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Thursday, September 8th, 2011
9:22 am
Does anybody know where to buy the Toronto Star in town?

I need a definite place to buy it, not places to try. I've already tried many different news stands and have been unable to find it.
Thursday, July 21st, 2011
9:45 pm
I have an idea.

See, I like cooking, but I'm a single girl. It's hard to cook nice old fashioned cooked meals just for one without having so many leftovers that it makes you sick. (And I can only force my roommate to eat so much. After a while, standing in his office door, jumping up and down, and yelling "EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT!" just gets creepy.)

Sooooo...What I'm proposing is like a cookie exchange (each person makes a bunch of cookies and exchange dozens) but with dinners.

You can get take-out boxes that are suitable for freezing from places like the Real Canadian Wholesale and from restaurant supply places.

Does this tickle anyone's fancy?

I'd like to try making my pineapple ginger pulled pork again...
Wednesday, July 20th, 2011
1:48 pm
And so Stampede is officially over for me for another year.

Man. I slept twelve hours last night.

I bought a bottle of pink sparkling wine to celebrate, but ended up falling asleep before I could drink it.
Tuesday, July 12th, 2011
4:32 pm
Agnostic:

1. a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as god, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience.


Why I am an Agnostic (or The Only Time You'll Probably Ever Hear Me Discuss Religion)Collapse )
Monday, June 27th, 2011
12:54 am
Hurrhurrhurr...


Friday, June 17th, 2011
11:05 am
Guess who got on the Grandstand show crew?

Meeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I don't think I'm on skeleton crew, but I'll be getting at least three weeks work from them, and that's pretty damned good in my books.
Friday, May 13th, 2011
1:37 pm
HALDO!

I have a bunch of crew shirts I want to get rid of. They're all XL (because apparently technicians are all fat), and generally say 'local crew' or the tour name or something like that. They've all been worn by me a couple of times, but are all clean.

Rhiana: purple

My Chemical Romance: black

Black Eyed Peas: purple

Tom Petty: yellow

Carrie Underwood: green

Rockstar Energy Drinks 'Uproar' (it was a metal festival): black

Coldplay: white (or yellow, I can't remember because I'm not sure where it is right now).

I also have a Pacman shirt, which is white, and also XL.

Comment and yea, it shall be yours.
Thursday, May 5th, 2011
12:59 am
I haven't dropped off the face of the planet, I promise!

I'm just kind of...hiding in my house because I'm not working.

Anti-social wooooooooooooooooooooo...
Friday, March 25th, 2011
11:00 am
Monday, March 21st, 2011
10:08 pm
Haldo everybody!

Is anyone planning on day tripping and/or going up Saturday morning to Winter War?

See, I've got this play to open, which I kind of forgot about until today. Maybe you've heard of it. Much Ado About Nothing?

Anyway. I also have a spare ticket. A free spare ticket.

Anybody?
Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
4:09 pm
This reminded me of any number of my friends:


1:52 pm
I found a book which I think all us heathens should do well for reading.

I, for one, wish to profit when the rapture comes.
Tuesday, February 1st, 2011
7:44 pm
Who all is going to Investiture?

I'm looking for a ride, I am, but all I've heard people talk about is Estrella.
Monday, January 24th, 2011
8:11 pm
So Saturday James and I went pootering around the city. In the evening, I managed to talk him into seeing Burlesque (starring Christina Agulara and Cher) at the Moviedome.

Now...I have to stand up and say something here.

My name is Rosie, and I...am a dance movie addict.

*pause for stunned silence*

I KNOW RITE?!

Not ONLY am I addicted to musicals, participate in a hobby which is just shy of LARPing, and work in theatre, but I also love me some dance movies.

There are some good (read 'good') dance movies out there (like Strictly Ballroom, and Dirty Dancing) and some more questionable ones (Take the Lead, Shall We Dance). They all pretty much follow the same storyline: someone who is good at dancing saves someone else, with the power of dance.

This one, of course, was no exception. The storyline, at it's core, is thus:

SUMMARY HOORAY!!1!Collapse )

I went to this movie wanting nothing more than some flashy dance numbers, and Christina Aguilera wearing very little clothing. Not only was I definitely not disappointed (one number she wears nothing but carefully arranged strings of pearls), I got the added bonus of a little bit of Alan Cummings (including one brief number by him and two girls, which reminded me strongly of Cabaret's 'Two Ladies'), and a healthy dose of Stanley Tucci (whom I positively adore; he's so underrated).

For the most part the storyline was vague and choppy, making little sense and being more frustrating than anything, and the club's stage seemed to grow or shrink without logic or reason, but the few scenes between Cher and Stanley Tucci were, surprisingly, very touching. It proved to me that a good actor doesn't need a good script to envoke feeling.

Go see it in the cheap theatres, but only if you like naked ladies and/or flashy dance numbers. Or Stanley Tucci. Mmmmmmmmm...

Otherwise rent it, if only to see Cher in a sexy Captain's uniform and Christina Agulara wearing nothing but pearls.
Monday, January 17th, 2011
3:32 pm
Montengarde 12th Night, in excruciating detailCollapse )

In other news, I was in Sunterra this afternoon, buying lunch. I paused to put on my gloves, etc, and this well dressed business fellow in a long scarf bee-lines toward me with this expression on his face.

"Are you wearing a katamari on your head?" he asks, somewhat breathlessly.

"Why yes!" says I. "Yes I am! I'm impressed. Most people don't know what it is!"

"Ah," he says, blushing. "Yes. Well."

"Is that," I say, pointing to the striped, knitted scarf that is dangling near his toes, "a Dr. Who scarf you are wearing there?"

"Why yes!" he says. "Yes it is."

And you know why I have the worst luck when it comes to men? Because he followed it up with:

"My girlfriend made it for me."

FUCK YOU, LOVE LIFE. Fuck. You.
Friday, December 31st, 2010
12:31 am
Alright. More horror. This isn`t as ghastly as usual because I had to get the damned story going. Sex is all good and well, but sex without a storyline is like a bicycle without a fish. Or, you know, what ever.

I promise more vague and disgusting metaphors for penis in the next go around.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Oh, I should put a disclaimer: I`m just picking names randomly out of the air. None of the characters are supposed to be anything but vague and terrible stereotypes. (I`m saying this because I`m pretty sure there`s a Magda in the barony, and the Magda in this story is really, really, really not based on anyone.)

It`s a long one this time. I feel the need to apologize for that.

A Queen in Her Own Right: Part 5Collapse )

Er. Yes. Sorry about that.
Thursday, December 30th, 2010
12:54 am
I wrote a fair chunk of A Queen in Her Own Right on the bus back to Calgary, but I'm not sure if it's TOO terrible to post, of, frankly, not terrible enough. I don't think I have enough laboured and confusing metaphors in there...

What do you folks think? Are you willing to risk it?
Thursday, December 2nd, 2010
5:32 pm
I...I think I'm in love.

Good LORD.

But no, I just bought an expensive dress, and I'm going to 12th Night this year, so no more dresses.

But still, I don't think I'll be alone in saying this: damn.
Wednesday, November 10th, 2010
9:28 pm
Aah! I just got the email saying my dress has been shipped! SO EXCITED! :D

Shoes, shoes, now I need shoes!
Tuesday, November 9th, 2010
6:48 pm
I've been working like a monster and deserve something pretty, so I bought the dress.

Hooray for me! Now I just need some green or red shoes to go with it...
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