Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Music Meme

Ok, so I'm a little behind - but last week my fellow hoochie Liz tagged me for this musical (nightmare) meme, so I shall comply. Here's how it works.

1. Go to
2. Pick the year you turned 18
3. Get yourself nostalgic over the songs of the year
4. Write something about how the songs affected you

WOW - 1992. I remember it vividly, as it was the year I graduated high school (and I use that term loosely). It was also the year my aunt Janis got married, and the year that I took my first trip outside the country with a boyfriend.

My father was living in Kissimmee, FL and we all headed down to see him for ten days. Yes, the boyfriend came with us. It was an amazing trip.

That summer, A League of Their Own opened and became one of my favourite movies of all time. I saw it about four or five times in about a month that year. I also discovered the magic of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I actually remember going through withdrawls and making my dad buy me a copy of it at the local video store. The boyfriend thought I was insane - well, too bad he didn't stick around to see it proven. LOL.

This is the list for my year. It's pretty sad - out of all those tunes on there, there are only four that I will willingly listen to.

December 7, 1991- January 24, 1992: Black Or White - Michael Jackson
January 25 - January 31: All 4 Love - Color Me Badd
February 1 - February 7: Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me - George Michael/Elton John
February 8 - February 28: I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred
February 29 - March 20: To Be With You - Mr. Big
March 21 - April 24: Save the Best For Last - Vanessa Williams
April 25 - June 19: Jump - Kris Kross
June 20 -July 3: I'll Be There - Mariah Carey
July 4 - August 7: Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-A-Lot
August 8 - August 14: This Used To Be My Playground - Madonna
August 15 - November 13: End of the Road - Boyz II Men
November 14 - November 28: How Do You Talk To An Angel - The Heights
November 29, 1992 - March 5, 1993: I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

The rest I can take or leave, WITH the exception of I Will Always Love You. I DESPISE that song in every form I've ever heard.

Yeah, 1992 was a great year for me. Looking back, I wish I'd done a few things differently, but all in all, I wouldn't change it for the world.

I'm not tagging anyone, because this post wasn't my best. But I've had very little sleep in the last little while (see previous entry for details), and my brain just ain't working. So, Liz babe, I'm sorry honey. I'll try to do better on the next one.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Styxfest 2007 Report

Ok, so I'm back from the most HEAVENLY weekend ever. Styxfest 2007 took place at Casino Rama in Orillia, Ontario. It's about an hour from my house, but light years away from anything I've ever experienced before. (Forgive me for jumping between tenses LOL) Lots of great links to click here (couldn't figure out how to embed the youtube clips)

The festival started on Thursday, but due to work, I wasn't able to make it up there until Friday. After driving to the time share that I was sharing with a Styx fan from Arizona, I got changed and met up with all the gang at the Casino, where I had just missed a talk by the bands manager Charlie Brusco, from Alliance Atlantis. I was incredibly disappointed as my fellow Styx Chyx filled me in that it was quite informative. But I was shown into the ballroom, where I enjoyed some refreshments and then watched a Styx cover band give us their version of Kilroy Was Here. The name of the band is What Not To Do To Your Roboto. First off, if you are a fan of early Styx music, they don't cover anything beyond 1990. Secondly - ANY Styx cover band that is comprised of three chicks and one guy gets my vote. The band members were incredible. There was Roz on the drums - she's a little spitfire with WAAAAAYYYY too much energy, Suki on bass - and she did Chuck proud let me tell you, Anjy on lead guitar and vocals, and Scott doing, well, everything else. :D They really know their stuff. Check out their youtube video here.

(Above: Roomies!)

So after the performance, Sara and I decided that we were going to drop one of the cars back at the time share, and get ready for the show. While we're there, I put the bottle of strawberry zinfandel in the freezer (yes, I know it's not exactly Dom, but it was supposed to be cool and refreshing). Off we go, back to the casino in Sara's rental, and walk through the hotel on our way to the entertainment complex. Bonehead me realizes that I've left my ticket back at the timeshare. While there is time to go back and get it, I decide to see if anyone's got a spare. Sure enough, JennRN has a spare, and allows me to use it. Once inside, we rush to the front of the stage - cuz every die hard knows you can't enjoy a Styx show from your seats. So we stood at the front of the stage for an hour, at which time security comes by to ask about our tickets (but not mine - I have an "in" - sort of. My company does the outside security for the venue and I know the guy running it). The best part? A check of the show sheet tells me that the band has instructed security NOT to worry about cameras, and not to interfere with them. WOOOOOOOOOO!

