Category: personal

pagliones

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It’s winery tour day in Essex, Kingsville and Harrow (and the stretch between, to be fair), and I can’t wait.

I love fancy shit like that, as long as it’s not too fancy and formal.

I wanted to go to Paglione’s on my birthday last year and we ran out of time, so I’m excited.

This area is up-and-coming in wine, a historically good growing area and with climate change, one poised to make waves. French wine is still higher quality, sure, but there are some wineries doing truly inspired work around here (and up in Prince Edward County and Niagara – and out west in the Okanagan Valley).

Canadians never get credit for anything but maple syrup, poutine, curling and hockey, but damned if we aren’t among the best in the world at a whole bunch of other things, up to and including being goddamned nice.

We’re the Rodney Dangerfield of the Western world, if Rodney were actually just a really super nice guy who actually didn’t care whether he had that much respect.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1172 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Blackbirds, Chuck Wendig
Comics: Fathom: Blue 3-4, The Four Points 3-4
Music: IV, Veruca Salt (single most underrated girl band in history - Olivia Rodrigo owes her career to them - Guts is a straight rip off in style, made pop palatable)

back to work

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Well, I guess that’s it.

I’ve been torn in a thousand different directions, feel like I’m way behind on everything, and now, I have to go into the office three days out of every week, thus losing an hour of my day to prep and commute (not to mention the little moments I sneak on breaks and lunch to write, read, etc.)

This is going to hurt.

Fuck my life.

And fuck Donald Trump.

Just because.

Fuck him.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 2408 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Blackbirds, Chuck Wendig
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v4 4, The Four Points 2, Fathom: Blue 1-2
Music: It's What We're All About, Sum 41

what the hell

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It’s been two days and I can’t get this song out of my head.

That, and Pink Pony Club.

Make it stop. Make it stop.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1837 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis (more like The Pilgrim's Snorefest, am I right?)
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v4 1-3, The Four Points 1
Music: It's The New Style/Paul Revere, Beastie Boys

avril

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I forgot how much I enjoy a good concert.

The shared experience, even if the music isn’t necessarily your style; it’s special. As much of an introvert who hates crowds as I am, I appreciated the experience.

The girls loved it.

And good for Avril; she put on a good show, if a bit low energy.

Anyway, it’s fun to get lost in a wall of sound.

I should like to do it more often.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 825 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v3 2-4, Fathom: Annual 1
Music: It's Only Rock 'n' Roll, The Rolling Stones

live music

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It’s been a long time since I went to a concert, and Avril Lavigne wouldn’t exactly be my first choice, but I’m looking forward to it.

Not only is it huge good dad/husband/uncle points, it should still be pretty fun. I’m not a huge fan or anything, but as far as bubblegum pop goes, she’s hardly the worst thing out there.

You couldn’t drag me to a Lady Gaga show, and if the word boy band has ever been used to describe it, I’d rather exfoliate with hydrochloric acid.

(The first is dramatically overrated and the second is the apotheosis of everything wrong with the corporatization of music.)

Still. Could be cool, and the girls should love it.

What’s the word for when it makes you happy to see the people you love happy?

Oh, right.

Compersion.

I’m hoping to be fully compersed.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 765 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis (what the fuck am I reading?  World's greatest strawman arguments?)
Comics: Fathom v5 6-8, Fathom: Kiani v3 1
Music: It's Not Me, It's You, Lily Allen (fuck you)

crashed out and cleaned out

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I’m exhausted, poor and in physical and mental anguish.

I just want connection.

Love.

Time alone.

Time to relax, recharge, catch up.

The most love a person could show me would be to allow that to become true.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 727 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis
Comics: Fathom v5 2-5
Music: It's In Our Hands, Bjork (it fucking is)

june already?

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Jesus, fuck.

My life is flying by.

The anger is palpable; we are a day away from a match being lit that leads to an explosion.

Please let me survive.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 741 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Casino Royale, Ian Fleming (if you thought Bond was misogynist in the movies... holy shit)
Comics: Fathom: The Elite Saga 3-5, Fathom v5 1
Music: It's Hard, The Who (it fucking is)

goodbye, weekend

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I’d hoped to find you lazy and unfilled, but instead, it’s a fucking free-for-all.

Again.

On the plus side, I found the time to really hammer down a particularly major scene in Bad Neighbours. If it all works as I planned, it (and one other particular scene) should be absolutely iconic.

There’s another scene that could also be considered iconic, but I actually left it out as an actual scene, only doing a videotaped callback to it later on.

Not sure that keeps iconic status, and becomes more plot device, played for anger and for laughs (and maybe a bit of titillation, which is a fun nod, now that I think about it.)

Foreshadowing.

Doesn’t come up too much in the gross-out, cringe comedy genre.

Or does it?

Target: 1200 words
Written: 890 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
Comics: Fathom v4 8-9 (fuckin' Lobdell), Fathom: The Elite Saga 1-2
Music: It's Fun To Steal, Mono Puff

doctor

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I’m not sure the doctor was right. I’m still getting cramps in the morning, even with the doubling of the medication.

They are slightly less, but maybe it’s just covering up a larger problem?

Like pretending Trump isn’t the second biggest threat to the planet (tops being Putin, because he controls Trump and is actually trying to bring about the collapse of freedom worldwide. Trump’s just a narcissistic idiot surrounded and influenced by Nazis, grifters and monsters – which is a very dangerous thing in his position, but still, he’s not the puppetmaster. He’s too dumb for that).

Anyway.

Covering up problems.

Sweeping them under the rug, stuffing them in closets and under beds. Ignoring the trash can out back.

I guess it’s the same in both politics and medicine.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 3257 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v2 2-4, Fathom v4 7
Music: It's Alive, Ramones

thursday

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Yep.

It’s fucking Thursday.

Jerks.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1277 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Pawn's Dream, Eric Nylund
Comics: Fathom v4 5-6, Fathom: Kiani v2 0-1 (who the fuck let Scott Lobdell take over this franchise; the man clearly didn't get the subject matter and just wanted to write another fucking DC or Marvel superhero book)
Music: It's A Shame About Ray (Live), Lemonheads (last one, I promise)