Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I must be livin' right...

This morning, I won a cheque for $150 from the gym because last month, we had this big sales push and I sold a lot of memberships so I had a lot of ticket entries.
And this afternoon, I received a $75 gift certificate because I made the most phone calls for this Open House we had last week.

And can I tell you? Not a moment too soon...I can finally pay some bills and can get some new clothes for gigging during the holiday season.

I'm on a roll, Baybees! I feel like I should enter the lottery, or phone up Viggo Mortensen and ask him out on a date or something. Somebody come and rub my head, there's more than enough good luck to go around!

PREEEOWWW!

Yesterday was an eventful day. In a good way.

For the first time in three years, I'm actually going to be performing in a play that isn't being produced by Black Theatre Workshop! A crazy carnival musical for the Wildside Festival at Centaur Theatre in January. It's called Cyclops.

I'll be playing a nurse on a psych ward/witch/waitress/whore.
So you know, breaking stereotypes. Yeah. 'Cause that's how we do.

But seriously, I'm very flattered to have been considered for the show, and I'm really excited about working with the cast, thus far they are all actors whose work I really respect. And they happen to be friends. I'm excited and a little bit terrified. No Black Theatre Workshop safety net. But hey, I get to sing, and that's one thing I know I can do well. I've been dying to do a musical ever since Afrika Solo.

More details to come, but in the meantime, give it up for ME!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Finally!

My apartment is tidy! I'm much less ashamed of it. Hurray for me.

Also, Spiderman 3 is a steaming pile of cinematic waste. At first I thought it was just about critics being snobby and having unrealistic expectations of a comic book movie.
But no, Tobey Maguire breaking into song and dance is NOT what I'm looking for from my friendly neighbourhood web-slinger. For a moment I thought I that someone had snuck into my apartment and slipped a roofie into my green tea. But no. The surreality and bizarreness of the scene could not be blamed on any kind of intoxication.

And furthermore, Eastern Promises was AMAZING! and I just wish that Viggo Mortensen would come to his senses and realize that I am the only woman for him. I just feel instinctively that Viggo loves me just the way I am.