I'm still alive, barely. I've got this damned cold, the one I knew I'd get even way back in June. It never fails; the kids are in school for their first week, and the next week, I'm coughing, heaving, and generally feel like death. How's that for prediction? I'm no longer working for the university. I've opted out of that mess, and have gotten mys
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Lately I feel that all I create is heat. I like.
Closure is overrated. excellent!
wow. is it typical for kids in the states to go back to school so early? Kole still has more than a month until it's time to go back, though the break for summer began June 28th. I hope that the boys like school this year. It really means a lot for them to feel comfortable in class, also because it makes you as a parent, feel comfortable leaving them there. Naptime is the right time for your own time. Nic
hooray for your road trip, and cheers to meeting good friends!
argh. i can't believe it's been so long that i've forgotten how to resize and post pictures. Sorry.
I'm in the final stretch of my work at the Theatre. I've completed my original contract, was asked to work for the Centre for Indigenous Theatre (Toronto) for 3 weeks, and have agreed to carry on an extra week with my original employer. I'm relieved that it's almost over, though not glad, simply because unemployment and all that bullshit is looming, without a bright l
excellent work!
There's so much running around in my head these days, that it's pretty hard to think straight... This is my last offical production at the theatre, and it's running slowly, but smoothly. For my job at least, the first week of a 3 week residency is rather slow. As there's a stage manager present, I don't have the same chores and tasks that I usually have. I do
I'll admit it; I miss blogging. I miss writing , actually. It's funny, but somewhere between work and my home life, I've given up the daily act of writing, then posting every random thought, every turbulent emotion, every questionable behaviour outted by myself, quite freely. Even more though, I miss the exchange, the socialness that is Joeuser.
yeah, i think it's good that you've dropped by.
I like. As always. Actually, to get further into it, planned vacations always seem like this: check out 'hot spots' on line, try to get a discount deal, go to some village that was appropriated dozens of decades ago, that now displays remnants of what it might have been, or so the historians tell us. What is it that we are looking for when we sign up for that Ancient Rome trip, or the Aborigine Exploration trip? Something we
I've been hiding out in a basement today, both trying to keep cool, avoiding the phone, and not wanting to speak to others. I feel like a teenaged boy as I surf the net endlessly, listening to music way too loud, and funneling caffeine like it's spring water. The only thing missing is the porn. I am having work issues, and am just fed up after a rather tense
yeah, it's getting harder to find the time to come back, though i do love it here. I enjoy and miss writing, but it's hard to keep up when life is crazy. miss you nicky
I prefer moderate temperatures... gimme a nice 72, with a light breeze. Now, that's perfect.
Haha. That was my girl about a year ago. Now it's Mystery Hunters, and wanting an iguana.
I entered the bar, and man, was it hot. Everybody thinks Canada is one motherfucking cold place, and I suppose, in some parts, it is. But in my little part of the country, it's pretty manageable. Yes, you need a winter jacket after Halloween, usually, and no, you aren't wearing longjohns into April. However, I don't know if it is global warming or not, but t
I stood in the middle of a thunderstorm the other day, getting soaked but not minding much. It was scarier only five minutes earlier when the sky was grey and the wind whipped viciously, lobbing hail like confetti at a freakshow wedding. I really thought that a tornado was about to touch down as the sky was green, and I couldn't see the river anymore from my office w
I've been mulling over the idea of getting out of my career. While I love theatre, I hate the whole grantwriting, budgets, and grantwriting bit of it. Since it takes up much of my time, and production weeks are even more hellish hour-wise, I only spend about a tenth of my working week doing stuff that is actually interesting. I agree with you about the money bit, too, though it's hard to make the adjustment to go lower, financially.
never grow old. I hear ya! (And I miss ya. I hope all is well.) And classic rock, Doc, is, these days, a lot of 70s, rock music. Classic to me, I guess. ha.
I never gave it much thought until lately, when it started costing me 20.00 Cnd to not even get a quarter of a tank. Though, I do think that size matters and I don't want to go for something too tiny. Since it's a dream car, and real factors concerning wish list items vs total price are not an issue here, I'd suggest that my car be somewhat roomy. I want enough trunk space to actually hold items I occasionally travel with, like sleds, televisions
For all the new things in my life, I find it increasingly comforting to go back to what I'm used to. These days I'd rather listen to classic rock than the brand new album of the new star of the minute. I'm not one for changing my wardrobe to have the latest things, and I'd rather stay in my housing unit than actually have to find new digs. The old is comfor
My god. I can't seem to write anymore, which is troubling, considering I just accepted a cash award as an incentive to promote promising young writers. Here's how it happened. I've always scribbled a bit. I used to like writing utopian short stories, and after I got into the swing of things, branched out into longer stories, novel-length. I've nev
Sometimes I worry about how much I've been talkin'... I worry about it, because so very often I've seen people just let go whenever there's a pause in the conversation, or a simple stop for breath. What is it about these people who just go on and on and on? Can't they see that they are boring other people or simply telling me way too much about themse