Well anyways, I'm at the Starbucks at Spadina and Richmond right now with my bunny girl art freshly purchased, in an ill-fitting bag that will not protect it from the torrential downpour that just opened up out of the heavens mere moments ago. I guess I'll be here a while. The owner of "linksys-g" is going to have to bum me some bandwidth so that I can amuse myself.

There's a girl in my yoga class who never smiles. I call her So Serious. She's very pretty, so naturally I spend more time than I should trying to do something that will make her crack a grin, but without ever taking it as far as actually going up to her and telling knock-knock jokes. This usually involves kibitzing with Jo-Lowe, or doing hilarious falls when I lose my balance during Tree Pose. Or making asides about Spider-Man that the whole class can hear. But it occurred to me on the way home today that if I was So Serious, I'd fucking hate people like me. She's probably pensive and stoic for a reason! Like her entire family was killed by the Viet Cong! So I should really stop invading her emotional space with my "every pretty girl should smile" manifesto.

Saying of which, there's a girl who looks a lot like So Serious, sitting next to me right now, on an identical laptop drinking an identical coffee waiting for the identical storm to identically subside. She's not carrying a framed line drawing, though. Some things are for me and me alone.

Every time the sugar gets clogged at the Starbucks, I become hyper-paranoid that my efforts to jar it free are going to result in another sugar shatter incident like the one that happened to Matty Price. But I always forget what incredibly powerful hands he has. Maybe I'm just trying to forget.

There are other people sheltering here with us; some have abandoned all pretense of coffee-buying and are just waiting by the door for a gap in the storm. When such a gap appears I shall go to Burrito Boyz, but the time has yet to come. Wait... a couple in their thirties just went for it. They are taking their chances, Internet. I do not believe this momentary cessation of downpour shall last. Look how eerily quiet it is. Somehow the animals are always the first to know.

I'll be sonofabitched: last year's best film is actually in limited release.

I really came here to do some work. I figured I'd resuscitate Snapdragon, given that I haven't worked on it on Monday, and maybe crank out an Extreme Steve or two. I'm just not feeling it right now though. The problem with flying Snapdragon without a net is that there is an actual plot MacGuffin carrying through the first four (soon to be five) issues, and being as that I didn't plan it out, it's got a few contradictions in it. So I need to go back and clear all that out, and have many multi-coloured cyber-stickies on the subject, but actually doing the work feels preventative right now. Fuck it: I'll suck it up and do the first issue at least. I'm mired in issue 4 without a clear way forward on this plotline, and I want done with this so I can start Pandaemonium soon.

Rain's clearing. Soon I'll be on my way.