Jason lost his grandmother this week. We had visited her two weeks ago and knew that she was not doing well. She was so thin, and couldn’t eat much. But her spirit, wit, and sense of humour was still going strong, even though her body wasn’t.
I loved Jason’s Nana. Sure, without her, he wouldn’t exist. But it was more than that. We respected each other, her and I. We were cut from the same cloth. I completely understood why she would get her hair done before we came to visit, and why she would put on her makeup before she saw visitors. She had to look her best when she held court, just like myself.
Every time I visited, she would offer me a drink of rye, even if it was early in the day. And she would always have one too. I remember when she fell down and broke both her arms, she drank her rye with a straw, because she couldn’t pick up her glass, making jokes as she slurped her drink.
And she was so funny! Jason gets his sense of humour and wit directly from her. Along with his artistic talent and respect for women.
Thank you, Audrey, for being an amazing woman. Jason is the man he is because you were the women you were.
Someone jumped to their death directly across the street from where I work today.
Their body landed on the ledge of the building in direct view of the lunch room. They covered the body in a orange tarp and then left it there for hours. At one point — when I was getting a glass of water — a cop lifted the tarp and I saw the body.
Then, when I was leaving work for the day, I was told someone threw themselves in front of the subway at my stop. Two suicides within a block radius within hours of each other.
British comedian Avery Edison (@aedison) was detained by Immigration officials at Pearson Airport last night. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to have any idea what to do with trans people. Begin horribleness.
Here you go. Let’s boost the signal people. I’ll try and add details as I get them.
I know I’m lucky, but I’m currently having challenges. Which is why I haven’t posted here for weeks.
My office just moved from a 5-minute walk from my home to a 40-minute subway ride, which I never budgeted for, time-wise or financially.
My job is insane. I work for a “movie unit” at a major TV network in Canada, and I’m a coordinator for national advertising for much of the movies advertised on TV in this country. Movie release dates change every day, and part of my job is to keep up with that and all that implies. I’m responsible for like a zillion dollars a year in advertising revenue, and it can be very stressful and not much fun.
I love my husband, but sometimes it feels like he lives a charmed life. I’m jealous because he gets to play and travel for his job. He’s away right now, staying at a luxury resort in the Rocky Mountains. Going on sleigh rides and having snowball fights for money.
West Virginia is the most neurotic state, Utah is the most agreeable and the folks of Wisconsin are the country’s most extroverted, a new study says. Take TIME’s test to find out which state most suits you
I got North Carolina.
Apparently all this time I should have been living in South Carolina…?!
You belong in California!
I am not a third generation (Southern) Californian for nothing, yo.