I'm in Strathcona

7:37pm: Here's a wally from May 16, 2017. Probably redrawn from scratch since its first rendering in 2007. It's in context today. 7:34pm: Not much appreciation for my superhuman efforts back at the house. I'm poking into some pretty dirty corners to get them cleaned out and plastered and painted, but it all must look easier to the observer. Or maybe it's from dirty broadcasters like CBC, who encourage the public to dismiss my efforts when they support fraud bands like Blue Rodeo that stole dozens of my songs. Have they broke that story in the news yet, or do they just want to scare you with horror stories about the skid row that waits for you if you lose your job? Do they want to scare you from telling them they don't deserve their jobs and that the next government should slash their worthless budget? Don't let them do that. I'd even vote Tory to make that happen. At least I wouldn't have to worry about people who need to make their careers out of ruining my life getting credibility as 'Canadian artists' on CBC. But there's another element that brings such hateful, malicious people into my building: the non-profit system. Let me tell you how that works: they keep it broken just enough to stay employed. So they help you find a room, but they put you in a difficult building. They used my house as some kind of human dumping ground, and the below offender is one of the last vestiges of their influence since we started recruiting our own tenants two years ago. Besides slamming doors, showing me open hostility, and pouring sticky pop on the floor after I mop, he leaves nasty horkers in the bathtub for me to clean when he goes in there to clean out his nostrils for long loud periods. This is why our house gets chaotic, because of the people that keep the non-profit system broken enough for non-profit staff to stay employed. It's not my fault. And they must hate how I go around the house all day, trying to fix things in their deliberately rundown destination. 2:51pm: So I'm on schedule with my painting and cleaning at my building. This morning I had a small setback caused by some malicious sabotage of last night's mopping up operation. It was morning, and no one was out of bed yet, and it happened by someone on their way out of the building. He poured sprite on the floor in a spot where it would be picked up by every visitor's shoes and spread all over. So I simply waited for the only person out of bed at that hour to come home. It only took about an hour, while everyone stayed in bed. I had a strong suspicion who it would be, someone who's been acting up lately; and my suspicion turned out to be correct. This person may also be responsible for the severed animal limb I found in the bathroom sink the other day. It didn't scare me. I thought it might have been left behind by the three-foot-tall raccoon I shoed out of there with the mop a few hours earlier. I've been painting and cleaning a lot these days. I've made before-and-after videos in case I need to prove it. As I paint, I listen to music in my head. I don't need the radio anymore for that. And a friend asked me if I would watch CBC's in-depth coverage of the downtown eastside, and I said probably not. He asked me what I thought of such stories, and I told him they are meant to scare the workers into keeping their jobs: 'Look, here's where you end up if you get uppity on your employer.' George Carlin plagiarized my last mention of this thought in 2006 or 2007. I'm not in the downtown eastside. I'm in tranquil Strathcona, on a nice, tidy little block, except for that house they've been building since November 2017. TV and film people love it, since they want to shoot another scene right on my front doorstep. I hope I don't have to get in the front door while they're shooting it. And this is after they needed our back yard to shoot a scene. When was that? A few years back. I wasn't happy about it at the time.
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