Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Blog Therapy II
I have trusted a known compulsive liar with information closest to my heart, yet I cannot trust my friends, family or significant others when they say that they love me.
I don't fear abandonment. I assume it.
I have been meaning to do this for a long time. And some one else needs to hear this to help make it real.
C J: You taught me what it is to have a broken heart. You still have not apologized. You were my best friend for the toughest years of school, through awkward tween-dom into adolesence. You were the first friend that I felt I could talk to about anything and not be judged. I thought that you might be one of the only people who had ever really understood me. You took me out on my first date. When you moved away from Cayuga you promised that we would always stay friends, and even wrote "To Liz, my bestest friend for ever, love Chris" on a picture that I still have.
You made a promise that you could not keep.
I guess that's what I've always believed: that no one can really keep that promise. And so I have never trusted anyone to love me that does not constantly reaffirm it. It has screwed with my relationships and friendships for WAY too long. It ends now. You were an asshole. You lied. But, even though you've never asked for it: I forgive you. Because I'm over it.
I don't fear abandonment. I assume it.
I have been meaning to do this for a long time. And some one else needs to hear this to help make it real.
C J: You taught me what it is to have a broken heart. You still have not apologized. You were my best friend for the toughest years of school, through awkward tween-dom into adolesence. You were the first friend that I felt I could talk to about anything and not be judged. I thought that you might be one of the only people who had ever really understood me. You took me out on my first date. When you moved away from Cayuga you promised that we would always stay friends, and even wrote "To Liz, my bestest friend for ever, love Chris" on a picture that I still have.
You made a promise that you could not keep.
I guess that's what I've always believed: that no one can really keep that promise. And so I have never trusted anyone to love me that does not constantly reaffirm it. It has screwed with my relationships and friendships for WAY too long. It ends now. You were an asshole. You lied. But, even though you've never asked for it: I forgive you. Because I'm over it.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Free Speech*
Thank goodness there's no censorship on the internet.
*Some conditions may apply, see in store for details. Offer not valid in France, Germany, China, the United States, the United Kingdom and the Islamic world. Employees, News Reporters or Activists from Anti-Religious/Governmental biased organizations may not apply. All applicatnts must answer skill testing question: "What is the square root of 6,784,942,115?".
*Some conditions may apply, see in store for details. Offer not valid in France, Germany, China, the United States, the United Kingdom and the Islamic world. Employees, News Reporters or Activists from Anti-Religious/Governmental biased organizations may not apply. All applicatnts must answer skill testing question: "What is the square root of 6,784,942,115?".
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Why do I Still Get a Daily Horoscope?
From the people that brought you "anything planted in the ground will be certain to grow today" in February:
Aries
March 20 - April 18
Your heart is going pitter-patter, dear Aries, and you are tempted to escape into a romantic fantasyland in which you play the starring role. The bad news is that something may be trying to hold you back. It could be that evil is coming on the scene and reminding you that work needs to be done here on Earth before you can go off into your own little fairy-tale world.
... what?
Aries
March 20 - April 18
Your heart is going pitter-patter, dear Aries, and you are tempted to escape into a romantic fantasyland in which you play the starring role. The bad news is that something may be trying to hold you back. It could be that evil is coming on the scene and reminding you that work needs to be done here on Earth before you can go off into your own little fairy-tale world.
... what?
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Lyrics of the Night
BARBER:
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
MOUNTIES:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
MOUNTIES:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
A Dog Day Afternoon
Two nights ago I came upon a stranger on Lasalle Blvd across from Walmart.
sigh...
She is beautiful. A Husky/Collie (I think). I have called the Sudbury Animal Control/Shelter, and submitted her picture to the online database. They offered to come and pick her up, but at the time I said "She's no trouble, I don't mind hanging on to her for a day or two". Sigh. Now we have a problem.
