Radio Show in Canada

Thursday April 12th, 2007

Hello citizens,

From what I can ascertain, you all seemed tremendously excited to hear me on the radio.
I can only imagine the deep and profound remorse and regret for missing such an occasion.
That being said, I believe got the session loaded properly on Timber Media for your listening pleasure.

Have a listen here http://www.timbermedia.com/listen.html to a whimsical account of my
Easter with the Moms: The Invasion of the Bunny Snatchers: An Easter Tail

Most Sincerely,

Timmy

www.timbermedia.com

An out of town visit

I love coming up to Lindsay to visit my mother: I read, relax and arithmatize, we bowl (5 pin), check out the local Sally Ann and thrift shops and I get to have a lot of baths...not at the 2nd hand store, though that may be an option, I'm going to make some suggestions regarding their lack of sauna-type-activity - a hot whirly jacuzzi might be just the thing to relax in whilst hunting for $8.00 suits.

TUESDAY FEBRUARY 20th

Heather was wonderful: smart and heartfelt, the other two not so much. One of the authors - who I'll not mention for fear of being unnecessarily mean - represented for me just why I run far away from a good chunk of these damn writer's reading things. I'll explain: these are some of the words that came up whilst he was spewing his wickedly droll mind-numbing disharmony: separation, monarch, population, regionalism, national status, cabinet, Winnipeg, our troops at home, Federal, Quebec & Ottawa. Out of this world smarmy, funny-eye-brow action, like, all-too-eager, here I go, I've got something absolutely positively electric to share mouth dropping way wide open (me) prize winning idiocy. What's worse is how deliriously smug he was whilst spreading the drabness, the seniors-in-underpant contingent gobbled it up, though to be fair, they're the ones who've season tickets to this Harbourfront dosefest, so they just show up no matter what's happening, cuz it gives them a break from going to the bathroom and sleeping and playing bridge at home. My mind couldn't help but wander, moseying on over to terribly important things I could have been getting done at the old headquarters, for instance, there's this absurdly dirty laundry bag that needs a good rinse, I could be at work on that, or the TV, that needs a good Windex wipe down. But seriously, dull, dull, dull.

Now Miss O'Neill.


















One of the things that make a creative and classy writer is the ability to improvise, ultimately following their passion. She got up there, chose not to read from her novel, the one that Harper Collins was promoting, probably the reason she was there at Harbourfront in the first place, but she pulls out of her little literary trick bag an enchanting bright story that she performed a while back on This American Life and The Wire.

Way to go Heather.

We got to talking a bit, odd though, she seemed a little creeped-out by my bi-polar manic approach and my first line, "Hey there, tell me, does this juice box taste funny to you?" I thought it was a pretty decent opening line. My witty banter may also have something to do with the reason I am a single gentleman.

At The Cafe

It's super to be here at Linuxcafe.com Frankie and Jamon just helped me set this up.

Note To Self

Note to self: best stay far away from ladies with emblazoned Oriental tattoos branded on parts of their form. Also, the ratio of people who resemble animals is dramatically much higher in the subway system.

Going to meet Heather O'Neill this evening and listen to her read from her book, "Lullibies for Little Criminals". I knew she'd do well, Christina always thought she was amazing.

Vanessa at The Anne McDermid Agency www.mcdermidagency.com is still reading my book. Fingers and toes crossed. More addicted than ever to watching Family Guy at 11:00 then Arrested Development at 12:00. In-between, I rub down my huge and hairy Polish Superintendent with Ben Gay and Tiger Balm (part of my rental agreement). She's tall but well worth the climb. (Sorry). Looking forward to the end of this long tough Winter.