The Canadian Lemming

"So what shows were you working on today?"

"Lassie in the morning, Torchwood in the afternoon."

"That's quite the difference."

"In the morning, a heroic dog ushers cute wildlife away from the danger area so they won't be harmed when loggers cut down the tops of trees. In the afternoon, an innocent suburban couple is brutally slaughtered and the word TORCHWOOD is written on their bedroom wall in their own blood."

"Television has moved on in the last fifty years."

"And it's all the same world."

"They should remake Lassie. Urban Lassie. Lassie hanging out with a street gang."

"Lassie as a pit bull."

"Oh my god, that would work."

"Wassat, girl? You say my bitch been steppin' out on me?"

"..."

"This is totally going in my blog."

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In January, I was dealing with technical issues with my computer at work. I had to go to the dentist to get a filling in my left molars. Large parts of the GTA suffered a power outage. I went to Lesley Livingston's book launch, hosted by Bakka-Phoenix Books at the Dominion on Queen, and shortly afterwards, my father badly injured himself in a fall.

In the past few days, I've been dealing with technical issues while trying to download an audiobook from Big Finish. I had to go back to the dentist to get a filling in my right molars. Large parts of the GTA suffered a power outage due to the recent storm. And the Bakka-Phoenix mailing list sent out an invitation to Robert J Sawyer's book launch at the Dominion on Queen.

I e-mailed my friend Adrienne asking, "Should I go? My dad's back home from the hospital, and there are stairs there."

I then left the house to pick up the latest DWM from Bakka-Phoenix Books, and on the way out I checked the mail to see whether my insurance had sent me a cheque reimbursing me for my dental appointment, and found that instead, completely out of the blue, someone had sent me free samples of an audio play from a company that has Lesley Livingston in its repertory.

SWEET VIRGIN PLACENTAS, WHAT THE CRAP.

Overheard on the subway today.

"You can't just add 'That's what she said' after a sentence and expect it to be funny every time."

"That's what she said."

If you lay out a Tarot spread using cards from different decks, does it predict your future in multiple alternative timelines?