Why I hate being single, #2: Furniture

It’s the little things…things like buying a basic DESK. I live in a nice-sized apartment. The entire building was renovated, inside and out, as I moved in six years ago. It was originally built in 1953, and as such, it has some quirks. This corner was a headache from the moment I moved in. AsContinue reading “Why I hate being single, #2: Furniture”

Reasons I hate being single #1: Roadside Assistance (or, How I spent Father’s Day)

Most men like cars, and thus, most men have a car. Many also fancy themselves mechanics: whether or not they are, they’ve made the weekend trips to Canadian Tire, and acquired the tools to do basic auto repairs without causing too much harm. So: If you’re in a relationship, you likely have access to: A)Continue reading “Reasons I hate being single #1: Roadside Assistance (or, How I spent Father’s Day)”

The reason I walked out of a show? Endometriosis.

Brigitte: Are you sure it’s just cramps? Ginger: Just so you know…the words “just” and “cramps,” they don’t go together. From the film Ginger Snaps This is something I had never, NEVER, done before. I have a condition called endometriosis. (WARNING – description of female biology coming!) Basically, the stuff that comes out during aContinue reading “The reason I walked out of a show? Endometriosis.”

Yes, This Woman too.

Following on from my post yesterday: The incident in Isla Vista happened in part because a gun was allowed to get into the hands of someone who should NOT have been permitted to own, or keep, a gun. In that instance, and others before, another direct cause was misogyny. I don’t need to draw anyone’sContinue reading “Yes, This Woman too.”

Let’s get rid of guns.

Yes. An insane, impossible idea, and one which brings the trolls to this website, I’m sure. Three very, very bad events have happened the last two weeks, in California, then in Moncton, New Brunswick (a place not even many Canadians take note of…our radio broadcasters in Edmonton got the capital city of New Brunswick wrong!),Continue reading “Let’s get rid of guns.”

I’m spoiling the story about the shark.

Beware, anyone yet to visit Iceland – I’m about to tell you the possible whys and hows regarding the infamous Icelandic rotted shark. Your future tour guides may hate me. It’s a story that’s gotten me thinking about food…just, basic food. I first heard about the shark from my fried Laurie, who first visited IcelandContinue reading “I’m spoiling the story about the shark.”

“your famous friend, well I knew him before you, oh yeah!”

With apologies to Franz Ferdinand. To (tangentially) follow up yesterday’s post: there was a director named Matt Kowalchuk, who was hanging about Walterdale Playhouse around the same time I wrote Crushed. He directed a number of shows, including one of my favourite productions ever, of Morris Panych’s Seven Stories. Another fellow I knew ages ago,Continue reading ““your famous friend, well I knew him before you, oh yeah!””

Go see Murderers Confess at Christmastime!

I’ve already tweeted this, but it’s very, very important you go see this show. Jason Chinn is one of my favourite playwrights – not just “local” or someone I know, but one of my favourite writers PERIOD. I’m gleeful when I hear he’s done something new and I can see it. This show has alreadyContinue reading “Go see Murderers Confess at Christmastime!”