Before he passed away in November, my dad had begun work on his final film. With your help, we’re going to complete it. Please spread the word and help us bring Peter’s final vision to life! 
rip papa pete
It was a grey day yesterday, but Peter was bright as the sun. Today, he’s the wind. RIP, papa pete. Nobody throws a deathbed dance party quite like you. xox #eep
Please share your photos and memories of Peter Wintonick here.
WireTap : Animated!
Check out this wonderful WireTap animation by Stephen Evans and James Braithwaite. It’s truly spectacular. And if you’re inspired, submit your own animation to WireTap’s Animation Tournament of Champions! You could win an iPad. Please tell all your friends.
short-shorts
My colleagues over at Canada Writes came up with a super fun twitter challenge yesterday to see just how short a short story can be. Hemingway threw down the gauntlet back in the 20s with this: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” While that’s pretty tough to beat, check out the #canadawrites hashtag for some worthy entries.
As a CBC employee, I may not be eligible for the iPod prize, but I had fun coming up with some short-shorts nonetheless:
- He said his name was Jason, but she entered him as “Douchey Blonde” in her phone so she’d remember not to answer if he called.
- Sitting on the counter in her pjs, she sifted through the grapes, gently picking out the moldy ones to stir into his smoothie.
- “It’s not you, it’s me,” she said, knowing full well it was actually her busty new secretary.
spring cleaning is cathartic
Too many friends on Facebook? Tired of reading their updates about their cat’s latest spell of gout or how they put too much salt on their burrito? Go ahead. Unfriend them. I won’t tell.
yet another reason Dick Cheney is going to hell
Step 1: See this movie.
Step 2: Try not to barf at the criminal greed of the oil and gas industry.
Step 3: Do something to stop the drilling for Natural Gas in a neighbourhood near you. Or far from you. Or anywhere at all. Otherwise, one day your water will be flammable.
monsieur maurice
A while back, WireTap featured a young vigilante rap artist by the name of Rap Master Maurice. I since have become addicted to his rap service, in which he’ll call someone up at your request and rap at them about how they’ve done you wrong. For instance, my roommate Stef, seen here on the right, can be pretty loud when she comes into our apartment late at night, so she received this earful. [Being the versatile rapper that he is, Maurice also offers friendly raps (for an extra fee), like this one he sent to my friend Allie, seen here on the left]. In any case, I highly recommend his services if you’ve got a bone to pick with someone. It can be quite satisfying.
You can listen to the Rap Master on WireTap here:
On a completely unrelated, non-secret-identity-revealed kind of note, a certain Derek Erdman recently interviewed me for his website about the foods I dislike. Answer: Hearts of Palm, aka. “Swamp Cabbage”.
local debut
My dad and my little documentary, pilgrIMAGE, is premiering in Montreal at my favourite film festival, the Festival du Nouveau Cinema.
We shot it when I was just a wee young thing of 19, so it’s pretty embarrassing but if you’re curious, come check it out! I’d love some company.
Your options:
Ex-centris
Thursday Oct 8 at 3:15 pm
Friday Oct 16 at 7:15 pm
Cinema du Parc
Sunday Oct 18 at 2:45 pm
And please pass this invite along to any and all documentary fans you know!
Also, check out some of my thoughts on the FNC and a review of pilgrIMAGE by John Griffin in The Gazette.