Holy Fucking Wind

Well… here I am on the farm.  They swear like sailors here… except they’re farmers.  Might as well get started.

Holy Fucking Wind!  Damn!  I was kidding yesterday morning about tornados, but it turns out out I wasn’t so far off the mark.  The tallest building in Regina had to be evacuated yesterday when people started loosing their lunch because the top floors were swaying so much.  Signs were flying off buildings, trees were snapped, and semis were blown over sideways.  My cousin Cody said he saw his passenger side trailer tires leave the ground while hauling a load.  The wind gusted to 104 km/h.

I didn’t really notice though.  I was inside at the office, doing office stuff until 9pm.  I was gettin’ er done!  The books have never been in better shape.  I now have an accurate cash flow forecast that takes me through October.  I’m now in a position to make sound financial decisions about my immediate future.

To that end, I bought my plane tickets for Havana (return via Toronto) and booked my hotel for Hot Docs.  I’ve also begun the process of lining up meetings for the festival.  There are 62 individuals from companies all over the world that I’d like to meet with.  If I only get to meet with a handful of them, the trip will be a success (provided the meetings lead to some business down the road).

Enough shop talk.  I’m at the farm and I’m headed for Shyanne’s steak night in a couple of hours.

See ya later fuckers!

1 thought on “Holy Fucking Wind

  1. Im so proud of you, using a form of “git er dun” in your blog. Now all you have to do is find a way to use “excuse me miss, does this rag smell like cloraform” and “Whore” to make everything intertwine nicely…but don’t get yourself arrested either. Shyanne.

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