It’s been awhile, internet. You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. Oh, you don’t give a shit? Well, that gets rid of the uncomfortable tension.

Needless to say, I’ve been very busy since my last post. I can’t really give away details, but apparently driving while impaired is a criminal offence punishable by actual jail time. Huh. If I had known that, my volunteer bus-driving career would have had a much different trajectory.

Anyway, a little while ago, I was at my friend’s apartment building. I was on my way to the elevators when I happened up this sign on a door.

Wow. That’s certainly a way to commemorate a fad: an entire room of a condominium devoted to it. I took a look inside — yes, it was a locker room devoted to roller blades. Not inline skates, which is the newer term for them. Roller blades. It was near the elevators next to:

- the Segway garage

- the pogo stick rack

- the scooter box

- the long board lounge

- the Vespa locker

- and the roller shoe tree

I am pretty sure that you can carbon date the condominium by the choice of that room alone.