The longer she stays here the less likely she is going to the shelter. We've been taking short walks (away from the Cambrian security centre). She is super friendly- if not a little attention starved :p and doesn't seem to bark or bite or cause any trouble at all. I find it hard to believe that someone won't call for her soon. Then the shelter will call me immediately and she can go home to her family...
sigh...
She is beautiful. A Husky/Collie (I think). I have called the Sudbury Animal Control/Shelter, and submitted her picture to the online database. They offered to come and pick her up, but at the time I said "She's no trouble, I don't mind hanging on to her for a day or two". Sigh. Now we have a problem.
The longer she stays here the less likely she is going to the shelter. We've been taking short walks (away from the Cambrian security centre). She is super friendly- if not a little attention starved :p and doesn't seem to bark or bite or cause any trouble at all. I find it hard to believe that someone won't call for her soon. Then the shelter will call me immediately and she can go home to her family...
Monday, May 14, 2007
I have an audience!
And all I had to do was sulk to find out. Geez guys if I'd known people were reading I would have put worthwhile things up here. As it is... ummmm...
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Friday, May 11, 2007
Insert Title Here
What does it matter? you're all on Facebook now anyways
That's not true, Erica is still here ;) Although she's probably hung-over. I am.
Truely I'm updating whether or not there are people here because I realized something the other night. After years of trying to force myself to keep a journal, I finally have. I have been writing in this stupid thing for almost 2 years now and even if it hasn't improved my creative writing one ounce, I do have a sort of portal to my past out of it. Which is a little cool.
Status: I still have not heard back from Grad school. And it is not amusing me. I am emailing Concordia today to find out what is going on because I'm getting a little anxious. Actually replace "a little" with "excessively" and the word "anxious" with "insane".
Zellers is Zellers and peddling booze is peddling booze. It pays the bills, I hate most of humanity most of the time and everything would be a lot better if I didn't have "performance goals" and "high fives" and "bosses" and could just do my damn job. Actually I like my Check-out manager at Zellers. But pretty much everyone else I report to is a dick.
Cambrian rez is actually a pretty great place to live. I have a temporary but very cool roomate. I never thought I would actually be sad to have a whole apartment to myself, but I'm enjoying having her here. She's very easy going, and we've been chatting a swapping life stories. Here is a brief view of my semi-decorated rez room:
I kid of course, I will eventually purchase hangers, but for now I kind of enjoy the look. It's actually quite a nice size as well. As for security... heh heh heh, well I had to resort to a little breaking and entering the other night as a result of locking my keys in my room. I am happy to report that the window-screen frames easily bend and are in fact large enough for me to pass through at an upward angle.
I guess that's really all to report for now. Another update another day :)
That's not true, Erica is still here ;) Although she's probably hung-over. I am.
Truely I'm updating whether or not there are people here because I realized something the other night. After years of trying to force myself to keep a journal, I finally have. I have been writing in this stupid thing for almost 2 years now and even if it hasn't improved my creative writing one ounce, I do have a sort of portal to my past out of it. Which is a little cool.
Status: I still have not heard back from Grad school. And it is not amusing me. I am emailing Concordia today to find out what is going on because I'm getting a little anxious. Actually replace "a little" with "excessively" and the word "anxious" with "insane".
Zellers is Zellers and peddling booze is peddling booze. It pays the bills, I hate most of humanity most of the time and everything would be a lot better if I didn't have "performance goals" and "high fives" and "bosses" and could just do my damn job. Actually I like my Check-out manager at Zellers. But pretty much everyone else I report to is a dick.
Cambrian rez is actually a pretty great place to live. I have a temporary but very cool roomate. I never thought I would actually be sad to have a whole apartment to myself, but I'm enjoying having her here. She's very easy going, and we've been chatting a swapping life stories. Here is a brief view of my semi-decorated rez room:
I kid of course, I will eventually purchase hangers, but for now I kind of enjoy the look. It's actually quite a nice size as well. As for security... heh heh heh, well I had to resort to a little breaking and entering the other night as a result of locking my keys in my room. I am happy to report that the window-screen frames easily bend and are in fact large enough for me to pass through at an upward angle.
