1001 Sensations
I'm a little excited today. It's miserable outside, but the butterflies trapped in my soul are fluttering prettily.
For one, I've heard nothing about the Manor Cafe burning down, so I'm probably not cursed. The Pyrogy House was an aberration of the psychotic firebug running around town, not the result of a tepidly positive review.
Two, The ex-Jehovah's Witnesses piece came out largely untouched by the editor's pen. I've had positive response from the interviewees and I'm pretty damn proud of the piece. Hopefully, I won't receive many death threats.
Three, I'm filing another slightly bizarre food review type thing for this week's issue and I'm interested to see how it turns out. We went out and found "synergy snacks" - improbable combinations of brands or products where one of the contributing elements is represented ONLY chemically. Thus, s'more-flavoured pudding had no s'mores in it.
It was a fun experiment, and those Swoops are damn good, but I hadn't eaten so much junk food in a long time so I was feeling the effects of that.
Four, we hooked up with a friend who runs NAITsa's communications over the weekend. We hadn't seen her in a while, and she was very pleasant to hang with. She was a friend of my wife's in junior high, the three of us lived together for a while, and she's in my industry - good to talk to. Could be hints of work later on, and she encouraged me to drop a portfolio in to the Sun. Who knows? If I keep freelancing, will someone offer me a luxuriously full-time job writing?
I'll wait for you to finish laughing.
Five, that little girl of ours just keeps growing every day. She has about six words down pat and the biggest, most heart-melting smile you've ever seen. Her mother made me a Father's Day scrapbook over the weekend, and it is simply exquisite.
So, like I said, I'm a little excited. The car is (more-or-less) repaired from our accident on April 15th, and so is my back (more-or-less). My dad is coming out for the first Father's Day I have spent with him in nearly 30 years, but that's probably because of his new granddaughter. All I have to do is slam a few grand into my bank account, and life will be stable and good.
I wonder if the Sun pays well?
Your Forgotten English of the Day: "glonders"
In the glonders, in a state of ill humour, to be pouting.
I'm not!
For one, I've heard nothing about the Manor Cafe burning down, so I'm probably not cursed. The Pyrogy House was an aberration of the psychotic firebug running around town, not the result of a tepidly positive review.
Two, The ex-Jehovah's Witnesses piece came out largely untouched by the editor's pen. I've had positive response from the interviewees and I'm pretty damn proud of the piece. Hopefully, I won't receive many death threats.
Three, I'm filing another slightly bizarre food review type thing for this week's issue and I'm interested to see how it turns out. We went out and found "synergy snacks" - improbable combinations of brands or products where one of the contributing elements is represented ONLY chemically. Thus, s'more-flavoured pudding had no s'mores in it.
It was a fun experiment, and those Swoops are damn good, but I hadn't eaten so much junk food in a long time so I was feeling the effects of that.
Four, we hooked up with a friend who runs NAITsa's communications over the weekend. We hadn't seen her in a while, and she was very pleasant to hang with. She was a friend of my wife's in junior high, the three of us lived together for a while, and she's in my industry - good to talk to. Could be hints of work later on, and she encouraged me to drop a portfolio in to the Sun. Who knows? If I keep freelancing, will someone offer me a luxuriously full-time job writing?
I'll wait for you to finish laughing.
Five, that little girl of ours just keeps growing every day. She has about six words down pat and the biggest, most heart-melting smile you've ever seen. Her mother made me a Father's Day scrapbook over the weekend, and it is simply exquisite.
So, like I said, I'm a little excited. The car is (more-or-less) repaired from our accident on April 15th, and so is my back (more-or-less). My dad is coming out for the first Father's Day I have spent with him in nearly 30 years, but that's probably because of his new granddaughter. All I have to do is slam a few grand into my bank account, and life will be stable and good.
I wonder if the Sun pays well?
Your Forgotten English of the Day: "glonders"
In the glonders, in a state of ill humour, to be pouting.
I'm not!
posted by enthrall at 12:24 PM
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