Tuesday, February 28, 2006

This Hoity-Toit Lady

So, this morning, as I was driving into work, I was listening to CBC Radio One as I am wont to do. Sidenote: Mr. Rose made fun of me a couple of days ago for my lack of comma use, these sentences are for you baby!

Back to my main topic, this hoity-toit lady was talking about how 95% of blogs are a complete waste of time. Not just a waste of time mind you, a complete waste of time. And I thought....huh, you're probably right hoity-toit lady, you're probably right.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Spout the Party Line

You know how when you're travelling you hit that one place that you hate. And then you come back and you're telling people how much you dislike Morocoo and they go on and on about how much they loooooved Morocco. Well, Willi's blog reminded me of how much I disliked Cambodia. (as a side note, it also reminded me of how much i liked Willi)

From the very second I had to get on to that tiny 4-seats-across plane I knew I was in trouble. I was at the end of a six-month internship, six very long months away from friends, family and anything that reminded me of home, and I decided to take the opportunity to visit Angkor Wat. Ultimately, perhaps, a mistake. I would have been happier spending my last days on the beach or wandering the streets of Bangkok.

Cambodia was horrible for me. The people were friendly, sure, but only because I was a huge, fat, walking dollar sign to them. It's bad enough being a fat, white, single girl travelling in Asia...that's a whole entry and a half on it's own...but to be constantly reminded that I am also a selfish, wealthy capitalist...well, it proved too much for me. On the one hand I don't want to give them my money...after all I do work in the arts, it's not like I'm made of money at home. But on the other hand that essential MEC backpack I'm toting whilst trekking around these ancient ruins would cost them a year's salary.

And the backpackers...to see myself reflected in all those dreadlocks and tie-dye. Every step I took across Angkor was tainted for me. I couldn't really talk about it to anyone because ultimately you can't complain about travelling, you can complain about being ripped off or the spicy food making you sick or being forced to eat fish paste by stuffy business men with only the best intentions. But you can't complain about the whole thing, it makes people mad. Who are you to not enjoy this experience denied to so many?

An so, ultimately I left Cambodia feeling dirty. And whenever people ask me about Angkor Wat with that knowing sparkle in their eyes waiting for me to lavish them with stories about how great, how majestic, how life-changing it was....well, I smile politely and spout the party line while trying to push that nasty aftertaste back down to my toes where it belongs.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Damn you Doogie Howser!

Ha! See, just like a diary. I'll be here every day for about a week and then it'll start to trail off.....

I'm waiting to sell tickets for a show. You know how I was celebrating about all my free time away from the theatre? yes, well.....I signed up to work every night this week in the same damn theatre. Damn you Doogie Howser! The things I do for you.

Oh yes, you heard me right. I am working extra to save up money to purchase Season 1 of Doogie Howser MD. Why? Because I can't find it to rent it. What? Ohhhhhh, why do I want to watch it? Lord only knows. I had a desperate crush on Doogie back in the day. I hope he doesn't let me down. How bad could it be?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

End of an Era

It's just like keeping a diary....and I am just as bad at it. I have been distracted of late running my little community theatre company. But that has drawn to a close...even if we do ressurect ourselves our season always ends at this time of year.

On the one hand I'm a little bit sad, it's the end of an era. I have been so heavily involved with this theatre company for 6 years! To take away that much volunteer time commitment leaves me at a loss for how I will occupy my time. How do people fill their empty lives? And furthermore, theatre is how I meet new people, which brings me to.....

On the other hand I'm a little bit happy. My time is freed up to explore things other than theatre. Not that I don't love it but I work in one all day, seperation will be refreshing. And furthermore, theatre people are snobby and cliquey...can't say I'm going to miss that aspect of meeting people.

The Watermelon Guy may be cute but he's not a god people! Just a guy who is not good enough to go pro.