I'd like to apologize in advance - the next couple of posts will probably be random pics of this weekend in Toronto, working on the thing I'm working on that I've also been working on not saying much about.
This guy on the left? Yeah, you'll learn more about him. More than you probably wanted to.
Remember him for future reference, mmkay?
Yeah, so what if my mom sent me out the door with a muffin and orange juice?
She cares about me.
I don't need your jealousy.
Gotta love work that requires afternoon patio beers.
I feel that all jobs should follow that lead and increase employee satisfaction.
Or, employee intoxication. Wh'ever.
Perhaps wearing two shirts, a sweater and a jacket was a dumb idea, knowing I'd be in front of a camera.
These layers add weight. Cameras don't like weight.
I have failed.
Neil came along to lend moral support...
and cuz he heard a rumour there was beer involved.
And later on, he and I had a date with the Rhino.
Yeah... predictable... I'm aware...
For all the people we ran into, Jack was the only one photographed.
The paparazzi's after ya, Jackie.
Oh, good morning!
And yet again, I'm back in St. Catharines.
Unravelling the details and further work for Project No-Name, Featuring Kris & Patrick.
I'm. Dang. Tired.