So apparently I’m attending The Waterloo Festival For Animated Cinema this weekend. I’m there right now, in fact.
I am surprised to learn this, since I haven’t left Toronto today. I haven’t even left the Magic Bungalow. In fact I haven’t even got out of bed, except to feed the fur and the fins, and to put Bailey’s in the morning coffee. I actually did get an e-mail from these Waterloo folks a few weeks back, asking if they could call me up and discuss the prospect of my appearance, and I said sure; but I never heard from them after that. So here I am, at three in the afternoon, in Bed with BOG and BUG and Bailey’s. Just as happy as I’d be in Waterloo, probably.
Also, I know this whole rogue planet thing is yesterday’s news and has already been all over the Internet, but I thought I’d mention it in passing for its obvious personal relevance. And also because I think they should be looking a lot closer to home.