I guess that's really all to report for now. Another update another day :)
Thursday, May 03, 2007
"Your weapons, you will not need them"
Last night I faced off against my greatest enemy.
"Know thy self, know thy enemy" -Sun Tzu
"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors.
Try to be better than yourself." -William Faulkner
"Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see." -Jack Handy
"Know thy self, know thy enemy" -Sun Tzu
"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors.
Try to be better than yourself." -William Faulkner
"Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see." -Jack Handy
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Not ONE word out of any of you.
Liz Buchanan -- [adjective]: Banshee-like 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Friday, April 27, 2007
Snoopy vs The Medium Sized Baron
A bunch of Zellers Graphic Tees went on sale this week, but the largest size I could find for any of them was medium. I thought I would try my luck with an adorable blue shirt with Snoopy and Charlie Brown (it has them cuddling and reads "All You Need Is Love"). But unfortunately it was a little too tiny for my upper-half :S
Dismayed I do what I do with every piece of cool clothing I find that doesn't fit me. I gave it to a friend. But today I thought I would try my luck again and tried on another medium shirt. For reasons I'll never comprehend this one fit.
Behold the world of Peanuts in all its glory!
Dismayed I do what I do with every piece of cool clothing I find that doesn't fit me. I gave it to a friend. But today I thought I would try my luck again and tried on another medium shirt. For reasons I'll never comprehend this one fit.
Behold the world of Peanuts in all its glory!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
In case you didn't get the email
Hello All,
This year's summer Shakespeare (or "Shakespeare on the Grass" as I believe it is called), will be As You Like It. This is a casting call! I will be holding auditions next Monday and Tuesday. They are cold reads (so don't try to memorize a two page soliloquy between now and then). Please let me know if you can't make it and still want to be involved, I understand that this is very short notice.
Here's the skinny: Rehearsals will be from 6-9 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I will likely add some Sunday evening rehearsals closer to the show (transportation permitting). This will make the rehearsal process intense as the show will go on as is tradition on the final full weekend of June. The dates are June 21-24. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. That's seven weeks people, but we CAN and WILL do it and it will be awesome!
I'm looking for 6 males and 4 females who are committed, hard working, love to act and have a decent grasp of classical text. Don't sweat the auditions. All I'm looking for is if you can read Shakespeare and take direction.
Please forward this on to everyone you think will be interested. Post it on Facebook and your blogs. I will be thankful.
Hope to see as many people out as possible, and if anyone is interested in SMing for a Theatre Practicum, please let me know ASAP. Also you can use an acting role as a Practicum as well.
Lots of love,
Liz
This year's summer Shakespeare (or "Shakespeare on the Grass" as I believe it is called), will be As You Like It. This is a casting call! I will be holding auditions next Monday and Tuesday. They are cold reads (so don't try to memorize a two page soliloquy between now and then). Please let me know if you can't make it and still want to be involved, I understand that this is very short notice.
Here's the skinny: Rehearsals will be from 6-9 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I will likely add some Sunday evening rehearsals closer to the show (transportation permitting). This will make the rehearsal process intense as the show will go on as is tradition on the final full weekend of June. The dates are June 21-24. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. That's seven weeks people, but we CAN and WILL do it and it will be awesome!
I'm looking for 6 males and 4 females who are committed, hard working, love to act and have a decent grasp of classical text. Don't sweat the auditions. All I'm looking for is if you can read Shakespeare and take direction.
Please forward this on to everyone you think will be interested. Post it on Facebook and your blogs. I will be thankful.
Hope to see as many people out as possible, and if anyone is interested in SMing for a Theatre Practicum, please let me know ASAP. Also you can use an acting role as a Practicum as well.
Lots of love,
Liz
Sunday, April 22, 2007
While my guitar gently weeps
Recently I have been picking away at my guitar. I learned a couple of new simple songs, and I have been using it to aid in my singing. Part of my York audition was to sing an unaccompanied song, but I find that practicing with my guitar helps my voice find where it's supposed to be.
