 years of stowing a flowery pillow in the basket of my bike, which has given me much sitting and leaning comfort when hanging out in parks, against trees and generally ... around, someone has STOLEN my pillow. 

Seriously, I've been carrying this pillow around for years... I've left it in my basket everywhere I've gone... Eaton Centre, Yonge & Bloor, Chinatown East and West, Front Street, Little Italy, The Beaches, Cabbagetown...everywhere I can bike to, this pillow has been left open in the basket.  I even left my bike, avec pillow, locked up on College Street for a week, with no one taking my pillow.   

But the one day I'm smart enough to shove the pillow into a plastic bag because it's going to rain... some bastard steals my pillow.  Bastard!

I am now pillow-less.  What will I sit on in Grange park?  What will I lean against a tree and rest my weary head?  How will we have spontanious and public pillow fights?  This is disasterous.