Dear middle aged man: you do not sound cool if you call my tattoos “tats” or my headphones “phones”.

Dear middle aged man: you do not sound cool if you call my tattoos “tats” or my headphones “phones”.
I was very excited to be working with Liz again when approached me to shoot a promo video for her photography business. Since she does engagements, weddings, and pet portraits, we decided to film all three types of sessions.
Liz lists some of her favourite things as her hubby, her pups1, her shoes, and her Apple products, so I included little bits of each to give it a personal touch. I also kept the grading crisp and clean with colours that pop out of the screen to match Liz’s style of vibrant photography, of which I’m a huge fan. My main goal, however, was show how fun it is to be one of her subjects because she has a perpetual smile and bubbly personality that puts anyone at ease.
“@AngelaMorriscey: The Jenny and Dave wedding video is wonderful! It was very moving. They were blessed to have you there.” Thank you!
So it turns out the only thing more frightening than a spider on your monitor is a spider on your keyboard. #AAAAAHHHH
Toronto may be my mistress, but I still flirt with the idea of making her my wife. Wondering if I can escape the life and the memories I have in Ottawa. I make the trip a few times a year, and sometimes it feels like it’s more often than I see my friends here. If I still call Toronto home, maybe it’s time I should make it my home again. But I know it’s a drastic step for the sake of closure.
Sweet and creamy…Simon’s two greatest alcoholic adversaries.
It’s strange to have too many people to see and never enough time. Growing up as a socially awkward guy, it’s a problem I never imagined I’d ever have. There hasn’t even been enough time for myself, although I suppose that’s the way I wanted it. I just don’t feel safe when I’m by myself nowadays.
How many Apple fanboys were expecting Jobs to be named TIME’s Person of the Year?
A special film for a special couple.
I was given the chance to film the wedding of Jenny and Dave on the Hawaiian island of Maui. Everything about the day was gorgeous, from the tropical weather to the burgeouning centrepieces1 to the torchlit reception. It all came together to create an atmosphere of sublime charm, and I had so much fun capturing it all.
I make each wedding film as accessible as possible, so anyone can get a sense of the day even if they weren’t there. But I also include certain things that would be understood by only the people involved. In this film it was shots such as an uncle doing an hilarious bump-and-grind on the dance floor, or the bride tearing up while writing her speech, or the father-in-law saying a few words while firmly holding the groom’s hand during the tea ceremony. Details such as the latter may not seem like much to an outsider, but family and friends at the wedding would understand how such a small physical display of affection can mean so much.
This was by far my most challenging wedding film to make, but it was well worth it. For a while, it became my reason for living, the one I wanted to be remembered for, and my goal was to deliver this film before I died. There’s a piece of my soul in it, so I can’t say how lucky I am to have been given this opportunity to create this for Dave and Jenny, and how I happy I am to know they deserve it.
(A big thank-you to wedding photographer Mike Adrian, who was a delight to work with, and taught me a thing or two about how to pack for destination weddings.)
Great name for a bowling alley, or greatest name? http://t.co/f7QTwegO
According to Simon, I got quote of the night. Unfortunately, that quote happened to be, “I’m compensating for a small penis”.
I miss beers with clever names. http://t.co/XX8mpKEO
How is this the first time in my life that I’m playing poker with John. Or against him, as it were.
If you drive so fast that you see the estimated arrival time going down on your GPS, it’s like time is passing twice as fast.
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I wasn’t ready for the snow. I pictured myself at home with nothing better to do than sleep in as it was falling, but instead I’m too busy to enjoy it. Now there’s nothing left of the snow that has fallen, cause fate seems to be conspiring with the weather to make this Christmas anything but white.
Unfortunately, this is when I need to be buried under snow. I’m convinced the winter will wash everything away, and I’ll emerge clean again.
I don’t know what to do with myself lately. Ever since Will was born, catch-up time with John has been a call he gives me every now and then between methods of public transportation as he makes his way home from work. I just want to talk to someone and have their undivided attention, cause it’s the old habits I miss the most, the late nights when you’d rather stay in someone’s company than sleep. But the only people who understand are also the people with their own lives, and too often I’m left to my own devices.
As a result, I’ve been feeling vulnerable. I hold myself back from reaching out to the wrong arms, the ones who touch my face and drag their nails across my skin, the ones with familiar smells and comforting weaknesses, the ones who appreciate the things I want to be appreciated for, but none of whom can give me what I need.
Dennis’s socks.
I’m sure I’d feel as lonely as ever if I wasn’t so over-stimulated and ready to be by myself for a while. This probably won’t happen until some point during the holidays, and even then, I had plans on catching up on personal projects and chores I can only bring myself to do once a year1. Maybe this is adults mean when talk about how time passes more quickly when you’re older.
I’m in between places now, unsure of where I am or where I’m headed. But at the very least, I know what I’ve been through and what’s behind me.
Theoretically speaking, a spider that’s small enough to crawl under my floorboard is too small to be scared of. Theoretically.
Good thing I procrastinated in getting winter tires another year. #rainindecember