Figured I’d giv’er another old kick at the can before August is all over and done with, shipped up, boxed off, and trundled toward a neverending precipice of disingenuous sobriety. I’ve been kept pretty busy in the last few weeks, hence the lack of me deciding to take time to blather around on here. I am currently in the throes of the operations necessary to pack me up and move me back to Hamilton for the start of yet another (that is, the second) long gruelling year of studiousness at McMaster University. I was just there for a bit on Monday, doing some cleaning (also known as watching my mom do most of the cleaning, perhaps this makes me lazy, but it’s her calling and I don’t like to interfere), and trying to decide how exactly to set up my room given the space constraints. It’s not really so small I don’t think, and I think I’ll be able to put what space there is to rather good use. My big move-in day is looking to be Monday the 6th (or perhaps on Sunday). And at that time, my address will be changing to 144 Emerson St. It’s easy to find as it’s the only supermarket in the area. I will hopefully at some point get a phoneline, at which time I will have a new phone number. And hopefully it won’t be too long till we get internet hooked up there, since that’s usually the easiest way of getting in touch with me. Not that I spend a lot of time online or anything… no not at all. It’s just that my phone will probably be right beside my computer and computers don’t give busy signals, see?
I will probably (not definitely) make a brief trip up to Hammertown to leave off some stuff on friday morning. But I will have to hurry so I can be back for the season finale of Northenden (which is my GURPS campaign, and yes I know it takes a real geek to call the last session in a roleplaying game before an indeterminate hiatus a “season finale” but that’s just the way god made me, and if you start questioning god he’s liable to get pissed off and zap you). For those of you who don’t know what roleplaying is, go here, and thou shalt be partially enlightened albeit perhaps still quite confused. And I’m still waaaiiting and waiting for my new shiny fourth edition books to arrive in the mail. I don’t think I’ve been this excited about a pair of books in a good while.
The day before yesterday was Sunday. That day worked out pretty well. My parents took the whole family up to Niagara-on-the-Lake to see Nothing Sacred by George F. Walker at the Shaw Festival. You may have heard me mention this dude before, because he rocks. A lot. (Speaking of which, when the hell are those reruns of This Is Wonderland get their ass back on CBC?) I myself enjoyed the play immensely. I thought that the script was awesome, a lovely blend of biting humour and revolutionary or emotional seriousness that worked very well. ‘Twas a complex, slightly unbelievable, very original, and remarkably engaging story. Just the way I like it. The stage design was very well done too, inspired by the work of Kandinsky and a little abstract, but very effective. The acting was brilliant, and Mike Shara as the revolutionary and smart-ass Bazarov was very effective. Actually I could have sworn I was watching Jayson MacDonald much of the time he was on stage, and that’s really not a bad thing since that dude’s pretty cool as well. Perhaps it seemed so awe-strikingly good because I haven’t seen professional actors indoors on a big stage doing a play in.. several years (despite the fact that in the last year I’ve seen at least 15 plays and been in 2. Now that I think about it, that’s quite a lot really). They all had it down to an artful science, they did. Very, very impressive. Actually not long before seeing that I saw some professional actors doing Shakespeare, but that was outside… As You Like It in Gibbons Park. That was really good as well. At any rate, after the play we drove back towards home but stopped for dinner at a restaraunt called “Twelve” in Port Dalhousie (which St. Catherines has eaten). It was right on the water, with beautiful trees and ducks and a waterfall (at least water falling out of a pipe and down some concrete, anyway) in view out the windows. There’s times you feel a bit cheated paying twenty bucks for an entree and getting this tiny little thing that tastes pretty good, but not that good. Well, at Twelve, the food was actually the best food I think I have ever tasted. In my entire life. (at least that I can remember). It was the kind of cooking that even something that looks not particularly great (like random vegetables you don’t recognize, or something that looks like coleslaw, which I’m not a huge fan of, or little brown worms) it ends up tasting absolutely amazingly divine. It made Kelsey’s the next night on the way back from Hamilton seem ‘decent enough’, when normally it would be ‘mmm good’. So yeah, that was sure as hell worth 20 bucks for an entree (and my lovely parents were paying anyway). I had some sort of pork roast with spaetzles and other things. Actually one of the funnest things about Twelve was that about half the things on the menu I had no idea what they were, but I’m pretty sure it would have all tasted absolutely gorgeous.