We had intended to go to Zakkushi on 4th for dinner but a lack of parking sent us to O’Thai, Vancouver’s latest Thai eatery. Plenty of parking out front and plenty of tables available, so we grabbed our seats and, after a preliminary menu perusal, simply asked our water to… Read more ⇢

I’m admittedly the first person to complain about pretty much anything. Well, anything except the weather because, really, at the end of the day, who can you really complain to? Still, given the almost three straight weeks of rain we’ve had to suffer through, I think I deserve the right… Read more ⇢

Prep week invariably begins with the concept meeting, the preliminary pre-production assembly attending by all of the department heads. We all sit around the long conference room table as the First A.D. goes through the script, scene by scene. “Scene one,”he’ll say, “A puddle jumper flies through space. This is… Read more ⇢

6:00 a.m.: I get up, take the dogs out, down a cup of matcha, then head downstairs for my 30 minute cardio work-out with the aim to conditioning myself for the big day ahead. 7:05 a.m.: Shower, shave, then spend a good twenty minutes selecting my outfit. I decide to… Read more ⇢

“You know what you are?”offered my writing partner Paul in a moment of clarity. “You are a dandy.” A dandy? Really? Just because I have two pairs of suit for every day of the week, a tie for every day of the month, and a clufflink collection to rival the… Read more ⇢

Pictured above are the remnants of my Art Asylum Rogue’s Gallery Venom bust that used to sit atop the window ledge in my office. Paul came in this afternoon and went to pull the window shut. Somewhere between my “Be” and “careful!” the handle had come off in his hand,… Read more ⇢

Fondy and I celebrated St. Patrick’s Day by going out for Singaporean food yesterday. We exercised perfect timing in arriving downtown about twenty minutes after the St. Patrick’s Parade festivities had broken up, allowing us to find some terrific parking right around the corner from Prima Taste. For Sunday lunch,… Read more ⇢

The 60-something lady at the neighboring table sounded like she was having an orgasm: “Aaaaaah. Ooooooh.” Then: “Yeeessssss.” I stole a quick glance over as she popped a piece of tuna tataki into her mouth and shut her eyes, luxuriating in the exquisite flavors: “Ohhh.“ Suddenly, her eyes flashed open… Read more ⇢

The first time I suspected my wife was trying to kill me was about four years ago when we were still living in Vancouver’s Yaletown district. I remember walking into the kitchen to get a drink when I noticed a half-filled spring water bottle sitting by the sink. “Is this… Read more ⇢