ever wonder what happens when you take 3 quirky punk rock crunchy granola hippie free spirited queer odd weird young adults and give them a brand new Dream Home?
stay tuned faithful listeners, stay tuned.

the name comes from the house's instruction manual and warranty. just like the new appliances, when we opened up the house there was a booklet full of "helpful" information. like what colour the walls are. it's not beige. despite appearances, our walls are actually the colour of a desert castle.

we tumble and swoop around the vacuous space. 10 or 12 foot ceilings. two huge bedrooms, three bathrooms, walk in closets, and open concept kitchen living room dining room with a gas fireplace.

coffee is served on the island.
we have a huge Dream Kitchen, you see. ryskie can stand on the counter without his head touching the ceiling.

we stare out immense windows and sliding glass patio doors at the ravine, and watch the security guard make his rounds.

we're trying to have fun. if we see each other around the house that is. it's strangely large.

i fear we are not going to do so well down here. megs and ry are super stressed out by the general business end of things. i'm stressed out by the distances i must cross to get downtown. we are all stressed out by the weird suburban landscape carved out of the city's edge.
we flail wildly between hysteric hilarity, irritable bickering and the silence of space.

megs and ry went to vancouver to visit relatives for a week. i think the holiday will be good for us all. i will inhabit our saharan lair. make it a bit homier for their return. then i shall leave for ontario and let them figure out how they best fit into the castle keep. we'll be fine come the new year.

all megpye and i want for christmas is a roomba to clean the floors and keep us company.

what we really want is a pet, but such things aren't compatible with investment condos. the smell of cat pee lowers the resale value, or so i hear.