Why I hate being single #4: Food

I will say first: I love to cook. I make killer chocolate trifle. The Ukrainian lady who gave me her recipe for borscht said I was a very good cook – high praise. I make cookies every year for Christmas presents, and people anticipate them.

But here’s the problem: When I cook for just me (which is almost always) I always make too much. If it’s something that doesn’t keep well – which happens often, because I like trying new recipes to prevent boredom – I end up throwing away most of it. So I find recently I’m not cooking as much. It’s a waste of money, and time. I’m…enjoying it less.

I have a Costco membership to get the cheaper gas, and it’s good for bigger things that you can store – paper towels, bottled juice, canned tuna. I’ve learned NOT to buy the single servings of amazing greek yogurt or hummus though…because I’ll only get halfway through the box before the rest expires.

Every now and then, I take myself out for dinner, and I’ve learned over time which restaurants are nice to single people, and which will treat me like a fast food customer because I take up too much space and don’t spend enough money. If a restaurant has a bar, I usually squeeze in there, and ignore the rowdy university students on either side of me while I drink ginger ale.

Yesterday, the pain came. Yes, this is how I know my endometriosis is back, when I’m in horrendous pain for NO REASON. It’s on days like that when I should really be eating home-cooked vegetables. But it’s on days like that when I feel least like cooking – which involves standing. So I end up eating take-out instead. Because there’s no one to cook for me, but me.

This would require finding a man who can cook. Which is reason #4 (of several) that my crush on this man hasn’t abated yet.

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THE WHEATLEYS KNOW WHO I AM.

In the great sea of the internet, anyway.

This is what happened on Twitter today:

iPhone capture from Twitter.

iPhone capture from Twitter.

I have been waiting to see this film since last July. I tweeted this musing randomly (what else is Twitter but random musing?) on my lunch break from my day job. And get a reply from what I incredulously assumed was a spambot, or a fan who tweets under Mr Wheatley’s name. But on looking at the profile of @mr_wheatley (followed by Tom Hiddleston and Mark Gatiss, among others), and looking at the website

It could be Ben Wheatley and Amy Jump’s staff, managing their blog, who look for any mention of their films. BUT WHO CARES?

So, yeah. Tonight, I have an APN phone meeting, and then I need to renew some artist memberships — because I’m a card-carrying artist. And then, instead of doing dishes OR watching A Field in England, I’m going to write. Because Mr and Mrs Wheatley told me to!

No Coriolanus for me. Now wondering why, exactly…

And lo, there was much fury at the Scotiabank Cinemas in West Edmonton Mall on the 30th of January in this year of 2014 (AD), for the many buyers of tickets for the National Theatre Live showing of Coriolanus from London, England, which was not to be.

What WE were told at WEM was there was a satellite issue in Toronto, and the first half of the show wasn’t filmed. I was offered a refund or two special event passes to use later… though I had to wait in line then and there in order to get them.

But wait! It gets Better!

I texted Amy – my director and fellow Shakespeare nut – and she advised me the play was showing at HER location…South Edmonton Common.

I received this news as I was about to drive home. I wanted to march back into the theatre and roar, but I know the staff had nothing to do with this call and would be as perplexed as me.

One woman ahead of me, another disappointed Coriolanus-goer, lamented to her husband: “Why are we in Edmonton?”

Alas. I really hope they figure out a way to show the encore still.

Should there be anyone out there thinking theatre is ONLY fun…

I know there are some people who genuinely believe theatre can only ever be a hobby. You put on a costume, you walk onstage, people look at you and clap. It’s easy. It’s fun!

I’ve learned, however, that theatre is only as much fun as the work you put into it. The harder you work on it, the more fun it is.

Observe, and then tell me this looks like mere “fun”.

Oh by the way; this is showing LIVE at the movie theatre in West Edmonton Mall next Thursday, 30 January. I bought my ticket in September.

A public service announcement to all men who hate women

I saw these on Twitter today:

Ahem. To all of men out there who agree with this point of view and argue it’s your free-speech right to say so…this geek girl exercises her free speech to give the following examples of men who disagree with you:

Joss Whedon thinks you’re wrong.

Tom Hiddleston thinks you’re wrong.

And

SIR Patrick Stewart

, Captain Picard, thinks you’re really, REALLY wrong.

Since THESE men don’t think women are stupid slaves who need to shut up, it will be a Canadian winter’s day in hell before I ever believe YOU.

Thank you.

ps Love to Toronto and Lac Mégantic. Stupid world.