This seems like a good time to tell you about a new project I am co-writing with my friend, Jennifer Armentrout. It is called Horoscopes for Ex-Lovers, and it is a weekly collection of thinly-veiled messages to the (fictional) exes of the “astrologers”. At this point it is still under development, so if you have any comments or suggestions they are absolutely welcome.

Happy Canada Day, Canadians!

One of my best friends put it something like this, “the next morning, my outgoing message list breaks my heart.” So let’s play a ratios game! How many characters does it take to patch things up per character of a 140-character drunk text? Is the ratio 10-1? 100-1? Even higher? Tell me about your drunk text experiences.

I’m told there is a variation of Rochambeau that includes rock, paper, scissors, and hundreds of other objects. The number of rules to remember must be impossible.

What is a game you’d rather make up as you go along than play?

Have you ever met a person who talks like fireworks? He keeps speaking, excitedly, while I am following the trail of that one thought from five seconds ago, the other explosions all around it, some glowing on its smoke, until it is gone.

Happy St-Jean Baptiste Day, Montreal.

What pieces of public infrastructure would you most like to see subverted, and where do you least expect to find uplifting and whimsical messages? Where is the absolute last place you would find something wonderful?

Many people get offended when you don’t fit their stereotypes or aspirations for you, rulers and ordinary folks alike. They will tell you that you are wrong, not the device they are using, not the dogma they are preaching, not the politics they are practicing. But just because a thing is rigid does not mean you should bend to it. Maybe you should break it.

I bet some people have commutes that really suck. Sometimes I rent a car and, forgetting about the time, get caught in rush hour. It takes so long to get anywhere! There is a billboard in my neighborhood that just has lips on it, no advertisement.

Say something random! Maybe something you’d like to see on a billboard.

Have you ever felt confined by the ideas other people have about you or by the ways they act around you? In a group of friends, are you more free to be you, or less free?

If you could have anything from the sky, what would it be? The question is metaphorical or literal, however you like it best.

Do you have any guilty pleasures among quirky indie movies?