I almost started to spastically tag this entry School, work, school, work, school, work, school, work..

Than I realized what was going on and bumped the needle into the next text box.

Actually I justed start school today, so it should be;

workworkworkworkworksworkbeerworkschool.

Work is great, fine, dandy. I am 2.1 sites away from being done my full complement of summer contracts. 2.1 seems like a lot doesn't it - but they are all getting close to done. I think.

Our little company is also doing peachy we are probably due for another meeting soon.

And the big news.. Our first collective project is done;

Check it out: Isuma.ca. the good people who brought you Atanarjuat the Fast Runner have a brand new website.

Their new film is premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival gala tomorrow night. This project will probably get more eyeballs then every site we have done previously. Stressy!

School was okay. One really good class with Professor Leslie Regan Shade then a two hour break where I ate dinner with two classmates and checked out the absolutely pathetic weight room at loyola.

If you thought the Victoria Gym was a little dodgy. At least it was a room, it had windows. (...and the truly amazing Edward, who is apparently gone and no-one knows where - that f*ing sucks dude, I loved Edward).

The Loyola weight room is actually an interconnected series of tiny dungeons painted "jock-blue" without any space, let alone windows. The top 40, pseudo-grunge playing at top volume didn't help matters much, nor did the poor women running on a stationary in the corner. It was this weird combination of claustrophobic and arty, she looked like a russian prisoner powering a generator.

Oops I digressed, this was suppoed to be all about the academic life and instead it's about how I am going to get even more grody knee-fat while learning to write bibliographies in helleangone NDG.