But not twenty minutes ago a tragedy occurred. I had leaned my guitar against my laundry hamper hastily last night before conking out for some much needed sleep. This afternoon I carelessly hopped into my computer chair and rolled back. This was the result:
Gentle Ben!
For those unfamiliar with the tradition of guitar naming, generally a male names his guitar after a woman who broke his heart. Since no men (or women) had broken my heart to this point I went for the next closest thing: I named the guitar just after Ben Affleck had begun to date Jennifer Lopez. Plus the name has a lovely ring for a soft accoustic "classical" guitar.
I have had the guitar since I was 11. It was a Christmas present. At the time I was in the Seneca Central guitar club (which largely consisted of myself, Chris Jaic, Willy Harris and Kassandra Killman trying to get out of recess by hanging around inside pretending to learn to play guitar). I took lessons for a short while and then kind of put the guitar aside for a number of years, forgetting virtually everything aside from how some of the chords looked.
A few years ago I picked it up again and started to learn a few songs, with some encouragement from my fella, brother and a few guitar-saavy friends. Gentle Ben has been an easy guitar to learn on with his nylon strings and small body. I will miss him. As a tribute to Ben (not, I promise, as a punishment to anyone else) I am putting up one of the videos I took of myself singing and playing so that I could hear how I sounded.
My singing is its usual shakey self and I kind of screw up during the chorus, but in the immortal words of Mr Burns: "We did 35 takes, and THIS was the best one."
But not twenty minutes ago a tragedy occurred. I had leaned my guitar against my laundry hamper hastily last night before conking out for some much needed sleep. This afternoon I carelessly hopped into my computer chair and rolled back. This was the result:
Gentle Ben!
For those unfamiliar with the tradition of guitar naming, generally a male names his guitar after a woman who broke his heart. Since no men (or women) had broken my heart to this point I went for the next closest thing: I named the guitar just after Ben Affleck had begun to date Jennifer Lopez. Plus the name has a lovely ring for a soft accoustic "classical" guitar.
I have had the guitar since I was 11. It was a Christmas present. At the time I was in the Seneca Central guitar club (which largely consisted of myself, Chris Jaic, Willy Harris and Kassandra Killman trying to get out of recess by hanging around inside pretending to learn to play guitar). I took lessons for a short while and then kind of put the guitar aside for a number of years, forgetting virtually everything aside from how some of the chords looked.
A few years ago I picked it up again and started to learn a few songs, with some encouragement from my fella, brother and a few guitar-saavy friends. Gentle Ben has been an easy guitar to learn on with his nylon strings and small body. I will miss him. As a tribute to Ben (not, I promise, as a punishment to anyone else) I am putting up one of the videos I took of myself singing and playing so that I could hear how I sounded.
My singing is its usual shakey self and I kind of screw up during the chorus, but in the immortal words of Mr Burns: "We did 35 takes, and THIS was the best one."
Friday, April 20, 2007
0 Frames per Second
I am off to the camera repair shop (Black's) because I cannot retrieve my photos from Montreal or the rest of my trip. I am fairly certain that my camera or memory card has malfunctioned and erased the entire trip. Bah humbug. Thus I cannot leave you with any lovely pictures or movies of my adventure :(
The good news is that you have yet another opportunity to acquire free booze from yours truly. This time around I'm giving away rum, and I'm at the Algonquin road LCBO from 4 to 8 tonight.
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Also of interest:
"It is widely accepted that in 1971, a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, calling themselves "The Waldos", used to meet every day after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue. The term became part of their group's salute, "420 Louis," and it eventually caught on more widely. Many cannabis users continue to observe 4:20 as a time to smoke communally. By extension April 20 ("4/20" in U.S. dating shorthand) has evolved into a counterculture holiday, where people gather to celebrate and consume cannabis.
