Category: Personal

Personal posts about Michael “Garstor” Garstin and his life.

Welcome Home Lady Olenna!

Earlier this morning, I went to the Etobicoke Humane Society to adopt a new cat. I still miss Debug after

Niagara Falls Flickr Album

I arrived in Niagara Falls in the early afternoon on Sunday; just a few hours after writing yesterday’s post. A

Niagara Falls!

The past week was a brutal one for me at work. I try to keep work news and info separate

2019

I often try to model and render a New Years image. Last year, I procrastinated too much. So this year,

A New Year, A New WordPress Theme

An easy way to change-up a blogger’s world is just to swap the blog engine theme. I had been using

Getting Caught Up On Media Consumption

A nice thing about a flight to and from the other side of the planet is that you have time

The Australia Photos

When I saw that the FFRF’s 41st National Convention was going to be in California again (2014 was in Los

The San Francisco Photos

Two posts in a single day is odd for me. But I have catching up to do! Here is the

An Even Greater Excuse For Not Blogging

So what the bleeding fuck happened between November 26 and today? I wrote that I would write about the FFRF

Great Excuse For Not Blogging

November 2018 is nearly gone and I haven’t posted anything. As previously mentioned, I was on vacation and I arrived

On The Quiet Side

I don’t want October to fade out without making a single post. However, things have been a bit quiet in

Photowalk – Return To Mimico Creek

Yesterday, after clicking my personal odometer up a notch, I went on a photowalk. It was a short one but

Forty-Six

16,801 days ago, Garstor was sent to this world. He still has no idea why…if you have any ideas, let

Canadian International Air Show 2018

The Labour Day weekend traditionally marks the end of the Canadian National Exhibition – known locally as The Ex. It

Hello September!

Here is hoping that with the new month I can get out of this funk. I accomplished very little during

Remembering Code

Twelve years ago this morning, my cat Code did not jump on my shoulder to wake me. It turned out