Merde, I'll Pleut
It's Nuit Blanche here in Toronto and I am trying to convince myself to get out and see what's up, or else head over to Lee's Palace for the Mudmen (who dat? A band; beyond that, I know nothing). But the chill air wafting through my office window, and the autumnal sounds of wind and rain, conspire to keep me inside, slaved to my computer like some pale, basement dwelling troll.
We'll see.
Earlier this week, I did get out - meeting one of you in fact, a lovely and intelligent woman with whom I shared a few drinks and was delighted to start to get to know.
After, she did say that, in person, I was not much as I appear to be online. And so, in keeping with yesterday's break with Young Geoffrey's journal-istic traditions, a poll (to be fair, those of you who have met me should refrain from voting).
Poll Judging Young Geoffrey
All right. Time to get myself a life.
We'll see.
Earlier this week, I did get out - meeting one of you in fact, a lovely and intelligent woman with whom I shared a few drinks and was delighted to start to get to know.
After, she did say that, in person, I was not much as I appear to be online. And so, in keeping with yesterday's break with Young Geoffrey's journal-istic traditions, a poll (to be fair, those of you who have met me should refrain from voting).
Poll Judging Young Geoffrey
All right. Time to get myself a life.