Hello Goodbye

Thanks to an unexpected opportunity to jet west on WestJet, my second weekend in Montreal’s actually going to be spent in Vancouver. And while that means I’ll finally be spending the birthday of sweet lady Canada in my hometown – not to mention a place where people don’t wish me a happy Canada Day in a derisive fashion (yes, it’s close to the fourth of July and no, we didn’t...

This Is Pretty Much How I See Myself

I have to admit that I have, for the past 18 years or so, wondered what I would look like if I lived next door to the Simpsons. Well thanks to this complex series of tubes known as the internets, that question has – at long last – been answered. The charming little animated devil you see below is none other than myself, as interpreted by the avatar creator at the official site for...

My Divine Encounter

In recognition of my recent near-death experience – not to mention St. Jean Baptiste Day, cause for one of the back-to-back long weekends being enjoyed here in Quebec – I thought I might post evidence of my brush with the divine. There I was, gallivanting (sort of a cross between a strut and a skip and, as I assured Chelsea, totally straight) down the streets of olde Montreal when I...

Recipe For Disaster

When I was a young kid – knee high to a grasshopper, barely more than a glint in my father’s eye, etc. – I had a pretty good idea of exactly how my life was going to play itself out. It involved becoming a filmmaker, learning how to cook (I own a microwave, so…check), spending New Year’s Eve 1999 on a boat with my girlfriend (I have no idea why I thought that would be...

Ceci N’est Pas Une “Ass Clown“

After spending a few nights in my new apartment – which manages to trap a remarkable amount of heat for a cube constructed entirely out of concrete and glass – tracking down the one grocery store in my postal code that’s open past 9PM and familiarizing myself with the “laissez faire” local traffic laws, I can honestly say I’m settling into life in Montreal. One big help is...