Monthly Archives: March 2005

Further proof that the bird poop is good luck: yesterday I had to call the dastardly agency with the terrible hold music only to discover that the terrible hold music has been replaced!! Seagulls, pigeons, sparrows, come and poop upon … Continue reading →

Yesterday, for the first time in my life, a bird pooped on me. I choose to believe this is good luck rather than just smelly and I thusly choose to directly attribute to the bird poop that half an hour … Continue reading →

I hereby ramble in honour of tonight’s screening of Jesus Christ Superstar on Bravo. The first time I ever saw this film I was dearly in need of a lift. Sarah and I were living in a mouldy, dark basement … Continue reading →

Number one: Maybe you feel sad and dreary, like life is kicking you in the bum repeatedly and life is wearing army-issue steel-toed boots from which a young cadet was extricated after he died of a rare blood disease during … Continue reading →

As with other television that captures your heart, America’s Next Top Model has turned into the three month relationship: you know it’s not going anywhere but it’s more trouble to stop than it is to keep going. Before me is … Continue reading →