OK, yes, I'm busy...
... but that doesn't excuse my absence. I'm letting down my thousands of loyal fans who tune in, expecting to see pages of pithy commentary about broccoli. Not that I have ever posted about broccoli, but that's neither here nor there. Or in here, for that matter.
I'm on tenterhooks this morning - my exJW article comes out tomorrow! I wrote 2500 words on the challenges people have faced reintegrating into society after leaving the Jehovah's Witnesses, and I could have kept going... There are some pretty messed up people kickin' around this planet, y'know? And for some reason they seem to want to inflict their madness on others.
For the interviewees that spoke to me, thank you. Best of luck to you in whatever you do. Wish I could have spoken to someone from within the organization, but none of my contacts came through. I wonder why they didn't want to speak to "the media?" (I love referring to myself as "the media" - feel that rush of legitimacy!)
Went to Churros King on Whyte last night for a review - wahoo! Dicenzo (the last guy who held this Dish gig for a long time) loved the place, and I'd been there a couple of times. Tried some new things on the menu and well worth writing home about. Without drinks, we dropped $30 including a generous tip... We're also doing something a little odd by reviewing products that were the obvious result of a marketing synergy meeting. S'more-flavoured pudding, Cinnabon popcorn, Reese cereal... There are some pretty friggin' scary treats out there!
I got a little shiver down my spine on last week's review, though - the piece was published, then four days later, the Pyrogy House burned down. A word of advice to the owner of Manor Cafe: keep an eye on your place this weekend, eh? I don't want to be held responsible.
Politics... Liberals... Grewal...
Check this out: my Forgotten English desk calendar painted quite the picture the other day. Under the definition of "waistcoateer," a strumpet who wears a tight waistcoat, was the following item:
On this date in 1790, the English three-master Lady Julianna dropped anchor at Sydney Cove, New South Wales, ending an eleven-month, 13,000-mile journey that had begun in Portsmouth. The ship's remarkable cargo included 200 women, ranging in age from eleven to sixty-eightm and their young children - some of which had been born en route.
The women had been accused of various crimes - mostly petty theft and prostitution - and many were carnally paired with crew members as well as forced to receive johns in various ports-of-call.
Wow. A floating brothel, screwing its way around the world. If Hollywood caught wind of this story, they would be all over it. Mind you, they would have to end up with the women taking over the boat in some "fight for your own redemption" kind of twist starring Halle Berry or something, but the image is pretty staggering.
I'm on tenterhooks this morning - my exJW article comes out tomorrow! I wrote 2500 words on the challenges people have faced reintegrating into society after leaving the Jehovah's Witnesses, and I could have kept going... There are some pretty messed up people kickin' around this planet, y'know? And for some reason they seem to want to inflict their madness on others.
For the interviewees that spoke to me, thank you. Best of luck to you in whatever you do. Wish I could have spoken to someone from within the organization, but none of my contacts came through. I wonder why they didn't want to speak to "the media?" (I love referring to myself as "the media" - feel that rush of legitimacy!)
Went to Churros King on Whyte last night for a review - wahoo! Dicenzo (the last guy who held this Dish gig for a long time) loved the place, and I'd been there a couple of times. Tried some new things on the menu and well worth writing home about. Without drinks, we dropped $30 including a generous tip... We're also doing something a little odd by reviewing products that were the obvious result of a marketing synergy meeting.
I got a little shiver down my spine on last week's review, though - the piece was published, then four days later, the Pyrogy House burned down. A word of advice to the owner of Manor Cafe: keep an eye on your place this weekend, eh? I don't want to be held responsible.
Politics... Liberals... Grewal...
Check this out: my Forgotten English desk calendar painted quite the picture the other day. Under the definition of "waistcoateer," a strumpet who wears a tight waistcoat, was the following item:
On this date in 1790, the English three-master Lady Julianna dropped anchor at Sydney Cove, New South Wales, ending an eleven-month, 13,000-mile journey that had begun in Portsmouth. The ship's remarkable cargo included 200 women, ranging in age from eleven to sixty-eightm and their young children - some of which had been born en route.
The women had been accused of various crimes - mostly petty theft and prostitution - and many were carnally paired with crew members as well as forced to receive johns in various ports-of-call.
Wow. A floating brothel, screwing its way around the world. If Hollywood caught wind of this story, they would be all over it. Mind you, they would have to end up with the women taking over the boat in some "fight for your own redemption" kind of twist starring Halle Berry or something, but the image is pretty staggering.
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