This setting reminds me of so many episodes of the West Wing, with some jogging by the river, and I kind of want to jog too. Except I’ve always had a problem of running or jogging without a place to go or a reason to rush. I need a destination, a purpose, a point. I can’t just “leave”, well, except now with the *purpose* of taking pictures. But what I really need to do is exercise, to maintain my wicked bod.

Once upon a time I enjoyed baseball, and most other people did too. The Jay’s had won back to back world series, we had Pat Borders, Roberto Alomar, Baseball cards were all the rage; and then shit happened. Baseball strike, Players want more money. You know what? Baseball’s kind of boring, I didn’t need it anyway, what’s that other game I like? Oh yeah, HOCKEY! Eat shit baseball, all you did was leave me with black eyes and broken promises. Even the Skywalk can’t support commerce. Hell, the Skywalk doesn’t even have a SkyDOME to go to.

I’ve been enjoying Toronto’s AFP conference for the past few days and I’ll tell you, I find it fascinating. I still can’t believe that I’m doing this stuff, and I’m loving it.

That’s either a corn-cob nose, a perky “Kari” nipple, or the worst ass-zit ever. Shit like that can leave you paralized for weeks.