Sunday, November 29, 2009
Quick Quick Bo Bick /
I just wanted to tell those of you who follow this blog (yes, all two of you) that I will be out of commission until mid-December, so I won't be updating until then. (I'll explain later. Good reasons, not bad!) I haven't forgotten my blog, though. I've got lots of ideas brewing...sort of...mmm, brew...beer...delicious...
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Post With The Most* /
*Some conditions apply. May in fact be a mediocre post. Author may be using "most" as an abbreviation for "almost", which doesn't make grammatical sense, but which seems like a good excuse because the author didn't get enough sleep last night and is really super tired. Warning: may cause choking. Offer not available in Canada.
I'm blogging tonight because I'm a woman of my word: I said that I'd update on Sundays and will you look at that? It's Sunday again.
In some countries.
And in...Sp...eng...aly. Spengaly, yeah. It's definitely Sunday there. And so humid!
This week was definitely an improvement on last week, and not just because I knew better than to watch "V" this time around. (Sorry to any "V" fans out there, but WOW. Wow. No.) I had my last Italian class of the term, so I now feel confident that if I went to Italy, I could converse with a really slow six-year-old about numbers, colours and days of the week. So that's helpful.
I drank cheap champagne with my lady-friends on Thursday night, then attended a masquerade ball with them on Saturday night, where I consumed far too many Molson Canadians, at seven dollars a bottle. I also had my first on-camera audition in months, which involved too much makeup and some awkward flirting. (As the character, of course.) We had yet ANOTHER goddamn mother-freakin' open house on Saturday, with the goal of selling a home that someone else owns that we don't want to leave. So that was interesting. I had to whisk the cats away on an adventure in order to free up the house for the real estate agents and potential buyers. (An actual adventure, I mean. That wasn't a euphemism for the vet's office or that big litterbox in the sky.)
My macbook air just beeped at me in a long, sad, meek little way. It's never made that sound before. Hmmm...
I found out yesterday that Flashpoint won a whole truckload of Geminis on Saturday night (yaaaaaay!) and that Erin Karpluk (who is possibly the coolest lady on the planet...not that I've met her, but she seems like she would be) won a Best Actress award for Being Erica. I love that show and think that she is phenomenally talented.
Oh! I also went to opening night of (I'm going to get this titel wrong. And apparently misspell "title" in the process. Here goes nothin'...) My Mother's Jewish Lesbian Wiccan Wedding. (Was that right? I'll look it up and make sure.) It was wonderful! If you are in or near Toronto, you should see it. It is thoroughly charming, as well as funny, heartwarming and unexpectedly moving. The staging is very simple, so don't expect a chandelier to fall on your head, a Chevy to drive across the stage, or buckets of beer to be dumped on the audience. (That last one's never actually happened, but a girl can dream.) It basically feels like a group of friends telling a story that's personal to them in a creative and engaging way.
I'm going to stop pretending to be a reviewer now. I liked Twilight, for goodness' sake. What do I know?
One last thing about the show, though: LISA HORNER. She's the lead in the show; she carries it; she's beautiful; she's open; she sings like an angel (a cool one with great hair) and she is wonderful to watch.
That's my schpiel.
I'm going to bed now. It's time. It's really really time.
p.s. Yes, I did in fact get the titel/title wrong. It's My Mother's Lesbian Jewish Wiccan Wedding. Because the lesbian part happens first. That's how I'm going to remember it. It will also help that the poster is on my blog. And the title is conveniently written on the poster. They thought of everything.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Happy Smonday /
If I call it "Smonday", it sounds a little more like "Sunday", which means I'm a hair closer to meeting my goal of blogging the same day each week. So happy Smonday, folks.
Last week was utter craziness! I had some major rewrites to do on my short film, as well as Italian homework, flu recovery, meetings meetings meetings and an open house (because our landlords are selling our perfect little house -- BOOOOOO. My roommate and I do NOT want to move again.)
Making a short film is a lot of work -- who knew?! When all is said and done, She Said Lenny will probably end up being eight or nine minutes long...and my business partner and I have been working on it for two years! We were set to shoot the thing this month, but that is unlikely to happen, so we are now aiming for early March. I am trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up (yes, still), which will affect what my role is in the creation of the film. Should I act in it? Should I direct it? [Terrifying prospect. I have so much admiration for my brother, who directed a feature film (A Dog's Breakfast) his first time out of the gate.] Should I shadow a kick-ass director? Should I learn how to produce so that I can get stuff done and not be waiting around for other people all the time? Should I focus on writing and let the experts handle the technical stuff?
It's oddly disconcerting to be 32 (almost 33) and not quite know what to do with my life. It's also kind of exciting. And it's nice to have the luxury of being able to ask those questions.
In other news: a stranger called me a c**t this morning. Always a nice start to the day. I was just minding my own business, enjoying the sunshine and drinking a latte made out of beans, when an angry man with pre-pubescent facial hair came up to me, pointed in my face and called me...you got it...the C-word. I'm not sure where my impulse came from, but I gave him a big smile and said "Thank you! Have a nice day." This made him even angrier. He growled, "There are others like you," at which point I realized that he was out of his f**kin' mind. Which made it less personal, somehow. It was also reassuring to learn that there are other c**ts around -- you know, in case I need friends and no one will talk to me because I'm such a c**t.
Wow. I'm deriving way to much pleasure from the cartoon swearing today.
Have a happy week, everyone. And remember: don't let crazy men on the street ruin your day. I think you're swell.