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Frenzied, Shutter-Island-type rainstorm last night, some kind of all-out assault of pellets on tin. Tin wins. Even at two in the morning, I do enjoy it when weather goes raging berserk and I'm nicely tucked out of harm's way.

Have you seen Shutter Island? My reaction to C (who wouldn't watch it) went like this: I don't think Martin Scorsese should be doing movies based on CGI and dream sequences. I think that's a colossal waste of time. And talent. It reminded me of a movie called The Ninth Gate -- all this heavy-handed playing at being creepy and disturbing when really it was about as scary as a birthday cake (Frank Langella being no more threatening than Ben Kingsley).

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Surreally compelling interview on CBC radio yesterday morning, the host doing her saccharine, sunshine-y best with a university economics (and environmental studies) professor who talked in straight, dashed lines about how modern economics was junk, was completely inverted from reality, and how our present cultural model of constant-growth, greater-consumption was killing us. The host didn't let him go on too long, and had to toss in some o-well! laughter just to get out in one piece.

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Rooked into some kind of Family Fun Run (?) this weekend in Ottawa (believe me, Oona and I will *not* be moving faster than the speed of walking), despite the fact that I can think of at least two things wrong with that title.
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  1. Kay10:35 am

    love it.

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  2. sMacThoughts1:04 pm

    "scary as a birthday cake" is going right into my repertoire of dialogue. I can't wait to pull it out!! :D

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  3. Kaz4:13 pm

    The words 'fun' and 'run' never belong together

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  4. Tami Cohen9:01 pm

    dude. ben kingsly gives me nightmares.

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  5. Syncopated Eyeball7:45 pm

    Hello. I like your drawings very much. Please feel free to be poetic at my blog again. :)

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