Monthly Archive for March, 2005

That’s a term I came up with last night. Like diplomatic immunity, but for the overly creative. There are only 39 entries in Google for “Artistic Immunity.” Perhaps I should patent the idea.

Last night was the Main Event. My hands are still black from the makeup I was putting on people. I chose not to be in this year’s drama events simply because I’d been in every other one. So, in the end I helped out doing makeup; I figured I’d been on the receiving end enough that I could dish some out. It was pretty fun, being behind the scenes for a change.

It was good times. Now I’m going to put on my resume: “Assistant makeup artist for WWF Wrestling event.” Something like that.

Today is March 22nd, in honour of which I trimmed my pubic hair.

In other news, today is March 22nd, one year since I first started blogging. It’s certainly been an interesting year. I wouldn’t hesitate to say it was the best and simultaneously the worst year of my life. Thus, this year was the best and simultaneously the worst year of my life.

The year at a glance (and what made it the best/worst):

- Got a new job, doing maintenance at TACF (great)
- The Passion movie (great)
- Buying turntables (great)
- Playing a lead role in a large stage production and performing in Ottawa (great)
- Turned 18 (amusing surprise birthday present, otherwise great)
- Risked everything (yes, everything) and asked Maija out. Now we’re happily courting (though we don’t call it that, cause it’s weak) (great)
- Due to his homosexuality, my Dad separated from my Mum, and then moved to Australia. (horrible)
- Got a new job, doing Mailroom (and countless extras) duties at TACF (great)
- Got a Nintendo Belt Buckle (freakin great)
- Dad moved back to Toronto, from Australia. Stayed for a week, then moved to New Brunswick (lack of housing/job in TO) (horrible)
- Sparked a humbling debate about “misplaced” female attraction. Or more correctly, “misplaced Pudd’s issues.” Found them again. (not so great)
- Played numerous DJing gigs, including my first real out-of-town hired gig. (amazing!)
- Cut my hair into a mullet (great)

So yeah. As you can see, it’s been a full on year. The horrible parts have been exceedingly horrible. The great parts have been exceedingly great. It all comes down to the mullet. Thus, it was a great year.

God bless, everyone.

…how far it was from New York to Syndey?

http://www.nztraveller.co.nz/distance/distance_calculator.htm

Leave it to New Zealanders like me to come up with nifty ideas like this calculator. Speaking of New Zealanders, it’s been said at work that by having a mullet I’m carrying on the legacy of Hamish, the previous employee in this position. He had a crazy mullet (and serious fu-man-chu for a while).

Found via Rob Barac on his Ensight comment.

Last night I cut my hair into a mullet. Sadly, I must cut it off by Saturday at the latest. But it’ll be a fun week. I’ve been singing Five Iron Frenzy to myself all night:

“Cutting it short on top,
I want that for me.
Growing it long in the back,
So savage and so free.”

In other amusing news, my mother arrived back from the Catch the Wave cruise, and brought me a pipe! It’s quite an interesting pipe, looking more like a Caribbean ganja pipe than an Irish gentleman’s pipe. But that’s quite alright. It’s actually a nifty little thing, because it unscrews and you can rearrange it to different pipe shapes. All equally smokeable, but looking very different. I’ll show you some time. I plan to light it up for the first time when I got to New Brunswick in May.

Oh yeah, I’m going to New Brunswick in May. I bought my lovely girlfriend airplane tickets for Valentine’s Day, and we’re flying out for May long weekend. We’ll be visiting Jacob, my Dad, and some of Maija’s family. It’s gonna be great.

Last night I finally wrote some more of a screenplay I’ve been working on for a couple of years. I’ve been writing very sporadically, but it’s almost done. I also laid down some sweet records. Good times.

You should all check out www.tacf.org and hit up the Freshwind page. I’m on there. W00t.

Been listening to Project 86 lately, since I got my CD back from Maija’s house. They’re newest CD is really good. I mentioned it. I’m especially liking this song…

Shadow on Me
These petals
This blackened rose
In a soil all my own
Shrouding your hallowed ground
Like seeds who’ll never sow
Like forgery and larceny
And my ill-gained revelry
I recite these scripted lines
While embers of a different time…
Go drifting by

Can you see a shadow on me
Calling me to leave
Find in me a trace of you in
All this tragedy
(You’re the only home I know)

So take me in these fleeting moments
Of solitude in you
Remove this fascination with shadow and remove)
This shattered self of preservation
Commitment to undo
All that you forgave and give
And all you promised to
And all you promised to…

Can you see a shadow on me
Calling me to leave
Find in me a trace of you in
All this tragedy
(You’re the only home I know)

Can you see the shadow lifting?
Drifting home again

The non-italicized verse is one of my favourites.