Stop your mourning — I’m back online, and everything is just peachy. Apparently my static IP number was changed sometime early on Tuesday, shifting the site a degree or six out of phase with the rest of the interweb.
I’ve been enjoying my time in the Phantom Zone, actually; waiting for my webhost tech support guys to figure out the problem let me focus on the six thousand or so film festivals taking place in Toronto this month. Hot Docs, Sprockets, the Toronto Jewish Film Festival … as far as I’m concerned, they’re all happening right now and I’m neck-deep in all of ’em.
What, you thought my piece on the ReelWorld festival in this week’s NOW was the last of it? Don’t make me laugh.