"Welcome back to the real world." - a co-worker of mine
"Oh no, my dear. That's the real world. This is the Land of the Dead." - me

Yeah, I said that. And I already had to get shirty with someone for making a homophobic remark when I described XXY. Dante missed a level of hell when he was doing his pretty diagrams. In the good news pile though, I go away for ten days and nobody quits, gets fired, or has their head split open and a robot come out. One person got promoted, but she is highly deserving. The status remains otherwise quo. My computer decided to commit hara kiri to welcome me back, but otherwise nothing new to report.

The next little while is all about pattern breaking. I organized my life in post-its on my wall yesterday; I even wrote objectives and tactics. I am one focused motherfucker right now. The fest gave me a lot of clarity; now I've gotta go use it.

Speaking of toy bankruptcy, I got the Keith Richards action figure last week at the Snail - and it is bloody brilliant! Man I think it's actually the best Pirates toy I have. I wish they'd keep making these, but I guess they probably won't, unless we get Pirates 4.

Meanwhile, the battle over the sovereign claim of the TIFF "arrrrh" gag continues apace.

Man, I am in a serious Lost hankering here. Ya know? Locke won best supporting actor the other day, and here it's September and there's no Season Three on DVD and no new season to look forward to for godfucking ever. I am so used to absorbing this show in the September/October corridor now; I need my island fix. It ain't autumn without a little Dharma.