I'm sorry livejournal, it seems tumblr has taken over at last. It's not even that I post anything over there either, but it's where I probably will when I do. It's also where all the people have gone. I don't think I've seen anything on my friends page apart from an rss reblog in months. It's a bit sad. I am sorry we have grown apart. You were ( Read more... )

I am listening to the Amelie soundtrack at the moment, and there is no way I'm not watching it when Josh gets here ( Read more... )

It may not be fall officially yet, but it certainly feels that way. It makes busking more challenging. Apparently the rest of this week is supposed to warm up, though, so that'll be nice ( Read more... )

So, I mentioned a while back that Sparks street now requires a licence. Well, turns out they are enforcing it even when there are no festivals going on. And after many people inquiring whether I'd be busking at BuskerFest, well, how about I just repost a rant I wrote in response to one such question ( Read more... )

So I am getting better at this- not breaking character when being heckled. I am still far from perfect, but compared to past years I am doing stellar. Most people are not trying to be dicks. Most people simply think they are funny. They all think their joke is completely original and freaking hilarious. Or they actually don't notice I am a living ( Read more... )

I suppose I will begin with the obligatory I-am-really-bad-at-updating-this apology. Sorry. Things happen, and then they are done, and then they are past and I don't feel like writing about them, or I don't think anyone will care to read them. And then there's too much to update on and I just shrug and say that nothing really's been up or happening ( Read more... )

So Battleship delivered on its promise of ridiculousness and explosions. It was actually incredibly entertaining, I must say. I think next time I see it I will have to be playing a drinking game, though ( Read more... )

I am terrible blogger. I don't think I'm even a blogger. Maybe when I have to reprint my business cards I'll transfer away from livejournal so folk stop giggling at me when when see that's where I'm at. I probably won't though, because, well, it's me ( Read more... )

Another year with terrible weather on April 20th. Every year I intend to busk for the hordes of pot enthusiasts at Major's Hill Park and Parliament Hill, but every year the weather has been too cold and/or wet for me to be able to. It's a shame, as we would all win: I would make some cash and the high kids would be entertained. Ah well, maybe next ( Read more... )

It's 2:30 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I don't know why I can't sleep, as I was up fairly early, and had quite a full day. When I lie there trying to sleep, everything seems to become unreal. The world around me, my memories, myself. All that I know feels like it was simply a dream. The past few days- as I lie in the dark- seem to have not ( Read more... )