Happy Friday!

There is much on my mind.

I want to pontificate: Colin Mochrie, what were you thinking playing around with the likes of Karl Rove?

I want to praise: Way to go MLB. "I am Jackie Robinson"? Awesome.

I want to plug: Tonight, Basia Lyjak at the Elmo! Sunday night, Inside the Improvisers Studio with Mick Napier and Naomi Snieckus at The Second City!

I want to cry: Harper Government ignores Charter of Rights and Freedoms!

I want to congratulate myself: Getting up early and doing time on Relaxo before work! Photos published in the Star and Globe and Mail! Woot!

But REALLY, all I want to do is leave the office, go and enjoy the first wonderful blast of Spring weather and drink a beer. I'm sorry, Bloggy McBloggerson, but I just can't concentrate. So, when words fail me, I'll let the pictures do the talking. Please enjoy the following slide show I've put together as a portfolio of my photography.

Miss Tracey Nolan Photography

Let me know what you think. Constructive critcs welcome and even applauded.

I hope it's as beautiful out where you are. Toronto is glorious today! Happy Friday...

Truant, c'est moi!

I feel like a truant. Here it is already January 6th and this is my first post of 2007. What can I say? It's been a busy year so far. Some kind of plague has swept over the CSIS office (I think it may be black lung) and I ended up having to do double duty for the first few days of the year. Really cut into my Bloggy McBloggerson time. It's too late to talk about New Years Eve now. I can't bring myself to do it. The moment has passed. Without fanfare. Instead I will share with you some pictures from last night when the original truant surprised us all with a unscheduled visit. Reimer's back from Boston for about a week and we spent the evening celebrating in the biggest dive I have been to in years, The Last Temptation in Kensington Market. Cheap beer, sticky...everything and a crazy mural on the back wall. The photographic evidence is below (you can see more in my Flickr account). This is more fun than trying to remember the details of New Years, rehashing the Saddam thing or applauding Keith Olbermann. Not that I don't want to do those things, I do. I'm just lazy. Like all the best truants are.