First name basis, of course. Me, posing with Patrick Huard himself. He was being interviewed by Penelope McQuade. While I didn't get an autographed copy of Bon Cop, Bad Cop, I did get to speak with him backstage and get this picture!
Oh, and check this out for more recent drawings.
(This entry was started October 8 and finished October 30.)
How was my Thanksgiving weekend? Here's a summary:
I got frustrated with my own stupidity that caused all kinds of money problems last week as well as delaying my trip out of town, completely lost my shit and pretty much ruined my relationship, took a trip to Brossard to pick up a package, left there for Brockville and hung out with family all day Sunday and am waiting for others to come over today before I return to Montreal.
Let's expand a little.
I don't think that I have mentioned this, but I never got paid by my insurance company between August 19 and last Monday until last Monday due to a clerical error somewhere. But I finally did get a large cheque Monday morning. I figured that this would be the end of my problems: I could pay off some looming debts and carry on with life. But I made a very stupid mistake: I did what I always do when I have a cheque: I deposited it in my account using a bank machine. Not a good idea. My bank card was hotcarded immediately and I could not use my account at all for the entire week until Friday at 4. Which was a little late for getting my car rental, etc. worked out. I was supposed to have a car for Friday evening but I ended up getting an Econoline van for the following morning.
Here are some pictures that I scanned from my trip this weekend to Brockville. Enjoy.
The weekend before last I was up north in the beautiful autumn Laurentides at Camp Kinkora, with the Young Adults Cancer Group, a division of CanSupport. As luck (good? bad?) would have it, I was the only man there. There were two coordinators, one "MC" and five other participants.
So I took a cab downtown last Saturday to meet with these people who I had never met before save one, by chance. I was feeling, as usual lately, pretty crappy, but I was determined to make it there. My motivation was that I really, really needed to talk to some people that are in a similar struggle for health and mental/emotional well-being.
I am depressed, you see. I am not the same person you met in June, full of hope and great expectations. Sure, I still expect to be better, but the feeling isn't quite as strong. But in June I could not have imagined how difficult this recovery would be, and now the reality is brutal. This depression is affecting how I function in my relationship in a major way, but that's a whole other discussion. This is supposed to be a positive entry.
À quoi sert flirter dans la manière clean décrite ici si on n'est pas célibataire? Est-ce que les marié(e)s ou ceux/celles avec des époux ou épouses ont le droit de flirter? Moi, je flirte parce que j'aime flirter. C'est plus ou moins pour les raisons que tu décris, mais en plus, je flirte afin de bâtir des relations professionnelles favourables.
Penses-tu qu'après un certain âge, les motivations de flirter sont différentes pour les hommes que pour les femmes, toutes choses étant égales?
