Fri, Jun. 13th, 2008, 02:57 pm
So I just got this new browser that allows (among other things) sidebar access to facebook, and one-click blogging to any of my blogs. To that I say woot!
The LRR blog isn't working with it quite yet, but hopefully soon. . .
For now, this is my test run.Flock - it's pretty cool
Tue, Sep. 19th, 2006, 12:06 pm
Thanks Chris!You are The Cap'n!
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not. What's Yer Inner Pirate? brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
Also, check out our How to Talk Like a Pirate video at LoadingReadyRun. I'll link to it as soon as the site is back up after all that traffic.
Tonight was the Fringe Preview gala, and 64k (that is, Graham, Morgan, and myself) spat red-hot fire to represent our show, with a blisteringly self-referencial 80's rap. The video goes up tomorrow on the site. WOW, did it feel good to get up on stage and throw down so much of what I have sweated over for the last month and a half.
Tomorrow is opening night and I have butterflies and whatnot . . . but I'm sure it will be grand.
I am going to Snakes on a plane tonight--the 7:10 show at the capitol 6. If you would like to come, please call my cell ^_^.
Fri, Aug. 4th, 2006, 05:53 pm
My house is flooding. Actually, it's technically my neighbour's house that's flooding, but because we share a wall, it's currently seeping into my house as well.
Right now, it's 5:00 am. At 4:00 am, I was having a dream about . . . something to do with cell phones, which rang incessantly throughout. Suddenly, I was woken up by my doorbell ringing about ten times. Behind the door was my neighbour. Apparently she'd been calling me for ten minutes and, due to my seeming not to notice, had decided to take matters into her own hands.
Strangely, my sister seems to be away, so it's up to me to deal with the problem. The flood is upstairs, and my mission is currently twofold. First, I need to make sure the flood does not spread any more upstairs. Second, I need to make sure that it doesn't start raining in the kitchen. I am currently accomplishing both of these missions by catching up on my e-communications.
Those acquainted with the current state of my life will understand that this means reading tons of email, and replying to none of it. Funny how, with life getting so crazy, email seems neither as fast or efficient as it used to be. Thinking about it, actually, maybe it's just too
fast and too
efficient. I know that if I reply to an email now, I will have to deal with whatever that person ends up emailing me tomorrow, while if I reply to it a week from now, they won't reply until a day after that . . . if the issue is even still relevant. Such procrastination has already yielded a pretty hefty load of unanswered mail, which I plan to get to (or at least delete) by September.
If you have sent me email that I haven't answered, sorry. I really don't have time for even an hour on the computer every day right now, so please call me or someting to bring whatever you need resolved to my attention.
Tally's parents were great on Wednesday; very friendly, and not too scary at all. We had ice wine and watched Good Night and Good Luck . . . which I felt was a good use of the evening.
Thursday's improv show went quite well. I was feeling pretty dead that day, and had considered calling in sick for stress. It wasn't until 5:00 that I realized they once again wanted to use the on-stage timer I had rigged up for the last show. This, of course, was entirely composed of my equipment, and made my presence necessary. The show itself was really good, and I have to say that if you're ever in Vancouver and have a chance to see the Storytellers
improv group, do so. They are fantastic.
Friday was our first full read-through of the LoadingReadyLive script, and probably our most on-topic meeting thus far. That said, it started at 10:00 pm, and with G and I both leaving town early the next day, being on-topic was pretty well necessary. Our meeting yesterday was our first actual "rehearsal", and that went ok, though Bill and I are back to having our usual personality conflict. This involves me getting frustrated at his dicking around, and him dicking around more to retaliate for my telling him not to. Is it too much for me to demand professionalism from a group of people who are gonna be performing no more than a month from now? I hope not. If we can't get through a singe warm-up without somebody trying to be "cute" by bringing everything to a screeching halt, then we're in trouble. That degree of commitment is not worth my time.
