Saturday, January 31, 2009

I Can See Clearly Now.

It was a year ago today I got my eyes zapped. I'm still so thrilled about it, and especially now since winter is nasty and glasses steam up and contacts dry out. It was scary, but it was worth it!

Bird's Eye View.

I thought this video was well done, and it is:

(Adele's Chasing Pavements)

But today, this was featured on YouTube:

(Oren Lavie's Her Morning Elegance)

I appreciate the work and planning that would have gone into these choreographies.

Friday, January 30, 2009


I love watching the grey melted snow slurry wash back and forth along the grooves in the streetcar floors as the driver speeds up and stops. It's soothing.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Chinny, Chin, Chin.

I forgot to tell the story of my housemate L and her early-morning visit to Emerg.

My housemates threw a Hallowe'en party last year. I had to go to bed early because I had to write a test for the government early the next morning.

When I got home, mid-morning the next day, I found that my housemates had just gotten back from the hospital!

It turns out my housemate L, who is famous for her ability to sleep n'importe d'ou, n'importe de quand, got ready for sleep in the wee hours, went to bed, but then decided to make one last trip to the bathroom.

She must have been asleep, we have decided.

Well, she fell as she walked down the hall, and evidently didn't put out her arms to break for fall. Her chin took the brunt of the force.

My other two housemates heard the noise and went into the hall to find L, stunned, lying in a widening puddle of blood.

They soaked a couple of towels with blood and decided it wasn't going to stop on its own, so got a cab and raced to Emergency.

L got 6 stitches in her split chin. (I think she could have taken a 7th.) It was gory. I saw a cellphone picture of the split once it was cleaned up, and it honestly looked like another mouth.

While she was healing, we all reserved the right to tease her. We called her a lot of names, but my favourites are Gashley Olsen, and the inspired, genius, artful... Chinneth Falltrow.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Ugh. Really? Benjamin Button?

Gah. Now I have to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Thanks for nothing, Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. I assume it's something about boxes of chocolates and Lieuts. Dan.

Ok, that's flip. I don't want to see it because it looks like it's trying to hard to be an "Oscar film."

Hook, line, and sinker.

So, for the noms for Best Picture, I'm on my way. Tomorrow I'm going to see Slumdog Millionaire, which I've been trying to see for a while. Today, I saw The Reader, which was very good, indeed. I'd already seen Milk and Frost/Nixon. I liked them both very much. Both were far more suspenseful than I thought they would be.

I also saw Waltz With Bashir, which is at times beautiful, rarely funny, visually interesting, and, in the end, chilling. It was strange to see a subtitled film that I didn't know the language at all. Bashir is Israeli, and I think the only word I could make out was the Hebrew for "Lebanon." If you're a war/history buff, this might be for you, but bring a zip-loc of prozac with you.

I was sorry to see Happy-Go-Lucky so under-represented on the nominee list.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Voiceprint, Here I Come.

So, hurrah!

I passed my audition with Voiceprint, the broadcaster who records people reading Canadian newspaper articles, so starting next week, I have a weekly date to go in and read!

I have an hour to go over the articles, and then I go into the booth to record them. I'm glad they're not live, because if I trip up, I can start the sentence again and the engineer can stitch it together.

Really, I'm looking forward to the practice. Early next week, I'm going to go record my demo for commercial voice work. I hope it goes well.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Uke Support Group.

Last night was the inaugural meeting of the Corktown Ukulele Jam. It's where the Ukies meet!

One of the girls in the group said it's probably how people with odd sexual perversions feel when they find a chatroom filled with other pervs.

(I would never pretend there's anything sexy about a uke. A uke is the opposite: Wholesome, pure joy that you can share with kids and geezers and everyone in between. Sorry. That somehow sounds like a multi-generational orgy invite. How did that happen!? Damn!)


Now I've found a support group! I walked into a room of about 30 (!) people with the coolest collection of ukuleles I've ever seen. Actually, the people were all really cool, too. They were so funny and talented.

There was a big spread of age, athough I'd say the average was probably about 10 years older than me. There were almost as many women as men.

There was open mic, and people sang and played. One guy's picking was amazing. I need to learn!

It seems there's a lot of nostalga in the uke world to play olde Tin Pan Alley ditties, but I don't know them. I've spent more time playing Ben Folds, Elton John, and Joel Plaskett.

Anyhow, it's so cool to me to have a place to go once a week and jam with other uke players. You know I've only ever met one other uke player since I started in June?

Well, it was a thrill to be there, and I'm looking forward to it being a weekly date.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Man Alive, It Was Grim.

Know what I have a hate on for? The Norwalk Virus.

Norwalk and I had a tango on Sunday. One of my housemates was sick early all Saturday morning, but we thought it was food poisoning, so maybe I didn't take all the precautions I could have.

By late Sunday morning, I was dizzy and weak, but it was in the afternoon that it all let go and my body started to voilently reject all the fluids it held.

It was bad for about 8 hours, and then I slept my face off. I can't believe how much it took out of me, though. Having a much-needed shower on Monday winded me, and putting my pajamas in the washer made me have to nap.

I think today, three full days later, I'm feeling almost 100%, and I think I have an appetite again. I've been psychotically thirsty for three days, interspersed with strange pastrami cravings. (?)

I have heard stories of Norwalk on cruise ships. That's horrifying. Horrifying!

Monday, January 05, 2009

A New Years Treat For You.

I wasn't super hot on the song "The Old Prince Still Loves At Home" by Shad when it was on R3-30 on CBC Radio 3, but now that I've seen the video, my mind is changed. It's very savvy.