Just a nice thing.

One morning earlier this week I was on my way to work, via the bus. It was a nice morning, no rain, a little sun, not too early. I had my ipod on and was having a sweet ease into the day walking to the busstop. I got on the bus and saw a friend sitting at the very back, wearing headphones and reading one of those free dailies we have now. He looked up, we waved and I gestured that I didn't want to talk, I was listening to music, he indicated his paper and headphones and we smiled. I sat next to him and after a few seconds put my arm around him. A beat, then he put his head on my shoulder and kind of leaned into me and continued reading. We stayed like that until my stop, when I kissed him on the forehead and got off the bus. We waved and blew kisses, both beaming. We never uttered a word. It was one of the best mornings I have had in a long time.

boys who dig girls who dig boys who....

You know what I like? Watching boys watch girls. More specifically, I like catching guys watch a girl walk by, look her up and down, and appreciate her blatantly. For some reason this brings me much joy.

No title today.

Has been a busy few weeks, to be sure. Much excitement, some things I can not mention, due to top secrecy. Rest assured, though, all signs point to this being a big year for me. As I have mentioned before.

Had the most fun on Guy MacPherson's radio show on Sunday night. Got to talk about myself for a whole hour. You know how I like that. Check the Comedy Couch website for the podcast of that show...not up yet...but will be...I hope....

http://comedycouch.com/podcasts.htm

Many thoughts of getting life together. Finally taking care of tax life, which will cleverly lead to taking care of medical plan life.

May have to move, may not have to move. Sublettor has announced he is likely, but possibly not, returning April 23rd, will need about 3 weeks in apartment to get stuff out. Wondering if I'll be able to convince landlords to let me live there, could be a hard sell. So, other possibilities? Not sure. Really want to stay in my hood, it's just right for me and so central.

Selling car, but now asking much less for it as needs hefty repairs. Probably sell it to a mechanic. Needs new cylinder head and gaskets. Yikesers. Both mechanics that looked at it said it's the fault of my previous mechanic who did shoddy work on it. Gr. And he was recommended by friends!!

Ok. You've heard from me. Now get patient, because it is unlikely that my posting is going to get any more frequent in the next couple of months. I'll try to get funny and charming on here soon again...blah blah blah.

You boners who didn't make it out to the Here Be Monsters Festival are boners. For real. It's going to happen again next year and it is wonderful and more wonderful. I'm so proud of the team that put it together - Jeff Gladstone, Ryan Gladstone, Heather Lindsay, France Perras, Michael Fitzpatrick, Jen Fitzpatrick-Wilson, Courtenay Dobbie, Michelle Field, and Glen the tech guy, whose last name escapes me. Anyway, kudos to them for raising the cultural bar in this town. An event like this can only serve to educate Vancouver audiences to the great experience that is live theatre. Bring it.

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Rhubarb Rhubarb. (Did someone say something about looooove?)

I finished the play. The short one. Submitted it to the festival. Very pleased with myself. Very very pleased with and grateful to Penelope for sitting on me to get it done. I was talking to my friend Tom today and he was talking about all the things he has started writing and not finished and I told him he needs his own private Penelope. Then I thought that was a good title for something.

Here's some good news, for me at least. Looks like the guy I'm subletting from isn't coming back 'til some time in the fall, so I don't have to move again for a while. Yay, I can finish unpacking! I was starting to feel a bit anxious about finding a spot to be. This totally saves my life for the next few months...have a base while in and out of town, and likely will be able to help my brother out with a place when he needs it, as well. Hopefully we'll be in and out of town at odd times so we can share. Or, actually, I'm not really sure I do hope that, because that would mean we would never see each other. He's still on the beach in Thailand. Man, that'd be nice.

I've decided to put an add on Craigslist asking if anyone would like to take me on a trip to Mexico. How's that for a plan? Could be creepy, but maybe I'll get a trip to Mexico. Or Southern California. Or Arizona. Or any fucking place warm. I need some time being warm. Hot, even. Baking. (Yes, yes, I will wear very strong sunscreen so as not to damage my peaches and cream...)

So, let's say you have been avoiding romantic relationships for a long time for various reasons, and recently you have come to the conclusion that you are ready for one, and then you meet someone who really makes your heart go ba-boom, and you hook up, but maybe he/she lives across a border, or something, and you are unclear on whether he/she would necessarily be interested in pursuing something, even though there was clearly a sweet connection there...how do you make it happen? Or something. My "friend" was asking. It's not me. Why would you think that?

I wrote a play. God, it's satisfying to say that.

And I just won a game of online Scrabble. Always puts me in a good, if a bit smug, mood. Dinner time.

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snow? SNOW?!

Sick again. Feel like it hasn't really left me from the January bout, and keeps rearing it's head. And that head is snotty, indeed.

Strange week, lots of sad anniversaries this week. This is when my dad first collapsed into a coma, a day which remains extremely vivid in my mind, and one which I still can not really talk about, or dwell on. Yeah, that's a portion of the journey that still really terrifies me. For the most part, I have been recovering from the year with much aplomb, I think, but the occasional stab in the heart still catches me by surprise. I have entered this very strange phase of thinking he's alive. It's confusing. Because I have also realized he is never never coming back, but...oh, I haven't quite put it all into words yet. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder of a heart with wings, I got it right after my dad died. I got a scratch right in the middle of the heart and it is bleeding, so it looks like the heart is bleeding. Weird day.

This sensation of his being alive started a couple of weeks ago, the night before my brother left for South Asia. (The bum is laying on a beach as we speak). We were hanging out with a bunch of friends and my brother started telling the story of the time he got the day of a very important flight wrong and nearly had a breakdown with worry. Our dad woke up early and came down to see what the ruckus was and gave him a ride to the airport. When Jesse (my brother) was telling the story, he quoted our dad and for some reason, right for that moment, I completely forgot he was dead. I just thought about how we would laugh about it the next day. It made me feel sort of floaty and out of my own skin, and relieved, and a bit confused. He was so very alive for me in that moment. I didn't tell my brother, he was so relaxed that night, I didn't want to make him cry, and it would have.

Then I went and read "The Way the Crow Flies" by Anne-Marie MacDonald. I actually managed not to sob and sob at the end, mostly because I'm sick and I don't feel like aggravating my snot factory any further. But it was a monumental effort not to just roll up into a little ball and cry and cry and cry. The main character took me right back into myself as a child, and it was like I was revealed to myself. It's been a long time since I related to a work of fiction on such a profound level.

Oy, my head hurts.

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