This year’s first batch of roasted tomatoes just came out of the oven. After all these years we’ve finally realized that we can set our oven to start and stop automatically, so we can avoid roasting during the day (when we’re billed for hydro at a higher rate). It also means waking up to the delicious smell of slow roasted tomatoes.

here we are

My dad once asked me, is a two-four* filled with empty bottles full, or empty? Or full and empty? Full of empty?
I think my response was something along the lines of, “whatever, Dad. It’s full of empties”.
This website isn’t gone, it’s just hidden. Personal weblogs are dead, diaries are boring, I felt boring just having all that shite sitting here. Maybe some of it will come back, or maybe not. The empty page looks so clean it’s tempting to leave it that way forever. But of course, there’s that Horror Vacui problem.
Here is an accidental phone photo of my studio floor.