Then, the lights go down - and it's time! They had a fantastic set list, playing some songs that we hadn't heard in years including Midnight Ride with JY on vocals, which had Helen almost passing out in front. She was able to get it on her camera though. They changed it from the night before, but for Friday the set list was:

Blue Collar Man
Grand Illusion
One With Everything
I Am The Walrus
Too Much Time
Midnight Ride
Suite Madam Blue
Crystal Ball
A Criminal Mind
Fooling Yourself *cue the entrance of one Mr. Chuck Panozzo original bassist and founding member*
Miss America
Come Sail Away to end the set, as always

And for the encore, we were treated to Everything All the Time, and of course, what would a Styx show be without closing with Renegade.

Afterwards, we head to the Firestarter Lounge where we take up residence in whatever space we can find. We had members sitting on the floor, on eachothers laps, at the get the idea. It's the popular spot in the hotel to go for drinks after a show. And it seemed like everyone in there had been at the show. The night is made even better by Mario, who is joining us from L.A. The big man was the life of the party!! After deciding on drinks and shooting the shit for an hour, who walks in to the place but nu-bassist Ricky Phillips (ok, he's not THAT new, but he's still no Glen).

After gathering up enough courage, I find him without adoring fans everywhere, by the band's photographer Jason (who is giving our resident Southern belle Karen a hand massage). I order up three shots of tequila for myself, Jason, and Ricky. Well, the Nancy-boys needed to use the lemon so I lost a little bit of respect for them. *grin* After which, I told Ricky that if he was going to toss me a pick tomorrow night, to aim for the cleveage (he had tried to kick me one, but the bohemith bitch in front of me snagged it). He got a chuckle out of that.

Sara came over and was exhausted, so around two, we headed back to the time share, where I smoked a joint and had another drink. The time share was gorgeous. My only complaint was the bed was major soft. But little did we know when we got back that disaster would strike. The zinfandel left in the freezer had frozen and exploded!! It was a mess! I decided to leave it for Sunday morning, and headed to bed.

The next day, Sara woke me up and we got ready to head to brunch at the casino. After a scrumptious meal, we took a look at the live auction items. There was clothing donated by the band, jackets designed by one of the girls (autographed of course), and all sorts of wonderful things. I bid as high as I could on a few things, but was outbid at the last second. There was also a silent auction, with old photographs of the band, a few autographed items, and bears designed by the same girl who did the jackets. The bears represented each band member, and were completely adorable. She also did a boy bear and a girl bear. Each band member autographed "their" bear, and all of them autographed the boy and girl bear. I was bidding for the Ricky bear, but wound up winning the boy bear. He is so adorable!! See??

Anyway, before we could wind up the live auction with the last three BIG ticket items, we had a special guest. Chuck Panozzo, aforementioned original bassist and founding member, has also written a book: The Grand Illusion: Love, Lies and My Life with Styx. He was scheduled to give a reading, but decided to improv, pointing out parts of the book he felt we should pay attention to. He was very funny, and very real. Chuck was diagnosed as HIV positive back in 1990. The book tells of his struggles, both as a boy and as a closeted musician in an industry that was quick to condem before understand. He is one of the nicest and most compassionate people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. If you want a good read, whether you're a fan or not, this book is IT.

After we spend a wonderful two whole hours with the man, the last three items go up for bid. The one that was eagerly anticipated was an autographed wrist cuff from Lawrence Gowan. The rumor was that bidding would be as high as $1000 - WAY out of my price limit, but I did what I could to drive the bidding up. There were two very serious bidders on this. Lyn, and Ken. Ken is the husband of one of the organizers of Styxfest, and an active member of the Styx community. Not only is Dayle all that to us, but she is also an accomplished adult-oriented author. Check out their blogspot here. Her new book A Little Night Music, is due out soon, and she had advanced copies for all the members of the band. The reason? The band was the inspiration behind the book, and Lawrence was the inspiration behind the (very sexy or so I'm told) main character. The wrist cuff being bid on was featured in Chapter 13 of the book (well, at least we thought it was that one). So, as Dayle wanted it, Ken wanted to get it for her.

