No big or exciting news today. Everything seems to be heading back to normal and my friends are beginning to get over the Brian gag. Good thing since my parents sure aren't. The contract that has kept me on the nine to five is ending today so I'll be whipping through the freelance work while continuing the self-promotion extravaganza! That, and playing with my brand new Globe & Mail Online Access subscription - more news than I could ever want or be interest in. Someone get me more contracts before I become overinformed!
As for blog news, I'm working through some coding issues to get rid of some HTML showing up in certain RSS feeds. You know about those right? They'll basically tell you when I update the site so you know when to check back. It's easy on Macs (duh!) and I'll be figuring it out on PCs this weekend so if you need a hand getting it set up, let me know. Google Analytics is messing some things up while also providing an addictive internet hobby of spying on my blog readers (40-60 people a day! good start...). Also, look for more quotes from my wonderful friends who think I don't pay close attention to what they say. They're going to wish I didn't.
Tonight, you'll find me at the Empire Oxford (on the corner of Quinpool and - surprise! - Oxford) screening The Princess Bride on the big screen for the first time in years. We had a little scare when we found out it was the only film reel of the movie in Canada and that after 20 years it was a tad brittle, but it seems to be screening just fine. We're hoping for a big turn-out to raise funds for the All Rights Reserved Literary Journal and to pick up our newest issue, Testify.
Tickets are $10 for adults, $5 for anyone under the age of 13 and the show will begin promptly at 7:00 p.m.
"and I do have skinny calves. But fat ankles. The lord giveth and the lord taketh away. Or, not giveth at all or just... he giveth and he maketh sure you don't think too highly of yourself."








2 comments:
great. now the world knows i have fat ankles. you're just jealous because billy is the new ben. i mean brian. i mean ben. god i'm so confused all the time.
b: "can we steal that dog?"
s: "yes!"
*one-second pause*
s: "what dog?"
"Hi Billy? Yes. We travel together now."
We really shouldn't see each other anymore.
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