spaghetti filled stockings

Here we have a little hiheyhello to tell any who would worry that there is more to me than a radio playlist every Tuesday morning with two weeks off across the winter solstice. I realize that it’s been many moons since there was a regular howyadoing posted in these parts, and that’s a bit of a shame because the doing has largely been quite excellent and the physical body and associated mental manifestation that lies behind this crapass webhovel has been busy.

Last term was the best yet at McMaster. I had class that was fun, class that was absurdly easy, class that was practical experience, some classes mostly full of friends. Marks were decent, probably enough to put me on a good path toward maintaining my scholarship which is all that matters in that department. The production of Henry was the best I have been involved in, personal performance-wise, overall production quality-wise, cast chumminess-wise, etc. It was thrilling, and rather an honour to be part of. But really is there any point in all this looking back?

Tonight I have Critical Thinking, which is a very boring seeming course, but one I feel I’ll be able to get a high mark in without too much effort. But a 2 hour night class where it takes the prof 8 minutes to make a point you figured out in 1 doesn’t do much to keep one like me awake. The solution I have discovered to this problem is to use the time creatively. I am getting a blank notebook and using the time to write (not illustrate! heh. no) my first comic book. The topic of the comic book will be the stirring narratives of BUSF#CKER!!! … what else? I have a whole wealth of ideas for this little project and though I shouldn’t jinx it, I feel this has a chance of potentially earning me some pocket money if I work hard enough at it (here’s hoping!). Thanks to the four people who have already drawn the dude in various media (though I haven’t seen them all), it’s nice to have support! and the nature of this cracker means that all of you are right! But if anyone likes to draw and wants specific things to draw, let me know and I will hook you up.

Stagemanaging Problem Child is taking up almost all of my unwasted time these days. It’s gruelling, busy, occasionally frustrating, but ultimately rewarding (here’s hoping!) work. It was a bit rough at the beginning of the term getting flung into that right off the bat, right off of leaving London under unfortunate circumstances (not only is leaving London generally unfortunate thanks to a certain female, the holiday was bloody brilliant save the last two rather literally and figuratively painful days and that all took some dealing with). Hey Valerie, five fucking months! You better not just be after my money…

Today it is like spring. The sun shone and it was actually warm light, not that pale thin winter sunshine that multiplies off the snow and blinds you. I was wandering down Broadway near the Ginos and noticed the most peculiar house… it had curvy wooden lattice type furnishings. There was a delapidated raised porch on the front, but instead of steps, there was a mailbox. I can’t believe I never noticed it before, but it was quite interesting.

This afternoon Ryan drove Ashleigh and me all around Hamilton with an emphasis on the seedier neighbourhoods… most of which I’ve never seen because my travel in Hamilton is basically limited to in between my house and school and the grocery store with occasional jaunts downtown. Nice to get a feel for what the rest of the city has to offer and it’s always interesting to see new things.

What else? On Saturday we conducted the first live roleplaying session that I have been involved with in Hamilton. Mike was GMing and I and Brian were in charge of two ISWAT agents tracking vampires through the streets of Johnson’s Rome. It was an absolute blast and I’m looking forward to more.

That, for now, is all.

One Response to “spaghetti filled stockings”

  1. Val Says:

    I am after your organs.

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