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(he/him) motorcycles and musings. B2B marketing specialist. Support player. Tattoo aficionado.
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Landed in Toronto, stayed upright. There I did the joke.

The last three months have been surreal; my manager is moving on, our company has been acquired, and my sales team has been completely regenerated.

Waiting in the airport for my wife to arrive. I haven’t been this nervous about a girl since I first started dating her.

Buying nothing on Friday would be great if it wasn’t a travel day. I have to participate in the economy, but I’ll do my best to make solid choices. But I ain’t walking from Pearson to my hotel in that shit weather.

The frequency of people who get off the SkyTrain and immediately open their phones is astounding. Like, focus! Get out of the way!

Admittedly, “Grace, Too” by the Tragically Hip came on during my workout and I felt a twinge of National Pride.

Wife and I have overlapping business travel; we’ll be apart for 12 days and I’m kind of sad about it. That’s like half a month!

Maybe I’m just neurotic and the world is too much?

I find the BC Speculation tax declaration wildly inefficient as it basically goes to everyone who owns a dwelling and maybe only applies to a small percent of people and those people can just lie or find a loophole.

That’s the first earthquake I’ve ever actually really felt.

Gotta go to a fancy party, so fancy Fluevogs and skull socks.

Also, I have to fly to Toronto next week and that news is crazy balls. Should I wear a helmet on the flight?

The three-day weekend is amazing unless you have no plans; yesterday I woke up late (8:30am) and felt like half my day was over, and I had nothing to do so puttered around until my wife got home (she doesn’t get the day off). Son slept until 2 and went out. I have to start having better days off.

Hey, do we do real-time menty-b’s here? Or was that reserved for Twitter?

At the hospital for an appointment and it’s wild because I’ve lived all over the place (and been in a few other hospitals) but I’m in the hospital where I was born 48 years ago.

This weekend I bought pussy willows for the living room. I used to be in a punk band.

Okay, I admit it. I’m a “6:30am grinding coffee” dad.

Had an amazing meeting with other marketers yesterday and I came away slightly sad, because I don’t think I’m doing enough, by comparison, but also inspired because I can do something amazing.

My neck is so sore that can’t fill out this briefing process survey. Ya. That’s it.