I got back from my weekend trip yesterday to find an early birthday present — season 1 of the BBC series The League Of Gentlemen — waiting for me. Looking forward to watching and, by all reports, being disturbed by it.

Whoa. Medical emergency (not ours, obviously) on the flight but all seems to be well. We’re in a cab, headed for home.

Dag, my throat hurts.

Last NS update: we’re now sitting at our gate, waiting for our plane. Everything *appears* to be on schedule. Fingers crossed.

Right now I’m drinking hot chocolate to soothe my sore throat. It seems the sickness has spread from our mother to my brother and now to me. At least it didn’t ruin my fun for the rest of the weekend.

More tomorrow.

I’ll post more detail later, but for now let me summarize by saying that I am very full, relaxed, fly-bitten and sunburned.

What is it about some people that makes them think it’s ok to cut your fingernails in public?

Anyway…

We’ve arrived, but my brother’s bags have not. I checked for him, but the bags just didn’t make the connection. That is a suck.

I like Pearson terminal 1 so much more than terminal 3. We breezed through (in so much time, in fact, that we now have nearly an hour of post-dinner sitting around before our flight boards); with any luck the rest of our trip will go as smoothly.

S’been an interesting day so far: packing, running errands, sending emails, readying blog posts, checking the news, cursing the fact that I’ll miss the NHL draft lottery, etc. And then there was the crazy man.

This morning my boss and I were walking along Bloor to a meeting, when some guy standing in the middle of the street started yelling at me. Not someone near me; he was very obviously yelling at me. I had no idea who he was, but he was angry at what I was saying…which is weird, ’cause we were discussing what might be the most boring topic you could conceive of: RSS feed auto-discover tags. Obviously he was drunk or stoned or batshit crazy or something, so we didn’t pay him much mind, but he was yelling some pretty nasty stuff. I think he wanted to engage in fisticuffs! I also don’t think it helped that my boss and I were laughing about it. Anyway, he disappeared (presumably to the other side of the street, but it’s possible he jumped down a manhole to escape the voices) and we strolled on to our meeting.

Gotta say, though, it’s not often I get yelled at by a crazy person before 9 AM.

Anyhoo, I’m off for a few days. I’ll be back Tuesday. Be good.

PS: according to a fortune cookie I just ate, my “emotional nature is strong and emotional.” Hooray!

I’m off for the weekend, but should be faithfully posting again by Tuesday. And wouldn’t you know it, the song that’s stuck in my head as I prepare to head for the airport: the underwear gnome song from South Park. Dag.

Take care, kids.

He wrote a what?

Jesus. I’m kind of glad my brother’s leaving London for a week today. Maybe the nuttiness will die down…