I spent yesterday trucking around Toronto with a day pass in my pocket, dropping off the press reels for the festival. This was the first year in which the DVD reel actually worked perfectly on the first try - usually I spend days or even weeks chasing bugs out of the render - which I choose to look at as proof of my changing luck. But then, in my experience there's no such thing as luck, so I 'unno. Still, between all that and dropping my TAC application off, it felt like I was getting something done. And I love strolling around town in my urban camouflage. Makes me feel significant.

Still, it's no pillow fight in Dundas Square. Stupid soccer final! I would much rather have done this. And I could have done it in my newfangled journalistic capacity and been all Important! Dang.

I've got a brand new idea in my secret project which might turn out to be The Idea. If so it'll probably happen before the end of the year. If not, then, well I'm a big ol' cock-tease.

Got about fifty e-mails to sort through, some honest-to-god paying work to chew on, and twin New York daily show appearances by Emma Watson draining into the PVR as I write. Mmm, sweet Hermione porn. (Hmm, that'll make for some mighty fine Google indexing.) Now every time I see a picture of her I slip into my talking-to-cats voice, so I must think she is VERY CUTE! Or possibly very fat.

I'm not yet excited about Potter. But everyone else is...