Promises promises...

so, I promised Dan that I'd put up a post by Monday.

That didn't work out so well.

And now I'm running out the door to go to work. So, no time for a real post.

This week, I promise (we can see how strong my promises are...)

Dream a little dream...

I have recently discovered the television series Heroes.

And by recently discovered I should say, I finally started watching it even though it had been sitting around forever.

I was immediately hooked. I watched all 23 episodes in a couple weeks.

This is not the most interesting of news, I'll admit, so what, mainja becomes addicted to cheesy sci-fi, hardly surprising.

But here's the thing. It seems to have seeped into my psyche a bit. So, I find myself repeatedly having dreams about having powers that I can't control and people are getting hurt and dying because of it. And you know what? Those aren't the most relaxing dreams in the world. They really don't result in a nice fresh faced relaxed morning.

So, I thought perhaps by writing it out on my blog I could officially put out a plea to the powers that are infiltrating my subconscious to leave me the fuck alone.

Perhaps if I wore a tin foil hat to bed...

Congratuations Judith Thompson!

An old prof of mine just won an award from Canada Council for the performing arts. So, although she'll never ever see this post, I just wanted to say congrats!

The story from CBC:

Toronto-based playwright Judith Thompson has been named the winner of a $50,000 Canada Council for the Arts performing arts prize.

On Tuesday, the Council announced that Thompson won the 2007 Walter Carsen Prize for Excellence in the Performing Arts.

A peer assessment committee hailed Thompson as "one of the most dynamic and unique theatrical voices anywhere."

"This Canadian visionary, whose often disturbing work never leaves audiences unmoved, continues to break new ground even as her plays are produced, anthologized, and honoured across the nation and the world," the group said in a statement.

"Along with her significant achievements in writing for stage, film and radio, she is increasingly influential as a theatre director, educator and mentor."

In addition to penning theatre works such as The Crackwalker, White Biting Dog, I Am Yours and Lion in the Streets, the Montreal-born playwright has written screenplays (Perfect Pie, Lost and Delirious) and radio dramas (Tornado ), and has adapted and directed theatre productions.

Thompson, who graduated from the National Theatre School, has previously been honoured with a host of awards, including two Governor General's Literary Awards, the Toronto Arts Award and the Prix Italia.

Named an officer of the Order of Canada in 2005, she has also taught acting and writing for theatre at the University of Guelph.

First presented in 2001, the Walter Carsen Prize was created after the Toronto businessman and arts philanthropist made a $1.1 million donation to the Canada Council.

Though awarded annually, the prize recognizes three performing arts genres on a rotating basis: dance, theatre and music.

Past recipients include former dancer Veronica Tennant, composer R. Murray Schafer and playwright John Murrell.

umm, why?

why exactly do you suppose I have been cursed with having the song "white wedding" stuck in my head?

just wondering...

I had something interesting, I promise, I did!

Well, I had an interesting thing to blog about, I'm sure of it, I thought of it, I thought 'gee, that would be a good thing to blog' and then I went about doing whatever I was doing.

Unfortunately all I can remember is the bit about it being a good thing to blog, not the bit where I know what "it" is.

So, in it's stead I will tell you a story, a story of a joke, a story of a joke that John made.

A while ago my mum was trying to fall asleep but was unsuccessful and when we came upstairs she commented "I'm jerking so much I can't sleep". I might take a moment to explain here that by jerking what my mum means is her body involuntarily flailing about, occasionally accompanied but guttural noises. It's kind of like she gets bedtime Tourette's or something.

Right, okay, so, back to the story...

Mum - "I'm jerking so much I can't sleep"
John - "Yeah, I had that problem when I was a teenager"

Meg - rolling on the bed laughing her ass off...

~fin~