Placeholding. 2

I’m writing this in the five minutes I’m giving myself to take a break from trying to make sense of some film shipping fiascos (fiasci?). I knew there was a reason this can of soup had been in my ‘for later eating’ drawer for the better part of a year. Feh. I really need to ...

Mr. Farnsworth.

A lot happened yesterday. I ran a big race (in just over 2:30, which is a total arse – I had to pee during the race and lost some time to queuing for a portaloo), ate brunch, napped epically, made nachos, watched the Emmys.

Getting on with it.

Spent the morning eating bagels, watching ‘Breaking Bad’, and trying to fix some botching in the cardigan I’ve been working on (I was somehow short four stitches, making an already small size even smaller). Later, I will go pick up my race kit and eat cheese and bread and not-enough-wine. Why? ‘Cause, tomorrow I’m running ...

Married life. 4

A fairly short, ill thought-out, one today, as I have two important projects* this week, but yesterday’s entry got some private feedback, mostly from single people, but also married ones, saying that they too craved separate living spaces from their partners.


Filming was long. Rather, set-up was long, then we waited around for two extra hours for the actual filming people to show up. There are some photos here. Too tired to write more and can’t remember anything about confidentiality clauses.

Joe Btfsplk.

In an utterly foul mood this morning and I’m tired of complaining about not sleeping, so I won’t. Except, y’all, it really, really sucks to be so utterly exhausted, especially when you still don’t have a working water heater to blast you with life-giving shower water.

Black Grape. 2

Black Grape.
Ran 21km for the first time since last September yesterday. My body is so broken down today that I am really, really hesitant to go downstairs for anything because that requires coming back up.

Brazilian Independence Day. 2

New QI, crocheting (poorly), triviaing (slightly less poorly), beer, yarn and cat food shopping, and not getting parking ticket. ¬†Apparently from that last thing, this day is almost me personified. Especially since I’m largely shirking my writing ‘responsibilities’ (self-inflicted) in this space to fuck about and do other things with my Saturday. (Including polishing up ...


If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the world listicle. So, here are some. Five different things about TIFF that make my life difficult my boss is unreachable and having fun (mostly), so I have oodles more to do at work any distributor I deal with in Toronto might as well be closed, as their ...

Auntie Mary Diane.

Probably wondering why I didn’t post an update this morning. Is it because a) I am increasingly annoyed by the Toronto International Film Festival for making people I need to contact unreachable, and making it so that I am in the same time zone/country/province as my sometimes dream man, but not close enough to meet ...