Falling is moving

I got a rejection today.

Big surprise.

At least its a sign that somebody thought, however briefly, about producing the play in question. I expected the Lost Junction to reject it - even before they lost their way they wouldn't have been likely to produce a show already produced here in town. But they read my summary.

Woo. I guess we should quit our day job then.

Anyway - I'm attempting to post a picture in this posting. Will it work?

Art. Ish.

I stayed home from work because of the knife in my belly

There is no snow.

Calgary. January. No snow. Warming tempuratures again.

On some shit-mainstream website: "This is not global warming. The warm local air is just keeping the cool air trapped in northern cananda."

And where does the "warm local air" come from? And why is "warm local air" found in all across the Canadian praries (an area the size of western europe mind you)?

The earth, like some dying beggar on the streets of Mozambique, groans through parched lips as her trembling fingers reach pleadingly towards us - the window on our SUV hums closed and we roll away, tires crackling.

Humans are stupid, stupid animals.