The Demise of PHARK/
I just realized something. When H moves out, we'll be left with PARK...or KRAP, I guess, neither of which is a cool name for a band. KARP? Is KARP cool? No. Fish just inherently aren't cool, especially when they're spelled incorrectly. PRAK? Nope. Sounds like a mistake or a terribly-named snack. Maybe I should cut Rufus from the band and then we could call ourselves KAP. That's kind of cool, no? Of course, there is no band, so I'm not quite sure what I'm talking about. I wonder what instrument Rufus would play in the not-a-band. Something chilled out, I think. Like the upright bass. Although he'd have a tough time playing an instrument with his little mutant paws. See? There's ANOTHER reason why you shouldn't get your cat declawed. It could affect his/her musical career.
I've been gone for four days, and THAT'S the paragraph I come back with? Ohhh dear. When I say "gone", I of course mean "procrastinating" because I have now taken to procrastinating from the procrastination (a.k.a blogging). Here's my update, though:
Friday: Arrived late at the designated meeting place (a.k.a. liquor store) for girls' night, where my poor friend had just witnessed a minor car crash involving angry rich people and was being hit on by one of the crashees; Went to girls' night where my friend AE (who is a better chef than...um...insert famous chef here...) had whipped up the most fantastic vegetarian meal of my life involving tomatoes that actually tasted like tomatoes. (Here in Canada, tomatoes don't taste like they do in, say, Italy. They taste like the inside of a cucumber from 1986, injected with red food colouring.) They were "Heirloom" tomatoes and they came from a "garden". Crazy. Then we drank awesome wine (uh...well, THEY did. I watched. With a glass of wine in my hand. Um...which occasionally ended up in my mouth. And then stomach. Okay fine, I drank wine.) We also watched a video of "The Boyfriend" -- a musical that we did in high school. And it held up! It was still good! I mean, there's the odd guy in there who can't even find his feet, let alone use them, but for the most part, I'm pretty darn impressed with the quality of musicals we did back in the day. (I'm turning thirty soon, so I have to start using expressions like "back in the day".)
The rest of the weekend was basically devoted to hosting a family dinner, writing a new song, forgetting how to play the song, re-learning it, playing it for M, and seeing an amazing short play starring the multi-talented Brendan Gall (see below) and the stunning and hilarious Maev Beatty. It was written by my favorite playwright, Hannah Moscovitch. (Hannah is remarkable. See everything she writes. Seriously.) I also may or may not have eaten a deep-fried burrito. (I don't want to talk about it.)
I saw McKay and Mrs. Miller and I really liked it. I'm glad that so many people have been responding well to the episode and I can't thank you enough for all the lovely comments. I hope I will get to visit Atlantis again too! (I miss Hermiod a little bit. We definitely had a connection. He even flirted with me on set, but I'll save that story for another day.) And yes, Brendan Gall who played Caleb (brilliantly, might I say) is my buddy from Unspun Theatre, as well as the director of Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump (which is where Martin Gero first saw me act), as well as an old friend of Martin's, as well as the non-coincidental name of an ex-Stargate character (who I believe died a horrible death). And no, he is not the guy in the photo I posted, although it is possible that I may have suggested to M that Brendan's hair was cool, which may or may not have prompted M to grow his hair like Brendan's, dress like Brendan, talk like Brendan and change his name to Mrendan.
This is a very long post.
One quick thing before I go...I actually like Russell Crowe. I think he's handsome. And a really good actor. And I think maybe I'm a little out of touch with the bad press he's had. Am I not supposed to like him? When did that happen? Man, I have to start watching E-Talk Daily more often.
Okay! I'm done! I'M GOING TO WRITE TODAY. SERIOUSLY.