That's all, folks!
My quest came to an end on Tuesday with just a couple of days to spare.
To celebrate, I think I'll get married.
My quest came to an end on Tuesday with just a couple of days to spare.
Torontoist is ripping me off! Well, not really, and in any case: the more the merrier. I'm in the home stretch now, so hopefully I'll beat 'em to the finish line.
Today I fiddled with the Google Maps API, and came up with this. Some fine day, I'll merge it with this project, to the great annoyance of several people who might otherwise have found it useful.
Famous Dave has a fun new transit-themed poem over at Read Everything:
I wait for a bus on the corner by your college
so I can get back to the other side of London.
A truck that is speeding along the wide street
honks and it's honking at me, telling me
that on Sundays the bus doesn't use this stop.
So I walk to the real bus stop and later
I tell you about almost missing the bus
and about the truck that saved me. There is a
language without words, I type. There is,
you reply, and its often more affective.