Man! I hate new password day! I have been stumbling and tripping over my fingers all morning.

If you ever get in a big argument with some Southern Baptist redneck hick about whether or not God supports homosexuality, look no further than the weather on Pride Day. I don't think I can recall a Pride parade where it wasn't 30 degrees and full sunshine in the city of Toronto. It's uncanny. Clearly, if you are going to be planning an outdoor wedding or something, you should be targeting the next Pride Day.

I, on the other hand, was in Stratford yesterday with my mother, seeing King Lear. It was quite good. Good, not great; there were some awkward stagings in the second half that I really didn't like, and the three daughters were sort of hit-and-miss, performance-wise. Scott Wentworth was terrific as Gloucester, though, and Brian Bedford was a damn solid Lear. It was the first time I've seen the play performed, and the second-last of my must-see-it-performed list of Shakespeare's greatest hits. Need to track down a performance of Henry V, and then I'm into the re-runs. I admit I'm tempted by this year's Othello - haven't seen it in forever and would really like to reconnect. Also scouting around for a Macbeth for the same reason, as well as the simple fact that my interest in that play grows mightily with each year I get older.

All is well. I dropped in for the last couple of minutes of Yellow Wall's soccer final last night, just in time for a shoot-out finish; I am very happy with the team these days and am looking forward to the summer season which has nothing to do with anyone in particular, but is just an overall feeling. And on Friday night I slapped an insane triple-helping of King Kong in between two large burritos, the very definition of decadence - I literally walked from B-Boyz down the alley in back to Cinecycle, watched King Kong Addition (which I wanted to steal out of the DVD player in an ultimate act of "found footage" defiance), then walked back down the alley to B-Boyz and went for it again. Caused an outright panic, too, when I inadvertently capsized the numbering system on my first burrito. Turns out that if you can't be sure your number is the right number, nobody can be sure their number is the right number.

Did a working day at the cottage on Saturday - I finally got to the bottom of the one-minute movie situation, by determining that I could do it on my Mac - if I had six months to spare and a staff of twenty. On the PC (Wednesday night), it will take me less than three hours, start to finish. With both powers at my disposal, I am fairly indestructible.