The bidding went back and forth between Ken & Lyn, with Dayle in tears as the price kept climbing. All of us in the room were just sitting there, marvelling at the love this man felt for his wife. When the auctioneer (Helen doing a phenomenal job) called SOLD, the final selling price was $11,000!! With her mascara running, Ken put the cuff on his tearful bride to thunderous applause from the rest of us (who were also blotting our mascara). We're all asking if we can clone him. With the festivities finally done, they set up a CHOCOLATE BUFFET for our final snack of the festival. It was YUMMY.

(Above: Ken putting the cuff on Dayle, Ken wearing a tie from Larry (who thought that after spending $11,000 he should have something), and Dayle wearing the wrist cuff - with me!)

In total, the weekend brought in over $17,000 for charity!! (For more info on what charities were involved see Styxfest.)

Sara and I decided, after we paid for our auction items (she won a heck of a lot more than I did, but my disposable income was not what I would have liked it to be), we headed back to the time share and got ready for the nights show. For dinner, we stopped at a chip truck and enjoyed the wonderful weather.

Back at the Casino, once more, we ran into the theatre, and claimed our spots right at the stage. Having been down on Tommy's side the night before (stage right to those who don't know better), I aimed for the centre of the stage. That's where most of the action happens. And action packed it was!!

With a slightly different set list, we were rocking the house out!! Ricky did what I asked, aimed for the cleveage, and apparently he winked at me afterwards, but I was too busy making sure I CAUGHT the damn thing. But it's ok, he winked at me several more times during the night, so I was happy.

After the show, we were informed that the band had a 5am lobby call and would not be going out that night - which meant no appearance of Ricky at the bar *sniff sniff*. So we all head over to the Day's Inn across the street, where the organizers have arranged a bit of an after party. But fatigue gets the better of us, and we head back earlier than anticipated. As I struggle to stay awake to keep Sara company (she had to leave at four a.m. to get to Toronto to hit the airport), she showed me a DVD of a show called Little Britain. If you have NEVER seen it, I highly recommend it. It's incredibly stoopid sketch, but you'll laugh your onion off!!

So I say goodbye to Sara, and head to bed. However, she calls me at 7 AM to tell me that the band is at the airport too!! She lucked out. :D The next day, sadly, it's all over and back to reality. Everyone has headed off to their separate destinations. After taking care of the exploded bottle, and tidying up the time share, I head home too.

I can't wait for next year!!!!

STYX RAWKS!! Everybody say HEAUX!!

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Friday, May 25, 2007

TOWEL DAY - May 25th


Towel Day (25 May) is the hip new holiday for those hoopy froods in the know* to carry their towel with them wherever they go (presuming, of course, they haven't already done so).

[TRANSLATION: We carry our towels in commemoration of the passing of one of the greatest sci-fi authors of our time - Douglas Adams]

*Spread/sass the signal along every sub-ether waveband to ensure maximum attendance. For those *not* in the know, here's some rather helpful information:

"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" has a few things to say on the subject of towels.

__A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you―daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

__More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: nonhitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have "lost." What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

__Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

That day we honor the late author of The Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams. All you have to do is carry a towel with you during the day. When people ask about it, simply tell them about Douglas Adams and his fantastic books. Show him some respect, and remember, the answer is 42.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and....well, u know the rest.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Just a thought...

You think you've got problems.

What are you supposed to do if you ARE a manically-depressed robot?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Easy Exercise

For those of us looking for easy things to do to help tone and lose weight, this weeks tip is:

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax. Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position or just a bit longer.

After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato sacks. Then try 50-lb potato sacks and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato sack in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute. (I'm at this level).

After you feel comfortable at that level, put a potato in each of the sacks.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Food Meme

Thanks to Bond baby over at the COUCH for tagging me in this, and my apologies for taking so long to complete it.

First the rules:

1. Add a direct link to your post below the name of the person who tagged you. Include the city/state and country you’re in.

Nicole (Sydney, Australia)
velverse (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)
LB (San Giovanni in Marignano, Italy)
Selba (Jakarta, Indonesia)
Olivia (London, England)
ML (Utah, United States)
Lotus (Toronto, Canada)
tanabata (Saitama, Japan)
Andi (Dallas [ish], Texas, United States)
Lulu (Chicago, Illinois, United States)
Chris (Boyne City, Michigan, United States)
AB (Cave Creek, Arizona, United States)
Johnny Yen (Chicago, Illinois, United States)
Bubs (Mt Prospect, Illinois, United States)
Mob (Midland, Texas United States)
Yas (Ahwatukee, Arizona USA)
Alicia(Idaho Falls, Idaho, USA)
Tug (Hell, Colorado, USA)
Bond (Memphis, TN, USA)
Angell (Toronto, ON, Canada)

2. List out your top 5 favorite places to eat at your location.

3. Tag 5 other people (preferably from other countries/states) and let them know they’ve been tagged.

Ok, well, being from Toronto, there are just too many great restaurants to choose from, and my favourite downtown haunt just closed down this past winter :( . So, I've found some new ones.

