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erin sent me the ~~best video~~ second best video I've ever seen.

(Yours is better.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 05, 2006

Snowcake was a beautiful movie, really lovely. Of course Gina RUINED Mark's ONE line, which got a big laugh from the audience, by talking over it so I have no idea what he said. But Alan Rickman was... purrrrrrrrr.

And I didn't expect it, because I am a silly, but of course the great thing about film festivals is that the filmmakers are actually in the audience there with you. That small blob on the left is Alan Rickman. Here's another-- the small, bright blob to the left of the darker one in the middle, that's him. My camera phone takes crappy far-away shots, but I can tell it's him. Purrrrr.

What a lovely and needed distraction. The greatest thing was that JANET VAN DE GRAAF was in the movie, and Bob Martin was thanked in the credits (along with Mark.) And of course I am all obsessed with those guys since seeing The Drowsy Chaperone. Even though, um, I don't really know who Janet Van De Graf is, still, and I can't even remember which character she played in the movie. (Was she the annoying blonde lady, or the annoying brunette lady? I don't know!)

And Callum Keith Rennie was in it too. And Jayne Eastwood. Who's been in every Canadian production of anything, ever.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:07 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 04, 2006

So, you know, you work closely with someone 8 hours a day for 2 years and if they're good people, you get to consider them a friend and care about them. And so it is very, very sad when something terrible happens to them. When they suffer a loss, it is impossible not to hurt for them. My job in this scenario is to Get the Work Done, to be Normal and Positive, to be as Tavie as ever I can be, to maintain the ph-balance of the Mindless Drone Zone. Because sometimes when unspeakably bad things happen, the Mindless Drone Zone is the only place you can be. I know it. You know it. Dogs know it!

So you have to take your compassion and stuff it in a sack and channel it towards nonreaction, normality, silliness, grumpiness, everything you always are throughout the course of a normal day, because that's the best way you can help.

But inside, okay, you are crying and your heart just hurts for them. You are.

And now, to escape that, I am going to go see that Canadian movie starring Alan Rickman.

Mmmm, Alan Rickman.

Mmmm, Canadians.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:10 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Things I learned at work today:

I am a racist.

Pictures of baby gorillas are racist.

I am a crybaby.

Wait, I knew that one.

What a terrible, terrible day. I'm so glad it's over. Everything hurts.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:31 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Because my room overlooks a fairly well-lit street and is dominated by large windows, I have grown accustomed to sleeping with an eye mask to block out the light.

Last night I woke up at 4 in the morning and found that I had ripped the damn thing off my head. I mean, I snapped the band that holds it on your head, snapped it clean away from the mask. Sleep-grogged, I had to tie it back on in a clumsy knot.

What the hell was I dreaming about? I wonder if this is related to the mysterious scratches that sometimes materialize on my left knuckles.

I hope I don't have that funky-ass parasomnia where you go out and commit violent acts while asleep.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 01, 2006

An Open Letter to The Person Who Moved the Vacuum Cleaner So It Blocks The Path to the Bathroom in the Middle of the Night When It's Invisible and Someone is Groping Their Way In the Dark to Go Have a Pee:

Don't do that!

Sincerely,

Stumbly McCrashersplat

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:47 PM | shower me with attention

Some sweet karma flowing. Fresh from my disappointing run-in with the NJ transit police who issued a demand for $74 of my hard-earned money for one small slip of protocol, I came into work feeling, how did Bob Martin put it, "a little self-conscious anxiety resulting in non-specific sadness... in other words, blue."

There at work, I was surprised during our company's monthly update meeting to be awarded Employee of the Month. Complete with a check (for more than thrice my ticket penalty) and a shiny trophy on a heavy marble base, that for some reason, made me think of spittoons and bludgeoning people. (I think this second alarmed J a little, because I kept repeating it. So silly; I don't want to bludgeon him. He's the one who nominated me for the award in the first place. I just want to bludgeon, you know, terrorists and rapists and stuff.)

Anyway. That cheered me up a bit. It's nice to be recognized and appreciated and awarded and repeatedly congratulated. I'd never won a trophy before. I got medals in grade school for honour roll and an honourable mention ribbon in a science fair once and I think that's about it.

I'd like to thank my parents, and my agent David Himelfarb, and Hitler, and my roommates Gina and Cheryl, and my fellow team leaders Brando*, Space Drink* and Play-Doh*, and, of course, Mon Capitan.

*Not their real names, but very cleverly related to their real names. Oh, the cleverness of me. Crow-crow-crow.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:41 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, April 30, 2006

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