That Muppet…what’s his name…Jones,


I am on a train to Toronto (well, in, barely, now) for some mild tomfoolery, much eating of carbs, and some snail-y half-marathoning. Yeeeeeah.

Totally forgot to write anything yesterday after I spent my morning doing one last disastrous run, then meeting Rachel and the twins for coffee shoppin’.

They are now 11 months old and really keen on standing.


Thomas Dolby.


Busy, distracted, etc., so go check out this really nice rundown for lay people about Higgs-Boson. Two CERN scientists, Fran├žois Englert and Peter Higgs, won the Nobel Prize for Physics for their research about the elusive bastard thing.



Like many others, I have been concentrating on catching up on ‘Breaking Bad’ so as not to have to avoid the internet and potential spoilers for the rest of time (or something). I did manage it, from a nearly three season deficit two and a bit weeks ago.

Boring, eh? This makes me feel so unusually…part of things, since I don’t watch a lot of television, especially ‘live’, very often (awards show notwithstanding).

I also did other stuff this weekend (yardwork, birthday craps, sleeping too much, soup-making), but writing was not part of it. Maybe I’ll get back into my groove this week. For now, this boring filler’ll have to do.

Here is the plant of my dreams.

Jimmy Cliff.


At work, so I’ll keep this brief.

So far today, my phone has stopped working (actually due to a billing SNAFU, so when I get home, I get to call R0g3rs and figure out wtf), I’ve had to leave my bike at the shop because the rear brakes straight-up don’t work, and I realised that I’ve left both my wallet and glasses at home.

But I had a nice, front-brake-only commute along the river this morning, so not everything is terrible. Also, it’s Richard’s birthday, so we went out for a swanky dinner last night and I’m still riding on fumes from that (not literally – at least not anymore). And there will be free cake to celebrate the reopening of Rideau Street tomorrow. Double yessssss.

Here’s another reminder that October may be ‘Breast Cancer Awareness Month’, but that tacking pink ribbons all over the damned place is not the way to fix anything.

Also, here is some of the best acting Zooey Deschanel has/will ever done/do. The fear, the confusion, the disgust, all of it.