Queen Mother Cafe

If you're looking for a wonderful restaurant to stop at before a night at the theatre, or somewhere to eat after all the alcohol makes it's way through your system, The Queen Mother is open late for all occassions. They're slogan is "Asian Flavours....Global Creations". They boast an international menu, and have been a favourite of theatre goers for 28 years. The prices are right and the view from the patio is GORGEOUS. Just the way to enjoy a cup of coffee after a great meal.

Hy's Steakhouse

It's a Canadian thing. With 7 locations across this country, Hy's is the best place for steaks that I've ever been to. The dark wood panelling reminds me of a gentleman's club from back in the day. Ceasar salads made tableside are a nice touch. The steaks are made to order, and cooked to perfection every time. With the prices being a little out of my normal, every day range - this is the place to go for that special occassion. You'll walk out of there VERY satisified.


This little hole in the wall doesn't hae a website of it's own, so I've included a site of reviews. They're open 24 hours a day ( I do believe) and it's the perfect spot to hit at 2 am when you're leaving the bar and need soemthing to soak up the booze. (Yes, I did that once or twice). But they also serve a kick ass breakfast. The food is made to order, and is always hot. Oh and did I mention that their milkshakes are to die for?? The prices are cheap, and the food is great.


Now, I grew up with these gentlemen. Antonio started as the maitre'd at my uncle's restaurant and has gone on to open three of the hottest spots for Italian cuisine. With a subduded, relaxed atmosphere and wonderful food made with fresh ingredients - you just can't beat it. Posticino boasts two locations, and a third hot spot, Chase Wine & Grill, just opened up. But what makes this place really special is the appearance of the owner, to make sure that all is well with you. It gives you that sense of home. And I know that when I need to entertain guests, I can call and Antonio, god bless him, will find a table for me.


Executive chef Anthony Walsh is a hot property. The menu is filled with a little something for everyone. And the menu prices, while high, are doable if the occassion is right. This is the exception to this meme, because I have never been there. BUT, I am hoping that someone will think that an anniversary dinner there is a great idea (HINT HINT).

Hmmmmm - now, who to tag? Well, let's try Suzie, Coco, Jules, Maryfly, and, even though I know she's rarely online - Tezzie!

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Memo from the International Society of Manhood

Attention women of the world: all attempts to infiltrate the male race have FAILED. Our latest spy has been captured and subjected to constant screenings of Steven Segal movies, numerous football games, farting contests, and repeated viewings of the '72 Summit series. However, before being apprehended, she was able to send this message. This appears to be a set of behavioral rules for men to follow. Hopefully, her sacrifice was not in vain, and we will be able to decipher and use these rules to our advantage.

1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2: It is ok for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
a. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
c. After wrecking your boss' car.
d. When she is using her teeth.

3. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his mates.

4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5: If you've known a bloke for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.

6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a mate's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your mate's birthday is strictly optional.

8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.

10: You may fart in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend.

11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free.

12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.

14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos, Ever! Issue closed.

15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.

16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.

19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.

20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.

21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b. C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
c. Another set and we can hit the showers!

22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.

25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

26: Thou shall not buy a car in the colours of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.

28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever!

29. If you walk into a toilet and a man is using one of the urinals, you must have at least 1 urinal spaced between the two of you. No exceptions!

30. We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below.

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask, "Are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next!"

We hope this clears up any confusion.

International Council of Manhood

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Mid-week FUNNY

A friend of mine forwarded these to me, and they're just so funny I had to share (and yes I'm trying to get out of writing an actual post until I have something moderately interesting to share).

Out of Office Replies

1. I am currently away from my desk, beating my head against the wall. Your message will be replied to once I have reached a level of numbness sufficient to cloud my vision to the point I am able to formulate an appropriate response to your request.

2. I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.

3. You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.

4. I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return on. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.

5. Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.

6. The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again. (The beauty of this one is that when you return, you can see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over).

7. Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.

8. I've run away to join a different circus.

9. I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me as 'Martha' instead of 'Marvin.'

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

LUUUUUCY - you ha' some 'splainin to do.....

