petronia

Freetalk, Act 7, chapter 24:

[scribble of Aoki in his usual tuque and sunglasses, looking at draft]

Aoki: ...Why is Ban's fly open?

Ayamine: (THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING.) Uh... personal interest?

Ahahahahahaha I love this guy he will so never get laid ever. (I forget - which is the chapter in which he fanboys over meeting Kouga Yun at his editor's? The mangaka is my favorite character, it's sad.)

Anyhow I unlocked the last entry. Problem with that sort of thing is that if you ask me for analysis-as-I-read, you're literally going to get me thinking aloud with my fingers. By tomorrow I'll have built another, sleeker theory with more powerful buster cannons. XD (I have not yet talked about how much Miike Takashi would wuv Akabane. Ph33r. Also, I don't know Bunni Girl's name, but she is so obviously related to Nii. I think there should be a manga called Psycho Shop of Bunnies, and in every chapter the mysterious shop owner would... please, someone stop me, and get me to bed.)

...So you know those Snapple-brand fruit drinks in the fancy bottles that contain ginseng and gingko biloba and have New Agey names like "Sky" or "Fire", right? And are actually only 10% juice and 90% flavoured sugar water? And you know how Captain Morgan's Parrot Bay is about half rum and half coconut-flavoured sugar water? Two-thirds of the former and one-third of the latter make for the easiest sorbet mix in the world. I know I keep saying it, but you people have to try it, j0.

1. Do you know where they have more go bois and if they will give me one?

Saa ne. ^^; The specimen in question originated in the British Isles, which I suppose only goes to show...

2. What year DID you graduate from McGill? *is slow*

Last June. So... more than a year ago. Oh boy.

3. What do you wub the most about Montreal? Or any city that you've called home, since I know this is many for you.

So many things. They could probably be summed up by the fact that a city is an Idea as well as a place to live, and Montreal is one of those cities where the denizens are aware of the Idea, and actively try to make it as fabulous as possible. It's not NYC or London or... I dunno, Boston or Rio or Bangkok, but that's fine because it's not trying to be. It's trying to be itself.

As well, quite simply, it suits me. Some other person might very well never be at home here. But I have - I think - a Montrealer's taste for life and the things in it, and I'd be happy if that could serve as a form of recommendation. *g*

4. What would be your dream job?

A damned good question. :P Writer, probably, except I can't conceive of that as a job; it'd be like getting paid to read books (which some people do, I'm aware, and are called critics). Otherwise, some esoteric consulting business that would allow me to jet from continent to continent, sporting a very sleek laptop and pointy shoes, and attend meetings on the 60th floor of large hotels in which I'd be the hired expert. XD Seriously. As long as I'm paid enough to live, the rest is just like a game.

5. Eriol asks, "What is your biggest peeve about internet fandom?"

People who inexplicably make it their business to judge what other people do by their standards, and loudly at that.

Speaking of the uniqueness of Montreal, haha: there were anti-WTO protest marches this week, you know, broke a Gap Store's windows, the usual inanity. So when I was downtown Tuesday for a meeting the block around the Sheraton Hotel was barricaded off, swarming with provincial riot police in their scary gear. That was between Stanley and Drummond. A bit east of there, outside Place des Arts, you had the Francofolies outdoor concert stages going full-blast for the benefit a Jazzfest-level crowd. A bit further east, and Berri Square is the main site for the Divers/Cité festivities. ...Which means Pride Week, by the way, except we don't call it Pride Week because we're French and therefore have to be special. There was a really great starlight cabaret show that night, with drag queens taking collection.

So: roving hordes of anti-globalisation activists, French language protectionists and gay people, all out in the streets at once. I was like, "Dude, it's Enemies Of Bush Day! If I keep walking I'll probably run into a mullahs' synod in the Plateau!"

See, this is all because we don't get out enough in the winter.