Sometimes, it feels as if we are eavesdropping on day-to-day conversations rather than just hearing the usual litany of platitudes and regrets.
Tomorrow (Wednesday) I hit the air for the 2007 Toronto International Film Festival. I can't believe how much stuff I miss in Seattle simply because of busyness, laziness and/or inertia. But in Toronto I can go full-throttle (watching, talking, eating, blogging -- OK, I'm getting tired already), concentrating completely on the movies at hand. My customary Seattle-Toronto companions are Dave McCoy, Kathleen Murphy and Richard T. Jameson -- and this year I plan to catch up with some of my fellow bloggers, such as Girish Shambu and Andy Horbal (whom I've never met). And Roger's going to be back again!!! (Meanwhile, Dennis, I've sent you something else to keep you occupied and out of trouble while we're gone. Wish you could join us.)
For now, I've got an earworm that just won't quit: "Oh, Canada!"
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