I love the part of Seven Samuari where they’re still looking for samurai, and the camera’s just ogling every swinging dick with a topknot on the main drag like
montreal construction dug up some old tracks recently, so instead of working: streetcars on papineau and masson, on mont royal someplace, and on saint urbain and saint antoine.
at its height, over 10x the track of the metro
somewhat heartened by the number of authors who first and foremost demand i not use AI while editing their books. one just threatened to "find me" if I did. good!
i love having dreams about how functionally illiterate I am, with a b plot of having to write a 4 page essay on the hobbit because I was accidentally given a high school diploma 20 years ago
POV: You told a rude Québécois kid who gave you grief for daring to speak English that fries are better with ketchup than as poutine, so now he's folk-dancing to defend the village's honour.