Just to let everyone know that I have a domain now and will probably be moving my blog, if I ever decide to keep one active, there. The address is:

carnavalgrotesque.org

A Fresh Start (again)

So here I am again, trying to revive my creativity. Most of you will have given up on me by now, but I will soldier on anyways. I've decided to try a new concept. I bought myself a Moleskine and am using it as a journal. I will be posting excerpts from it in another blog called moleskine diaries. This space will be reserved for random thoughts, interesting links, reviews, essays, excerpts from my other fictional scribblings, all for your edification. I make no promises as regards to frequency or quality. There's a lot going on in my life right now, and keeping you lot entertained isn't at the top of my list of priorities. On the other hand, staying sane is, and since being creative is a good outlet, you can expect at least the occasional entry from now on.

Ordering food on a weeknight

What the hell is wrong with this city that honest decent hardworking folks can't find a restaurant that will deliver after 10 on a weenight? S and I were 0 for 4 when we finally threw in the towel and decided to make due with what we could scrounge from the fridge. Uninspired.

Geese

S and I went up to the bird sanctuary in Westmount this evening after I got back from the cottage with L and M. We are standing around, looking at the unbelievable view from the lookout when a huge flock of geese flies overhead in formation. Literally hundreds of birds honking and flapping only a few hundred feet above us. Just behind that flock, a smaller one, only a hundred or so birds.

For some reason, the experience was so moving I felt my heart swell up in my chest. It was more than just a tangible sign of spring, although that was part of it; I was awed by the single-minded determination that drives these animals to fly thousands of kilometers.

Now most of you know I'm not one to wax poetic about many things. I've been up close to a Canada goose, attacked by one. They are ill-tempered vicious brutes, as dumb as they are mean. But to see so many of them flying overhead was magical.

Going Wireless

I had a major session of geeking out last night as I set up our brand new wireless router. I spent a good half-hour going from room to room with S's laptop saying "I can check email in this room, and in this room and in this room, and in this room. And look, I can write in my blog while sitting on the can."

S was exasperated at first, but soon got infected with my enthusiasm, and we ended up lying in bed looking up obscure facts on The Straight Dope until one in the morning.

Now I know:

- why Wintergreen Life Savers spark when you crunch them
- who gets more pleasure out sex, men or women
- the real meaning to the lyrics of "American Pie"
- why there is no Channel One on TV

Burning questions that deserve answers, in my opinion.

I am the pusher, the Acid pusher

So last night I had my first story-space session (what used to be call a role-playing game) with my two faithful players, and it went quite well. Included in the session was a music score composed by your truly, a score that, if I may toot my own horn, was very well received. The two wanted to know how I'd composed such brilliant music, and so I gave them a demonstration of the software, called Acid. Needless to say, both of these highly creative people immediately wanted to try it out and begged me for a copy.

This morning I received an email from one of them that simply read:

Yes, I'm on acid

Another one hooked.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

The Old Mess, The New Mess

The Old Mess, The New Mess

I find myself with the dubious honour of officially living in two places at once. S and I moved last week and are still in the process of unpacking. Unfortunately, I also had to keep my old apartment for an extra month (enough time for me to find a new tenant, and for the current roommate to find a new place of her own). On moving day I was throwing stuff around, frantically trying to get stuff into boxes before the movers got there. Consequently, the old place is a disaster zone, one I didn't get a chance to clean before the roommate came home from vacation.

So now, instead of one mess to clean up, I have two, and anyone who knows me knows how good I am at cleaning know that this is going to be a chore.

But enough complaining. The new place is fantastic (notwithstanding the piles of boxes), our cats are getting along (as well as can be expected), and S and I are settling into our life of domesticity and conjugal bliss (or some reasonable facsimile thereof).

Life is pretty good. 'Nough said.