She woke up in the cheap motel room with a splitting head ache. Nothing familiar around her, aside from the clothes on the floor, and the empty bottles left here and there, reminding her of the blurry evening she had spent the night before. A new knock on the door. The noise had awakened…… Continue reading Gone missing…
I was out of my last screening at Montréal’s Wold Film Festival today and on my way home. Just next to the Métro station’s door, sat a homeless man. Up to here, nothing special. No Blog material. I don’t give money to homeless people. Homeless people can be seen everywhere in Montréal… Either sitting on…… Continue reading John Doe…
Little song to start the week… Québec band, as usual, Les Trois Accords write humorous songs. This one, Tout nu sur la plage (literally Butt naked on the beach) talks about, well, yeah… A naked guy walking on a beach! Very summery uh? You know how it goes. I hope you’ll enjoy it! And don’t hesitate…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
I am what I’d call “consciously naive”. I think about, and hope for things that I know most probably won’t happen to me. Things that “normal” serious people wouldn’t bother wishing for, it being a total waste of time. I know it is a waste of time, if you just think about making the…… Continue reading Oh dang! Just let me be…
I’m postponing my reviews again, because my days at the MWFF have ended pretty late yesterday and today, but I just wanted to write a few words, because I had the chance to see my all time favorite French actress tonight… I just had to see the screening of “Carole Matthieu”. The movie, about…… Continue reading Montréal World Film Festival…
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/lady-in-red/ Standing outside the bar, he considered his options… He could text message back, and either join her or flee back home. He could just push the door and go meet her. Or he could simply ignore the message and walk back to his house, open a beer and go about his life as…… Continue reading Lady in red… (2)
This morning, I am following a plane on my screen. It is over Greenland (the plane, not my screen), about an hour and a half away from Québec. The Internets are great sometimes… But I am a tad worried. I think the pilot might be tipsy or just not very good at following the planned…… Continue reading (Almost) on path…
Just out of bed. Bathroom pitstop. TV on. Newschannel playing. “lady Blogger brutally attacked in a park in Mount St-Bruno…” What? She must be a famous Blogger if they mention it… Or, or, was it the reason she was brutally attacked? Wow, am I doing something that might lead me to be attacked… Brutally,…… Continue reading Is Blogging dangerous?
Sometimes, I feel special, and the Internets are always there to slap me in the face and remind me that with all the other people crawling on the surface of the earth, my thoughts are never that original… But still… I do suffer from what I call the “migrating bird” syndrome. I have been for years and…… Continue reading Catching a plane…
Now, when I travel downtown, always have a thought for you, and I try to see the usual through different eyes… To catch things that I don’t notice anymore, and that can be of some interest for you… Maybe, just maybe, if I get to show you the best of Montréal, you might actually end…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (4)