Ok, so apparently I have to explain one of my jobs. LOL.

When I was 13, my uncle and his partner opened an "adult entertainment establishment" (read: strip club). Well, five years later my uncle's partner absconded with $300,000 and was never seen in the vicinity again. So, my parents bailed him out with some cash, and became his partners. Talk about getting tons of marriage proposals once that got out.....

My mom and dad ran that place like a well oiled machine, but my uncle used it as his private playground.

Ladies, here's a hint. If you want to turn your man off strip clubs forever, and also have him appreciate you all the more - get him a job in the club. Not something glamourous like a DJ. Get him a job as a bar back, or in the kitchen. TRUST ME - before we got married, Rod worked there with me, both as a bar back and a cook. After the first three months, the novelty of being around naked women wore off, and to this day, he can't enter a club without some very bad flashbacks. *grin*

So, as I said, I worked in the office, and at the door as well. Personally, I myself developed an appreciation for some of the women. I know that people say that most of them are just trying to provide a better life for themselves, but a lot of people don't believe that. They still are under the impression that all strippers are crack addicted whores. That's only true for very few these days. A lot of the girls I knew were students, putting themselves through university, or single mothers who's ex's wouldn't pay child support. Most were quite intelligent, honest, and wouldn't hurt a fly.

When it became apparent that my uncle was partying too much with money that should have been going into the club, the decision was made to sell it. That was seven years ago, and while I regret that they had to sell (cuz the place would have made an AMAZING nightclub), it was an interesting part of family history.

So there ya go. Any more questions?


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Five questions....

Bond baby, over at The Couch, tagged me with these five questions. All you needed to know about Angell, but were afraid to ask. LOL.

1) You love to write. What is your greatest desire as a writer?

Wow, that’s a tough one. Realistically, it would be to be commercial enough that I can write as a career, but in the end, it’s the hope that I can write something that will be so profound, so life altering, that generations will look to my work as something worthwhile.

2) Working security for sporting events and concerts, tell us about the one event that you would like to work the most?

Does it have to be real? LOL. Well, it looks like it will be coming up this summer. The concert Al Gore is putting together will be taking place in multiple cities across North America, and Toronto will be one of them. Big names will be coming out to perform for this, and regardless of the headliners, it will be an experience to work. Anytime you get legends of rock together, it’s always a good show. BUT, if I could put together my dream show, it would be Aerosmith, Styx, MeatLoaf, Nelson and Jimmy Buffett (yes - my musical tastes run to either end). Now there would be a show worth drooling over.

3) Your blog is called Angell’z Secretz. Tell us a secret.

Tisk tisk Bond - you should know better than that.

4) You mention in your latest blog you are going to see Rocky Horror and with your hair, you can only go as Magenta. How many times have you actually gone to see this movie and what is your favorite part?

At home, I've watched the movie over a hundred times. I’ve gone to the theatre to see the movie only once – and been to see it as the Rocky Horror Show twice. My favourite part of the show (both movie & theatre experience) is when they do the floor show. There’s just something intensely erotic about well built men in corsets. Oh, but if you mean my favourite CHARACTER part, I would have to say Columbia. She gets to make out with everyone, and she’s just so cute. ;D

5) It seems you have had quite a few jobs. Tell us about them all.

Wow, that’s a tall order. OK, well, let’s start with my office managers job for my parent’s strip club. I did the payroll, inventory, played solitare on the computer, and took cover charge at the door at night.

Then I worked at TNT Skypack Express for a year – it was a night shift, and I worked from five pm until two am.

After that, I worked as an usher at one of the most prestigious theatres in Toronto – the Royal Alexandra. There, I was fortunate enough to see amazing shows, including 500 performances of Mamma Mia (and believe me, that was enough).

After my tenure at the Alex was complete, I worked for a talent agency as an assistant. I left that six months later when I was able to realize my dream of being a working actor in a show called Tony ‘n’ Tina’s Wedding. It’s an interactive, improv show which was great. But four months of being there taught me one thing – improv is a lot harder than it looks.

Fortunately, while I was between jobs, I was able to help out the family by taking care of my grandmother after she had a stroke and broke her pelvis.

Then, I joined the security company, which I have now been doing for four years. I now work in the A/R dept for a transmission shop and I still do security.

So there you have it. Five questions about l'il ol' me. I will ask for volunteers, but since most of the people that read this blog have already been tagged, I won't hold my breath. :D

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.


With love and pride