Nellie’s vacations are always bittersweet for me. As an introvert I love the alone time, but I always miss her too.
Two years after I saw Oncefor the first time, I watched it again. Still just as amazing. The scene in the music store where he teaches her “Falling Slowly” gave me chills, just like it did the first time.
The city of Toronto is holding a design contest for a revamped north building at St. Lawrence Market. Good. I love the farmer’s market on Saturdays, but that building is both hideous and a logistical nightmare.
Eighteen pound cats do not enjoy falling into bathtubs full of water. They enjoy it even less when their owner takes too long drying them off because he’s nearly strained a rib muscle from laughing.
The Santa Claus parade seems ridiculously out of place when it’s foggy and 14 degrees. Oh, and fucking November.
That said, I’m excited that Swiss Chalet has the festive special up and running already.
There are few three-word sentences in moviedom as cool as “Gregor fucked us.”
If I ever own a house I’m going to make my living room into a replica of Cumbrae’s, complete with butchers and bags — bags, people — of pulled pork.
My team was teh suck last night (except for Carey Price) and hasn’t been very good at all this year.
