The Autumn Moon Is Bright

Is this a case of cynanthropy?

Some people have deathly fear of clowns,
others of politicians, sometimes one in the same



Ellen seems to have her own private entrance to the Baths

Hollywood North Tour

Hot spots & back lots See a living movie site & walk the Walk of Fame

No doubt you're aware that it's TIFF time (Toronto International Film Festival). When I see bus tours like this, I know we've hit the big time.

Now, where are those maps to the movie stars' homes?

I need to see if I've made the cut.

Food and Hats

Paul Newman tells the story of two young actors who meet on a movie set: one says to the other, "boy did I meet a girl last night. It was terrific, best date I ever had." Twenty years later they meet again: "boy, did I have a meal last night night. It was incredible. Best meal I ever had." Twenty years later they meet again:"boy, did I have a bowel movement last night..."

I think I'm at the middle stage; apparently, it's all about the food right now.

Yesterday was Jackie's birthday and we went to Terroni's for pizza. What can I say? It's Terroni's, it's pizza, end of story.


I'm still inside, paying; they're outside, smoking.


And since the Nutty Chocolatier is just steps away...


After that we went home and had cake.



And what's a birthday without hats and embarrassing photos posted on a blog.

And when there's leftover cake for breakfast, unbridled joy.


Amuse yourselves while you can folks, after this, it's is all about bowel movements.

And silly hats.

If the music's too loud, you're too old.

I'm just so lazy, I absolutely love it when stuff comes to me. This weekend is the Italian Festival which shuts down College St. just minutes from my house. Earlier in the year we had "Taste of (Little) Italy", now this; and If Italy makes it to any soccer finals they'll shut it down again.

There was food of course, tastings from the bazillion restaurants that make up the strip between Bathurst and Ossington, as well as games for the kids, and games for the grownups.

And there was music, some of it good, all of it loud.

And what would an Italian Festival be without sushi?


or martinis

or accordians

or lamb

or risotto in Parmigiano-Reggiano bowls

or nuns

or conga drums ?