LoadingReadyLIVE show schedule:
Thur Aug 24, 6:30 PM
Sat Aug 26, 11:00 PM
Sun Aug 27, 7:15 PM
Fri Sept 1, 7:15 PM
Sat Sept 2, 4:15 PM
Sun Sept 3, 12:00 PM
The family reunion this weekend was fun, and a nice opportunity to relax. I had a good chance to reconnect with my cousins, especially Katie and Amy, who I've not spent loads of time with in hte past. I spent a great deal of time in the car and at the reunion itself reading. I finally finished the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (which Dale gave me somewhere around a year ago, but has been on hiatus while I've read other various things), and got a good way into Men at Arms. Now, however, it's once more unto the breach. Who knows when I'll be able to read next!
Ug. It's now 6:00 and time to call in act-of-God to get off work so I can wait for the plumber. Something tells me that today is gonna be a very long day . . .
Wed, Jul. 19th, 2006, 12:03 am
This will not be a long update, as I've been überbusy these last few days . . . and by that I mean busy actually doing stuff, as opposed to busy playing Phoenix Wright.
Life has kicked into high gear with the start of summer camp. I'm out and about most of each day just covering all the bases in that respect, and as if following 20 five-and-six-year-olds around all day wasn't tiring enough, I've got other stuff on my plate as well. LoadingReadyLive meetings are now happening three times a week, and this week in particular, I also have both an elongated improv workshop and a show. Gah. No rest for the wicked, I guess ^_^.
I have given up on Saturday Morning gaming, as the rest of my schedule has become too restrictive. Thursday night are also out do to LRL meetings, so I guess that means no more gaming for the rest of the summer . . . at least not if I want to have a social life. That's ok though, as I was feeling a bit burnt out on it anyway . . . time for another break.
On the family front, my aunt, Marion, and uncle, Jim, were in town last week house-sitting for my father, and it was nice to have a visit with them, and with Dylan. Tally's parents are in town this week, and tomorrow will be my frst official "meet the parents" experience with her family. They're from Kansas, and I hear her dad has a gun (though they are really all Canadians who moved to Kansas, so I'm not that worried). Also, I am going up for a three-day family reunion this weekend on Denman Island, which could be interesting. No doubt, adventure awaits! Apparently, I am to bring bacon with me, as I am the only one who eats it . . . and with the amount of bacon I am taking, I could come back very fat if that proves to be true!
Ok, done. I have amusing tales to tell of the day, but there's just no time, and I'm so tired . . .
. . . tired but contentedly so ;).
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Yesterday was an odd day . . .
I went toe see Thank You for Smoking with Ashley and a girl named Jen, who I apparently went to Oak Bay with. She was presumably a year behind me, which might explain why I totally had no idea who she was . . . though that is a pretty common issue for me. As a result of being the student council president, many more people than those I can personally recall seem remember me from high school, and that leads to some awkward social situations.
Anyway, the movie was good, though I didn’t feel inclined to say much about it at the time. I think I was undergoing some kind of sensory overload.
It hasn’t struck me in a long time how very commercial the experience of going to a movie really is. Suddenly, the hapless viewer is transported from the earth he knows and loves to Entertainment World, a place where he can’t walk two steps without seeing a moving screen of some sort. Brand names assail him from all angles, as he is offered $5 popcorn and bags of candy the size of small dairy farms. It’s rather disconcerting.
I think what threw me off the most was the fact that the pre-movie slide show of lame trivia and celebrity gossip has apparently been replaced by a moving pre-show, projected in high-def from a projector elsewhere in the theatre. Because this pre-show is no longer static and has both sound and some measure of production value, it’s horribly distracting, and makes having any sort of conversation inside the theatre really difficult.
I didn’t enjoy the “theatre experience” as much as I think I was intended to . . . in fact, I think it took away from the experience of seeing the movie for me, which seems counterproductive. As a result think I may just go to Cinecenta in the future. Cheap and unobtrusive seems a bit more up to my speed.
After the movie, I also found that I really just didn’t feel like talking about it. I wanted to go home and decompress. It’s funny that, while six months ago I Ashley, Heather and I could ramble for hours about nothing, the vibe was very different last night. I think my perspective’s changed, but I can’t say how. It could also have had something to do with being in the presence of a stranger, or it could be that I am under a lot of stress right now in regards to work over the summer . . . bah.
When I got home, I popped 30¢ worth of popcorn and ate it. It was delicious.