Thursday, September 28, 2006

Dragonette - Sat night!

See Martina and Dan this weekend at El Mocambo!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Dr. McDreamy makes his housecall tonight

The night we've been waiting for all summer.

Don't bother calling the Château between 7:59PM and 9:01PM. The phones will be unplugged.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Punkinpalooza Dilemma

We need a real top-drawer hook to make PunkinPalooza 2006 (The Wrath of Squash) the most unforgettable day of the year.

In order to do that - we need a top-drawer special guest.

Now, I am one Chateauvian lucky to know a couple musicians, politicians, Olympic Athletes - some of whom are related to me; some of whom are friends.

I will pull some strings, and try my best to land Bob Rae (fat chance), or Dragonette, Vakum, or even Canadian Olympic hockey star Jayna Hefford.

But there would be one guest - and one of my proudest personal acquaintances - that would make Punkinpalooza 2006 a true Toronto-wide spectacle.

You love him as much as I do. He's always the life of the party.

His name itself is a twist on the alphabet: Starts with Z. Ends with A.
Imagine it. Punkinpalooza 2006 - now, with Zant'O'lanterns.
Should we do it?

(cross-posted to - the big day approaches, Saturday October 28)

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Uncle Greg in the news

Check out this month's Toronto Life (on newstands but not online) for a nice article about my political uncle + family. :-)

Friday, September 01, 2006

Today I am a cranky bitch

It all started last night. Well, mostly. I've been somewhat exhausted from this week of working late and last night's cold spell forced me to put socks on for the first time in months. I payed my bills, wrote a rent cheque for Flavio and put it right back into my cheque book, forgetting to give it to him. I had intended to iron the Everest-sized pile of clean clothes scattered on and around my bed but I gave in to the urge to lie down right on top of the pile while waiting for the iron to heat up. I fell asleep. Woke up around 11:30, unplugged the iron (it has auto shut-off safety feature for memory-tards like me), managed to take off jeans and put on jammie pants and crawled under the pile of clothes and went to bed. No chi kung. Nothing accomplished. Woke up late. Cranky. It's cold toay, I can feel it in my throat. Summer is over. The work load ahead of me is bigger than the pile of clothes in my room. Somebody hit me over the head with a frying pan. Please.