Eating. 9

At one of the parties I went to on Friday, four different people told me I looked ‘great’ and that I must be doing ‘a lot of running’. I’m not doing a lot of running lately (none, really, though I miss it enough that I might go out this afternoon), but I am thinner than ...

Friday nights. 1

This will tell you a lot about me: Last night, I stayed at work until 7:30 rather than go home before heading to a birthday party, because I knew it would be nigh impossible to get my butt back out the door again. I met Richard at his coworker’s wife birthday party (hey, Ian, if ...

Signs. 4

Off to let some Very Important People into the cinema for 8am, so no cathartic mondo entry today.  If you want real(-ish) writing, Mr Watson is finally posting the Very Late Review I compiled, and failed to send correctly, a month ago, on his website so that he can (finally) have a well deserved day ...

Earworms.

Early workday + cat attack at 5:15 means that I haven’t really dusted the cobwebs out of my brain this morning. I have ideas percolating, but no time to make them cohesive (for now). So instead of a proper entry, I’m presenting you with today’s earworm, which was probably brought on by several days of ...

Just waking up. 2

Last night, I dreamt about getting married. My (late) mother was there. I wore green. The groom didn’t show up until after the ceremony, but somehow it was all still legal. We then went on a cruise ship that launched itself from a mountain somehow (like a cross between a roller-coaster and something out of ...

Appetizers. Or leftovers.

(aka Silly things plus thoughts that might turn into something more substantial later, or might just languish here forever.) Euchre Night in Ottawa returned last night, now that Kirk and Paul’s bromantic* vacation has come to an end. The worst thing that happened was that Paul sprained his ankle/tore some ligaments tripping on a tram ...

Courtesy.

Apologies for the whinging about work again. I shouldn’t rag on customers too much, since they are paying us for a service, the service of watching movies, but man, they can really put a spanner in the works, eh? I worked an 11-hour shift downstairs in the thick of it all yesterday and, although things ...

Look at that.

(Before I officially start, I have to mentioned all the hype about Elizabeth Olsen in Martha Marcy May Marlene? Is not exaggeration. Her performance is absolutely amazing.) “I’m going to write every day!”, blah blah. Well, I’m embarking on an 11-ish hour shift at Cinema Gringo (™@vdaedalus) because one of our weekend managers is away. ...

Tales from the front (of the queue).

I got to stay at work late last night. I’m trying to make it sound like a privilege, but I didn’t have a helluva lot of choice in the matter, unless I wanted the staff to despise me. We have a particularly busy film on this week, a film that attracts non-regulars by the many, ...

You know nothing, Megan McLeod.

I very rarely do things I’m not good at, which sounds extremely conceited, but is more of a self-preservation, self-esteem-related thing. I like going to pub quiz because I grew up in a family where Trivial Pursuit was a (near-)blood sport and joining Reach for the Top in the first weeks of grade 9 was ...