Jesus Christ London...

...this is not a good idea!

Addendum: Ah, now I see why that picture of Patrick Swayze I used seems to be attracting so much traffic.

Round and round and round she goes

FLIPFLOP

...and you don't stop?

Well, I've found more than three days temp work and it feels pretty durn good. A permanent role would be better, but this staves off the money demons to such a distance that they shan't be distracting me as much as they have been lately.

This is good since my web series show bible got the thumbs up from my director, who is now going to run it by the producer to do a cost analysis. I look forward to finding out what may need to be cut or changed to save costs, so that I can then plow onward and write the remaining twelve episodes of the thirteen episode season. Given that it's for the web, they're going to be about ten minutes long and I enjoy the constraint.I couldn't find the exact post, but I know I've mentioned here before about how one of the first challenges I had to overcome was writing scenes that read like novels. With only ten pages to try and convey almost as much as you might have in a half hour or even hour-long program...this is not a luxury you can afford! I still am not in a position to reveal much, but when I can, I will.MEANWHILE

I cannot seem to escape these craven idols of Freddie Mercury.

Friggin' innernet!

Sometimes I still get a little dazzled by some of the absurdities of the way the internet works. Curious as to why I was getting dozens and dozens of hits today, I checked my stats to see that TODAY IS THE DAY, THE DAY WHEN EVERYBODY IS SEARCHING FOR A PICTURE OF PATRICK SWAYZE (that I used as a visual gag once).

My tits, they went up

I must admit, I'd bought into the semi-legit "common knowledge" that Torontonians are less than savvy when it comes to judging what is a harsh snow storm by Canadian standards. Having already had an anti-climax or two, I didn't take the warning for tonight seriously.

Did I get hoisted by my own petard? Something like that! The important thing is that I just damn near cracked my coccyx by slipping on fresh, smooth smooth ice. While lying on my fractured ass, I looked up at a great scene of snowfall coming down into a Kensington market alleyway. I pulled out my camera and was promptly told the battery was out.

Okay world, ya got me! Pictures tomorrow. Standing erect without fear of reprisal tomorrow.