I don't know about this blogging thing. Once upon a time, when I was far away, it seemed a useful way of keeping people updated on stuff. Now I'm not far away anymore and I'm not sure of its purpose other than as a writing exercise.
Of course, now I'm far away from some people that I wasn't before, now that I'm back closer to people whom I was previously far away from.
It felt good being far away from where I was from, like I was accomplishing something, doing things.
Now that I'm back in my 'home town' it feels like I'm spinning my wheels, like I'm not accomplishing much. When I was away, even if there wasn't anything going on, there was always the comforting thought of 'At least you got somewhere.'
Now the feeling is kind of one of 'Shore Leave's over.'
Somehow, summer has flown by...and the bell has rung and I'm back sitting in the classroom trying to stay awake, watching the clock, hoping that 3:30 comes soon.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Difference between Rich Kids and the rest of us
Biking through tony Rosedale I happens across some kids selling lemonade, proceeds of which go to some charity in Africa. Lemonade's a buck, lemonade and cookies $2.
Being a proponent of the New World Order and its cashless society, only scratch I have on me is a quarter.
Now, seeing as the actual cost of a glass of lemonade to them (I mean Mom and Dad) is probably around a penny, I'm thinking they still come out ahead...well not little Tiffany (or Stephanie, Jessica, Cassiopia...yes, I'm dating myself with the 80's rich girl names instead of Maddox or Potion) according to her, when I asked her if a quarter was enough, she said "Sure, enough for a quarter of a glass."
Next time I'll bike Forest Hill...chances might be better of finding a mensch under 12.
Being a proponent of the New World Order and its cashless society, only scratch I have on me is a quarter.
Now, seeing as the actual cost of a glass of lemonade to them (I mean Mom and Dad) is probably around a penny, I'm thinking they still come out ahead...well not little Tiffany (or Stephanie, Jessica, Cassiopia...yes, I'm dating myself with the 80's rich girl names instead of Maddox or Potion) according to her, when I asked her if a quarter was enough, she said "Sure, enough for a quarter of a glass."
Next time I'll bike Forest Hill...chances might be better of finding a mensch under 12.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Meet the new Van...same as the old Van.
Back in VanCity for 9 days, 8 nights of non-stop shtupping.
Well of course...there's nothing else to do when it rains non-stop. Actually snowed here yesterday. I was blamed.
It feels kind of like I never left...which leads me to wonder if the last 3 months were not in fact some LSD-induced hallucination. Seeing as I can't seem to find any keys to a Vancouver apartment, I'd say probably not.
Things were getting a bit busy in Toronto before I left, I had signed with a voice agency and missed a big audition for Nelvana this week...damn. Next time.
It'd be nice to be working enough to be able to afford to maintain residences in both cities and fly back and forth for work, maybe sublet the Vancouver place to someone I could kick out with advance notice whenever I roll into town, or get a dog that's smart enough to feed itself, take itself out for walks, and look after the place when I'm away.
Speaking of dogs, I was out running and saw a Doberman standing beside a similarly coloured Daschund(what the kids call a wiener-dog.) The daschund looked like something the doberman had pooped out. So that's how wiener dogs are made.
Well of course...there's nothing else to do when it rains non-stop. Actually snowed here yesterday. I was blamed.
It feels kind of like I never left...which leads me to wonder if the last 3 months were not in fact some LSD-induced hallucination. Seeing as I can't seem to find any keys to a Vancouver apartment, I'd say probably not.
Things were getting a bit busy in Toronto before I left, I had signed with a voice agency and missed a big audition for Nelvana this week...damn. Next time.
It'd be nice to be working enough to be able to afford to maintain residences in both cities and fly back and forth for work, maybe sublet the Vancouver place to someone I could kick out with advance notice whenever I roll into town, or get a dog that's smart enough to feed itself, take itself out for walks, and look after the place when I'm away.
Speaking of dogs, I was out running and saw a Doberman standing beside a similarly coloured Daschund(what the kids call a wiener-dog.) The daschund looked like something the doberman had pooped out. So that's how wiener dogs are made.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Smells like writing
To avoid creation of any actual material...
Living in the middle of the city and also in the middle of nowhere at the same time. I'm a 10 minute bus ride from a subway station but a half hour walk from any other bus: the rich folk all drive cars, you see. I did discover a secret way to walk along the railway tracks straight to Yonge Street without meandering through endless cul-de-sacs...it'll do till spring comes and I get the bike on the road.
Don't know how long I'll live here. Doesn't feel like home for some reason, possibly due to aforementioned train tracks in lieu of backyard ocean.
I need a job of some sort. My cash savings will only last so long, and murder mysteries are not regular enough at this time of year to pay the bills, also unlike Vancouver, I'm the new guy and lack the seniority to be offered every show...there doesn't seem to be much out there right now, good thing for savings.
