Ugh, it’s been ages. Between deaths in the family and work crises and moving (which is still not over) I’ve had almost no time to write anything, and even less inclination to do so. But I’m making a Summer Solstice Resolution: write every day, even if it’s so crap it should be burned for kindling. (Um, six months from now. ‘Cause it’s really friggin’ hot at the moment.) Also to come, a belated review of Glee Live! (the show, not the movie) and I think I’m going to attempt the 30 Songs in 30 Days that I stole from Pam on Facebook, with a bit more explanation than status update boxes will allow. Looking forward to the final Harry Potter film, to the doc about Conan O’Brien, and to getting to my new place so I can have the time to catch up on all the HBO and Showtime series I haven’t had a chance to watch yet.
What prompted this post, though, was that my TIFF reminder package arrived today. Two years ago I had a press pass, last year I was just a fan – this year I’m likely going to be volunteering, for the first time in half a decade or so. While I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the perks a press pass provides, it’s still a thrill to be involved in the festival in any way possible. I’m hoping to get back in at Roy Thompson Hall; the remarks from the directors are usually fascinating, and getting a glimpse of the pretty people is a nice bonus. The TIFF Lightbox has got a Fellini exhibit going on right now and there’s a Grace Kelly retrospective coming up — of all the reasons to live in Toronto, TIFF has got to be at the top of the list.
