I need time with my supervisor to actually learn my job…. and it’s not happening during regular hours.
Christie Blatchford is a ghastly excuse for a journalist. I’ve never seen a more enthusiastic shill for values which support hatred and corporatism. Gah.
Margot voluntarily remained in my lap and let me pet her for about five minutes yesterday without fleeing; them she remembered she’s not a lap cat and took off.
Paul came by with dun tot night before last, and talked to me about the restorative justice event he and Keith and Lois went to in Victoria (they got in a visit with mOm and pOp too). I am so proud of the folks for doing that. Thanks Jeff for updating John’s memorial site with that info.
I am REALLY looking forward to my writing weekend. I’m going to hole up in a hotel and write for three days in a hundred year old building with clawfoot tubs and free wifi, best of both worlds thanks.
Well, if I’m going to get on the bus by quarter six I’d better root, ablute and scoot. Root in the eating like a pig sense, not the other use of the verb.
The images and music from Upstream Color are still going through my head. It’s an amazing movie, I’m looking forward to rewatching it as much as I enjoyed rewatching Primer.