I love being able to see Natasha regularly...being a GOOD DAD, best I can. Picking her up after school, going to a movie or a spur-of-the moment Marlies game for $10. Yes, for $10 you can see basically the same AHL team the Leafs have been icing all season- two words for anyone paying to go to the ACC: SUCK-ER!
I DO miss Vancouver, the ocean and mountains on a rare sunny winter's day...the Oyama Sausage Factory...not the high price of basic groceries though...that $6 jar of peanut butter and $13 block of cheese goes for 3 and 7 dollars here, even at so-called 'expensive stores'
Since noone is reading this I may as well pontificate further on the raging debate going on in my head right now without the need to be cryptic...Vancouver wasn't just sea and sausages...if by chance she's reading this right now she may be shocked to see me admit that I fell unexpectedly head over heels in love, and especially since moving out on my own in Hogtown nary a moment goes by that she is not missed.
To find such a love so soon after being married was perhaps unwanted, but not unappreciated, despite whatever 'resistance' I may have manifested out of fear, stupidity, or restlessness.
Moving back to Toronto has forced me to look at that love, and decide if I want it to have a future, whatever sort of future that might be remains mysterious save that it would be free of any type of legal committment: To that is something we have both heartily drunk.
But is it the Safe Choice? It seems to be the easy choice, the expected choice(for both of us) in some ways, the Hard Choice in others...beats being alone, or does it? Certainly takes the pressure off finding anyone ELSE, at our age...in our business...that UNDERSTANDS what we're going through like we both do...if it's the Safe, the Pussy thing to do, then that's never been what I'm about.
I made a mistake long ago that led to certain things that I don't think I could stand repeating...but didn't seem like a mistake at the time.
Shit, it's 2AM..nothing left to do but seek inspiration from the Drowned God:
God of the Sea
Help me to Be
Help me to See
oh, yeah...for those of you that hadn't heard, that's my new religion right there. Made going to church LITERALLY a day at the beach!
Living in the middle of the city and also in the middle of nowhere at the same time. I'm a 10 minute bus ride from a subway station but a half hour walk from any other bus: the rich folk all drive cars, you see. I did discover a secret way to walk along the railway tracks straight to Yonge Street without meandering through endless cul-de-sacs...it'll do till spring comes and I get the bike on the road.
Don't know how long I'll live here. Doesn't feel like home for some reason, possibly due to aforementioned train tracks in lieu of backyard ocean.
I need a job of some sort. My cash savings will only last so long, and murder mysteries are not regular enough at this time of year to pay the bills, also unlike Vancouver, I'm the new guy and lack the seniority to be offered every show...there doesn't seem to be much out there right now, good thing for savings.
I love being able to see Natasha regularly...being a GOOD DAD, best I can. Picking her up after school, going to a movie or a spur-of-the moment Marlies game for $10. Yes, for $10 you can see basically the same AHL team the Leafs have been icing all season- two words for anyone paying to go to the ACC: SUCK-ER!
I DO miss Vancouver, the ocean and mountains on a rare sunny winter's day...the Oyama Sausage Factory...not the high price of basic groceries though...that $6 jar of peanut butter and $13 block of cheese goes for 3 and 7 dollars here, even at so-called 'expensive stores'
Since noone is reading this I may as well pontificate further on the raging debate going on in my head right now without the need to be cryptic...Vancouver wasn't just sea and sausages...if by chance she's reading this right now she may be shocked to see me admit that I fell unexpectedly head over heels in love, and especially since moving out on my own in Hogtown nary a moment goes by that she is not missed.
To find such a love so soon after being married was perhaps unwanted, but not unappreciated, despite whatever 'resistance' I may have manifested out of fear, stupidity, or restlessness.
Moving back to Toronto has forced me to look at that love, and decide if I want it to have a future, whatever sort of future that might be remains mysterious save that it would be free of any type of legal committment: To that is something we have both heartily drunk.
But is it the Safe Choice? It seems to be the easy choice, the expected choice(for both of us) in some ways, the Hard Choice in others...beats being alone, or does it? Certainly takes the pressure off finding anyone ELSE, at our age...in our business...that UNDERSTANDS what we're going through like we both do...if it's the Safe, the Pussy thing to do, then that's never been what I'm about.
I made a mistake long ago that led to certain things that I don't think I could stand repeating...but didn't seem like a mistake at the time.
Shit, it's 2AM..nothing left to do but seek inspiration from the Drowned God:
God of the Sea
Help me to Be
Help me to See
oh, yeah...for those of you that hadn't heard, that's my new religion right there. Made going to church LITERALLY a day at the beach!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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