There are also many apocryphal urban legends attempting to explain the origin of the term. Two of the most common of these are that 420 refers to the number of active ingredients in cannabis (in actuality, there are around 315 active chemicals in cannabis, varying depending on the exact plant used), or that it is a police dispatch code related to cannabis. The San Francisco Police Department use "420" as a dispatch code for juvenile disturbances,and while this explains the origin of the urban legend, does not account for the origin of the term."
- (Wikipedia)
The good news is that you have yet another opportunity to acquire free booze from yours truly. This time around I'm giving away rum, and I'm at the Algonquin road LCBO from 4 to 8 tonight.
**************************
Also of interest:
"It is widely accepted that in 1971, a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, calling themselves "The Waldos", used to meet every day after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue. The term became part of their group's salute, "420 Louis," and it eventually caught on more widely. Many cannabis users continue to observe 4:20 as a time to smoke communally. By extension April 20 ("4/20" in U.S. dating shorthand) has evolved into a counterculture holiday, where people gather to celebrate and consume cannabis.
There are also many apocryphal urban legends attempting to explain the origin of the term. Two of the most common of these are that 420 refers to the number of active ingredients in cannabis (in actuality, there are around 315 active chemicals in cannabis, varying depending on the exact plant used), or that it is a police dispatch code related to cannabis. The San Francisco Police Department use "420" as a dispatch code for juvenile disturbances,and while this explains the origin of the urban legend, does not account for the origin of the term."
- (Wikipedia)
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Blog Therapy
To a young man I don't love,
When I saw you tonight, for the first time in five years I got a feeling that I did not expect. You smiled at me and said that you knew I would do great at my audition. Suddenly I was eighteen again.
I was not in love with you. I also did not so much love the "idea of you" but the idea of what you COULD be. I would look at you when you smiled warmly at me and see something that I didn't think anyone else saw. You were the most popular guy at school, good looking, funny and athletic. Every girl had a crush on you and every teacher fawned over you. You acted like a typical jock and were a cocky sarcastic jerk. You were lazy and took advantage of your popularity and status.
But every once in a while I would sit with you in class or on the bus and you would talk to me like you were a real person and I thought I somehow saw the real you. You had something in your eyes that went much deeper than all of this. I saw a potential for you to be something kinder, smarter, more interesting and thoughtful. I then romanticized the day that you would leave your crazy-controlfreak-abnoxious girlfriend and we would run away from Cayuga and all the stupid crap at CSS.
I confused this with love, but in reality it was just a romanticized ideal of your potential. I looked at how hurt you were when you lost your bestfriend and wanted you to be happy again. I looked at the path you were headed down and thought you could do better.
I am glad that even through my starry eyes and distorted adolescent notion of love... that I was right. Way to go.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Overheard in Montreal
Le Fille D'Ontario Est Stupide!
Francophone #1: ????
Francophone #2: ????
Francophone #1: (laughs) ????
---Notre Dame de Grace
Overheard by Ignore_ant_anglo
Alright just kidding. I think I had to pull out the "Parlez vous Anglais?" about three times, and probably only SHOULD have once. Mostly it had to do with my slaughtering of the French language beyond the comprehension of native speakers.
Anyways, what you really wanted:
Overheard in New York
Suit: I was up in Toronto last week. It was nice, but it was really cold.
Guy: Yeah, it's beautiful up there, but they get winter really early. It's like that Shakespeare line, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'
Suit: [Befuddled silence.]
--LIRR into Penn Station
Francophone #1: ????
Francophone #2: ????
Francophone #1: (laughs) ????
---Notre Dame de Grace
Overheard by Ignore_ant_anglo
Alright just kidding. I think I had to pull out the "Parlez vous Anglais?" about three times, and probably only SHOULD have once. Mostly it had to do with my slaughtering of the French language beyond the comprehension of native speakers.
Anyways, what you really wanted:
Overheard in New York
Suit: I was up in Toronto last week. It was nice, but it was really cold.
