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Just going to pin this to my Twitter feed for when people ask me why Pittman is one of my favourite writers. He was also kind, generous, and very supportive of others trying to figure out what he had long mastered — not that he thought of it that way.
The New York Knicks are four wins away from their first championship in 53 years and the only thing standing in their way is a 9-foot-tall French Shaolin alien.
Let’s give it up for @porterairlines for stringing along dozens of passengers en route to St. John’s, NL. Postponing the flight and waiting until 9:25 to cancel. Had they waited until 930, passengers would have been compensated. Now we’re all sleeping in the airport. BRAVO!
@CrewClient92973 There is absolutely nothing you can do. There are no hotels. There is nowhere for any of us to go. No support given. Just a stonewall five minutes before the flight would have been called for crew reasons.
Unless you can make a hotel room appear, I think I’ll spare the follow.
Paul Anka: “Canada is homogeneous. Only now are they feeling it. A city like Toronto, there's over 400,000 immigrants. And their crime rate has gone through the roof.”
Bill Maher: “Yeah, no, Canada and England, both…”
Paul Anka:”That’s a whole other story, 8M.”
“Look at Sweden the other day. They said now they're vetting out those that they let in. If they don't have jobs, they're going back again. I've spent a lot of time in Scandinavia, and they’re a whole other different culture over there.”
The second I hit the dementia floor this morning:
Resident (distraught): Ok, who the hell is running this meeting?!
Me: Uh, me?
R: Fine. Take roll call and let’s get on with it then.
M: Yes sir, absolutely sir. I’ll take minutes.
R: Bout time you did something around here.🤷
@TweetsByDre88 Kent Stetson wrote a play kinda sorta based on it and the disaster itself — Harps of God. I believe it won the gov gen award for theatre. Might be a good place to start.
I’ve spent the last couple months covering the Dean Penney murder trial and something has really bothered me.
People are taking our work, running it through AI platforms and posting utter slop on Facebook as if it’s their own work. Please don’t share this garbage.
A little Mother’s Day puppeteering with Ma on Mother’s Day. Managed to get a little grin out of her. Her ability to comprehend tone, even in end stage Alzheimer’s is a bit of a miracle to me.
Sucks that when you get old and clean your room you don’t get any allowance for the effort.
Just a janky buzz off the Pine-Sol.
Take it where you can get it, I s’pose.