Garden State

I had fun today, it was an afternoon out with the girls. We saw Garden State, angst-filled late 20s early 30s fare again. It was in Oakville, and I got lost on the way to, and from, the AMC at 403 and Winston Churchill. Someone moved so we had to rejig the whole ride situation, so it was Oakville instead of Toronto, probably from now on. I like it better anyhow, parking is easier to come by in Oakville.

I rented a multitrack recorder. Dealing with music stores is always an adventure, I find. I was bombarded with questions first regarding my ability to use the multitrack unit, ie was my learning curve going to be longer than I had it out for rent, etc. I don't know if they ask everyone that but I was highly suspicious it was because I was female. Once I explained that I took audio for film & TV they were a-okay, even though it turned out I had been in their rental database before I learned audio at college. Looking way younger than my actual age and being treated accordingly is one thing; being ignored completely when I was there to buy $500 of software is another.

So soon I hope to have mp3s on my website... if my music doesn't suck too too much.

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Oh... it's Halloween night. Did you know that Halloween as it exists has religious and Irish roots? I do as well. LOL No one came to my door, I wasn't home for the early part. I heard some bustling in the hallway and took stock of what I could give a trick-or-treater, and came up with: apple juice drinking boxes. I have some of those yummy 2 bite brownies but of course you can't give kids unwrapped stuff in this day & age. (Ah, the days of getting the candy apples. Sticky things that I never ate.) I had no little ones knocking on the door, so all the drinking boxes are still on my counter. I did see the little people trooping up and down the sidewalk in Oakville, and some here in Mississauga as I pulled in to go home. Apparently where my sister lives, east end of TO, there are no trick-or-treaters. I think it's just the makeup of the neighborhood; people who simply don't celebrate it. I don't know if kids actually go door-to-door in this building; no notice about a communal shelling-out in the lobby like I have seen in other buildings, so ???. I guess kids go to people they know only. Ha ha. Back home where the parents live, in "inbreeding country," as it is sometimes termed, out-in-the-country kids will get a car ride in to the town, and get driven around in the car to trick or treat; not in their neighborhood. Of course we live in the old part and get heavy extra rural traffic, and the newer subdivisions, the country folk are not aware of yet, have leftover candy. Opportunists.