Guy: Yeah, it's beautiful up there, but they get winter really early. It's like that Shakespeare line, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'
Suit: [Befuddled silence.]
--LIRR into Penn Station
Sunday, April 15, 2007
I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Pearson
Section B- Problem Solving
1. Liz departs from Montreal at 8:00pm on Saturday to Toronto. The luggage she checks does not accompany her. At 10pm in Toronto she is told that her luggage will arrive at 11pm that night and shipped to her in York the next day by noon. At 5:45pm the next day (Sunday) she receives a telephone call telling her that her luggage has "just" (assume "just" is an undefined variable) arrived in Toronto. The Lester B Pearson International Airport in Toronto is 59.92 Kilometres North East of York. How long will it take for Liz to be reunited with her luggage?
a) 2 hours (assuming light Sunday traffic and an average of 30kms/hour)
b) 24 hours
c) 48 hours
d) "Well probably sometime late Tuesday. You don't have anything important in there do you?"
1. Liz departs from Montreal at 8:00pm on Saturday to Toronto. The luggage she checks does not accompany her. At 10pm in Toronto she is told that her luggage will arrive at 11pm that night and shipped to her in York the next day by noon. At 5:45pm the next day (Sunday) she receives a telephone call telling her that her luggage has "just" (assume "just" is an undefined variable) arrived in Toronto. The Lester B Pearson International Airport in Toronto is 59.92 Kilometres North East of York. How long will it take for Liz to be reunited with her luggage?
a) 2 hours (assuming light Sunday traffic and an average of 30kms/hour)
b) 24 hours
c) 48 hours
d) "Well probably sometime late Tuesday. You don't have anything important in there do you?"
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Something New
I'm off to Montreal for the weekend. I will be auditioning for the Drama and Development program which, theoretically, I will use to qualify for their MA in Drama Therapy.
This path is not so much the hard-core acting path as it is the "combining all things Liz and hoping that works out somehow" path. I would like to work with kids with disabilities doing drama games and puppetry, or at-risk teens doing Shakespeare and Classical productions to buiild character and team work skills.
But part of me still wants to just act. To just follow the dream, move to TO, get an agent and work the theatre/film/TV circuit. I suspect along with a part time gig at the Hudson's Bay Company :S yay.
For that reason I'm auditioning for York's MFA in Acting next Wednesday. I am doing a piece from Waiting for the Parade and Hamlet for my audition. I love both pieces and hope that my off-beat takes on them will play well.
Aside from that I just keep my fingers and toes crossed and pick up as many pennies as I can find.
Here's to a career in the Theatre Arts! (chugs glass of wine)
High diddily dee, an actor's life for me!
This path is not so much the hard-core acting path as it is the "combining all things Liz and hoping that works out somehow" path. I would like to work with kids with disabilities doing drama games and puppetry, or at-risk teens doing Shakespeare and Classical productions to buiild character and team work skills.
But part of me still wants to just act. To just follow the dream, move to TO, get an agent and work the theatre/film/TV circuit. I suspect along with a part time gig at the Hudson's Bay Company :S yay.
For that reason I'm auditioning for York's MFA in Acting next Wednesday. I am doing a piece from Waiting for the Parade and Hamlet for my audition. I love both pieces and hope that my off-beat takes on them will play well.
Aside from that I just keep my fingers and toes crossed and pick up as many pennies as I can find.
Here's to a career in the Theatre Arts! (chugs glass of wine)
High diddily dee, an actor's life for me!
Friday, April 06, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
A Very Special South Park Easter
After a day of dealing with hundreds of jerks at Zellers who decided to observe Easter by swarming our stores to buy thousands of dollars worth of chocolate it was refreshing to find out that there was indeed a reason.
This is actually beautiful... in a weird way:
http://www.allabout-sp.net/?p=season11/1105
This is actually beautiful... in a weird way:
http://www.allabout-sp.net/?p=season11/1105
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