I'm still alive, barely. I've got this damned cold, the one I knew I'd get even way back in June. It never fails; the kids are in school for their first week, and the next week, I'm coughing, heaving, and generally feel like death. How's that for prediction? I'm no longer working for the university. I've opted out of that mess, and have gotten myself into a whole new one. I'm working for TNT (The New Theatre) in my hometown, and I'm totally surprised that I was able to transition int...

I'm in the final stretch of my work at the Theatre. I've completed my original contract, was asked to work for the Centre for Indigenous Theatre (Toronto) for 3 weeks, and have agreed to carry on an extra week with my original employer. I'm relieved that it's almost over, though not glad, simply because unemployment and all that bullshit is looming, without a bright light in sight. It's hard remaining at work with a person I don't really get along with, professionally. As a person, I adm...

There's so much running around in my head these days, that it's pretty hard to think straight... This is my last offical production at the theatre, and it's running slowly, but smoothly. For my job at least, the first week of a 3 week residency is rather slow. As there's a stage manager present, I don't have the same chores and tasks that I usually have. I don't have to keep stage notes, I don't have to revise schedules, I don't have to hold everybody's hand while trying to run around for ...

I'll admit it; I miss blogging. I miss writing , actually. It's funny, but somewhere between work and my home life, I've given up the daily act of writing, then posting every random thought, every turbulent emotion, every questionable behaviour outted by myself, quite freely. Even more though, I miss the exchange, the socialness that is Joeuser. Most of my favorites are gone, though. I guess they've moved on as well. Something keeps bringing me back here, though. You know the say...

I've been hiding out in a basement today, both trying to keep cool, avoiding the phone, and not wanting to speak to others. I feel like a teenaged boy as I surf the net endlessly, listening to music way too loud, and funneling caffeine like it's spring water. The only thing missing is the porn. I am having work issues, and am just fed up after a rather tense exchange of voicemail and email with my boss. There are so many ways to lay it all out, but I'll take the short road and simply say t...

I entered the bar, and man, was it hot. Everybody thinks Canada is one motherfucking cold place, and I suppose, in some parts, it is. But in my little part of the country, it's pretty manageable. Yes, you need a winter jacket after Halloween, usually, and no, you aren't wearing longjohns into April. However, I don't know if it is global warming or not, but the summers seem hotter than a tin roof rusted, and it's already begun. I can't take the heat. I'm not fond of frigid temperature...

I stood in the middle of a thunderstorm the other day, getting soaked but not minding much. It was scarier only five minutes earlier when the sky was grey and the wind whipped viciously, lobbing hail like confetti at a freakshow wedding. I really thought that a tornado was about to touch down as the sky was green, and I couldn't see the river anymore from my office window. The building had been empty, as most were done with convocation and had left for other places. I was alone in my wing of...

For all the new things in my life, I find it increasingly comforting to go back to what I'm used to. These days I'd rather listen to classic rock than the brand new album of the new star of the minute. I'm not one for changing my wardrobe to have the latest things, and I'd rather stay in my housing unit than actually have to find new digs. The old is comfortable for me, and while I don't live in the past, nor fear the future, I just know what I like. I know that I like raising my gir...

Sometimes I worry about how much I've been talkin'... I worry about it, because so very often I've seen people just let go whenever there's a pause in the conversation, or a simple stop for breath. What is it about these people who just go on and on and on? Can't they see that they are boring other people or simply telling me way too much about themselves? Now, don't get me wrong. I love a good conversation, and I love a good talker. I'm good audience, because I love to pay attenti...

Another day, another dollar... I'm in prime bitching mode, but at the same time, it's the first goddamned beautiful day outside and I'm voluntarily on the computer for my own personal use. Should I be nice, especially since I rarely get to post an article, or should I be true to thine self, and let 'er rip? I'll settle for a compromise. Kole and I are well. She's growing, as always, and is now wearing women's clothing, and ladies shoes (Size 7, yeah.) I'm having a shitload of fun b...

For the first time in over 3 years, I'm not Top 40 here on Joeuser. Of course, it's not a surprise, considering how infrequent my visits have become. I rarely get a chance to blog, firstly, because I'm just too damned busy at work to even log on, and secondly, because I'm Internet-free at home. Now, I had been that way for more than 2 years, so it was never a big deal, but it's the steady hours that were getting me down. No more early morning drop-ins at my sister's place while she was at...

Can you forget how to write? It's been so long since I last posted an article, or even read one, that I feel like I'm brand-new to this whole thing. This whole blogging thing. I've been busy just living. Work. My girl. Spending money. Socializing. Staying in and renting movies. And lots of writing, even for fun, but just not online. I'm writing a story. In fact, it's almost like re-writing a story, decades later. When I was in my early twenties I wrote almost a whole book on an ol...

I grew my short, spiky multi-colored hair out, and dyed it blue black. And while it's not long, it's getting there. I've always been blessed to having thick, glossy hair, but part of the reason why I usually keep it short is because it's got a mind of its own. Some of it curls nicely, but it waves too, and I have a strange cowlick up front that has to be constantly pinned down to make it behave. I like long hair, and I hate it. I hate it 'cuz it gets hot, yanno? Who wants to be running aro...

Because I've been working way too much, I haven't posted all that much. Because I've been working way too much, I may finally have enough reason to get the internet at home. (I previously figured I could fit in an hour here or there throughout my day, and was able to before, but now... not so often.) A girl's gotta have priorities. Because I've been working way too much, I keep forgetting to take my breaks. Bonus? Down more in weight, and my pants don't fit so well anymore. Becaus...

It's true, I know. After thousands of barstool discussions with single girls in their late twenties, new mothers or wives in their mid thirties, wisened ladies in their golden years, and even those that are still brand new to it all, I've never met a sister who wouldn't admit to falling for a bad guy. Like that everlasting question though, 'what defines bad?' And faster than a bunny, it's a straight up debate between the pros and the cons, black and white, thin vs. fat, any old positive...