Jill Murray
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Overheard on the Queen streetcar: ‘Whatever happened to the Elvis restaurant that was around here? Its gone? I knew we should have stayed home.
Continue Reading →I haven’t really been sitting around the house taking showers all day, although it does sometimes feel that way.
I’ve been picking away at the novel. It’s at a picky stage right now. Draft #2. Need to find all the good needles in the big bad haystack of draft #1. Such is novelising.
One [...]
Continue Reading →Tonight I did something I’ve never done before: I went into the legendary Starbucks across the street.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m fairly Starbucks-ambivalent. But tonight I had that headache that gets whatever it wants and the short soy latte from Starbucks fulfils one very specific medicinal need, and dammit if I [...]
Continue Reading →The sociopaths responsible for erecting that multicolored splotch building in my direct line of eyesight have been using words from this web site as the lead quote in the press section on their web site.
“the building suddenly became so ugly, it laid an egg.”
And their other quotes were all from the comments [...]
Continue Reading →MaeHem is going to be opening a street dance studio, and she has scored herself the best location ever, right at the corner of Queen & Spadina. As Ted Dancin’ aptly pointed out, this is not only the best possible intersection in Toronto to locate such a studio, but [...]
Continue Reading →We had brunch at Fressen again this weekend and we ordered a muffin and only ate half of it because their muffins are so huge, so I asked for a takeout bag, and they brought me a large piece of tinfoil instead. So I whipped up this piece of over-achieving, retro take-out [...]
Continue Reading →1- Sean, next door. Listens to the same good music we do, well within acceptable volume levels. More importantly, also listens to the same bad music as I do.
1- (First place is a dead tie.) Julie, other next door. Keeper of the quietest, best-trained Rotweiller in the entire universe. I hear him play with [...]
Continue Reading →I hate everything. It’s true. While everything might be really interesting, everything is also too commercial or not commercial enough, or it’s banal or pretentious or just… what’s the word… beige.
So it was with a relative amount of skepticism that I ventured all the way across the street to check out the [...]
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