1.04.2007

The Year in Pictures. This is the oh-six roundup. It's far from definitive...I need to take more pictures on the whole. But here is a good sketch of my year -- in cheesy myspace photoslide format!


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I'm sitting here at 3 in the morning eating dog food. Don't wretch just yet. The meaning of "dog food" has changed recently in this household. With my dog's liver disease holding sway over the tides of her appetite (or lack thereof), the vet, with an omnipotent wave, officially granted a dying dog's last wish: "Let her eat whatever she wants."

And so my dog's been getting her connoisseur on, first eating bread and only bread, only touching dog food if said dog food was spread onto yummy bread in the form of a sandwich. From there she rejected sandwiches and realized she could hold out for bread. Pure, virgin bread, soft and fluffy. She has since moved on to fried bananas and chick peas, eggplant and now beef stew.

A beef stew that I am now eating here at 3 in the morning, because I have been sick and it's all I can digest, and because, dammit, I like canned beef stew. I like canned-pretty-much-everything, actually. Corned beef rates right up there with the finest prime rib, let me tell you.


Only when the last tree has died,
and the last river been poisoned,
and the last fish been caught,
will we realize we cannot eat money.
- Cree saying


Quotes like that are fun when you have no money. I went to buy McDonalds sometime last week and was hit with the "insufficient funds". If ever there is a walk of shame, it's home from the McDonalds where you hit insufficient funds.

It's been a good week to get sick. No appetite and no will to walk outside, waiting patiently for that next paycheque has been a lot easier. I worked a lot last week but pretty much am off this week until Saturday. School doesn't start until next week. A good week to get sick.

Last week was hectic. I met with Jose and we hammered out a really dope short film premise. The new feature project is coming along as well. Slowly...but it's not a piece of shit so far and that's great.

On New Year's Christianne and I rented out a hotel room. We missed the countdown and she forgot her toothbrush but fun was had by all, despite the fact that I am now sick with whatever virus she had the week prior.

Which reminds me. I'm sick and I'm a baby and I'm gonna go sleep now.

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