Dangerous Dan’s Diner is a scary-looking joint at the corner of Broadview and Queen that serves ridiculously huge portions of grease. I met friends there for dinner and over the course of two hours we shared the place with a bedazzled family celebrating a birthday, four scrawny teenagers who ordered Coronary Burger Specials, some dude who kept taking his shoes off (ick) and a 50 year old guy with thinning hair cemented into perfect formation who wore far too much gold.
Both friends love to read and we spent a lot of time talking about books. We also talked about the strippers lounging outside Jilly’s and the upcoming film festival, but most of the conversation was of a more academic nature.
One of the things that came up was that blogging has prompted me to pay closer attention to what I read. As I tend to read before bed, if a book hasn’t completely captured me I’m likely to absently skim several pages before admitting that I’m half asleep. The process of sitting down and trying to write something coherent in hopes of someone sharing their opinion has meant that I’m much more alert and sometimes make notes. Now, a lot of those notes haven’t made it to Spineless but that’s because when I sit down at the computer I’m less impressed with the thought than I was the night before.
Think it’s part of working out the kinks. Would love to know how long it takes to really hit some sort of stride.
