Blizzard schmizzard

All I have to say is: Dude, where's my fucking storm? Sleet and hail aren't enough to get me out of work, goddammit. This sucks.

[UPDATE, 12:53 PM: Okay, I'm home. Roads are ugly. Store's closing at one. Bitching no longer relevant.]

Break out the bubbly for the Brand-New Beeson

Laura Mae Beeson, that is -- the factory-fresh bundle o' joy born to cinephile/friend Kent Beeson and his wife. First picture is right here. (Sort of, anyway.)

Dude, if I had a cigar, I would totally smoke it right now. Congrats to you and your lovely wife.

(UPDATE: And here's the first head shot. Awesome.)

Things change

Some months ago, I mentioned to the Seattle cinephile contingent that I was making it my goal to get out for the Seattle International Film Festival in '07. Looking at my financial situation right now, that's going to have to be kiboshed -- the last few months have been rough, to say the least. So that's not going to happen.

However, one closed door often points towards another opening one. As it turns out, I'm through the worst of the monetary hellsuck. What's more, my boss's wife recently discovered she's pregnant with her second child. As such, my boss has informed me that he's going to take his vacation in April rather than September this year, being that September would be far too close to the date of natal delivery. What does this mean for me? It means that, for the first time in seven years, a possibility for a September vacation is open. I think we all know what happens in September: THE FUCKING TORONTO FILM FESTIVAL. And I just might be able to save up enough to do it up right. It may be my only chance to get to TIFF, so goddammit, I'm doing it. At least, that's the plan for now... wish me luck...