Saturday, December 26, 2009

Ungh...

Apologies go out to all the readers across the Blogoverse. I am nursing a wicked sinus cold at the moment, one that is taking its sweet time to infect me.

It's all in the ears at the moment, creeping into my throat as of this morning. Not only was I sick for Christmas, it looks like I will be decrepit right in time for the Sister's wedding.

I do have quite a bit to post about, but I've been struggling to find the energy to do so. Rather than air my complaints, I will give myself the space to get healthy and then I shall bombard this space with an epic amount of posts.

Oh, immune system -- what has become of you?

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

365 Days with Ladies in Writing

It is official -- as of this evening, Ladies in Writing reached our one-year anniversary. Over countless mugs of steeped tea and quite a few scones on my part, our collective has explored the written word beyond the borders of our original class and into coffee shops across the GTA.

We were enrolled in the same Intro. to Creative Writing workshop held each Wednesday during the October 2008 to December 2008 stretch. We huddled around tables in a little church in the suburbs and shared stories scribbled in notebooks, on scrap paper, and even on a few napkins. The idea of a writing group was a snap decision made after our final class and we have continued to meet each month to share our work and hone our craft.

Now, I admit, we're a relaxed group. We're more supportive than we are critical. I'm aware that I'm probably known as "the young one who writes the disturbing fiction," but that's fine by me. I know there'll always be a chair waiting for me each month.

We're quite the motley team of writers. Two women have retired; three women are around my parents' age and are quite successful in their careers; and then there's me, the random twenty-three-year-old queer gal who idolizes writers like Sylvia Plath and Chuck Palahniuk (and yes, it is quite evident in my writing). I'm often there to act as the voice of the 21st-Century Youth and whatnot, but I've come to learn quite a bit about the perspectives of the older generations, too.

Regardless of the age differences between us, we're linked by our love of the written word and our desire to have others hear us out and give us the motivational push we need to carry on. The Ladies even decided it's time for me to get out there and submit my stories to contests and literary journals across Canada. I gotta tell you, it's a massive boost to the ol' self-confidence to hear such glowing words from a group of women you respect entirely. They're even willing to chip in on a Writer's Calendar so I can get out there and force these stories of mine into the public sphere.

Too sweet.

In 2010, we're setting precise writing goals for ourselves and creating accountability among the members. Should be an interesting experiment. I can only hope I will continue to earn my place among them each month (so long as I tone down the creep factor of my fiction. Heh.)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

ZOMG: Natalie Portman and Zombies?!

I realize I am behind with the times since the utter rapture of this news broke, but --

*Inhales*

IAMSOEXCITEDANDCANBARELYMAINTAINANYSEMBLANCEOFSANITYATTHENEWS!!

*Staggers, breathes again*

Natalie Portman has signed on to star in the film adaptation of the reinvented Austen classic otherwise known as Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Let me process this blitz of sheer perfection:
  • Natalie Portman as the spunky Elizabeth Bennet
  • An alternative universe where zombies invade Regency-era England
  • Natalie Portman killin' zombies in Austen-era wardrobe
*Brain implodes*

WHY IS THIS MOVIE NOT OUT NOW AND WHY IS THE WORLD FORCING ME TO WAIT FAR TOO LONG TO SEE IT?

I don't care what the cynics tell you -- life is fuckin' beautiful, kids.

Tunes for Tuesdays: PJ Harvey

Ever since I declared my complete adoration for the fierce little ball of British glory that is PJ Harvey, I haven't been listening to any other music.

Serious.

I am frothing at the mouth in anticipation for her new album, A Woman A Man Walked By -- I am channeling all my energies into compelling the 'rents to purchase it as a Christmas present to me. (Or, to at least offer me a music-related gift certificate that will allow me to purchase it myself.)

In honour of my blind and rabid affection for Ms. Harvey and her glorious voice, I give you her latest single (with John Parish): "Black Hearted Love".




.... God, she even adds edge to giant, inflatable bouncy castles. I am impressed.

And I am entirely hers.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Poppin' In

Right -- I've not got much time here. Alas, lovelies. I admit, I'm a tad startled -- I mean, the official last post on this blog was Friday and I have missed writing here ever since.

I'm in the middle of compiling Christmas gifts and wading through the unbelievable amount of "GREAT IDEAS!" I had while planning out said presents. What I didn't take into consideration was the time frame to complete said ideas. I tend to underestimate work and it always surprises me last minute.

But, OH GOODNESS -- I've got some pretty wicked ideas this year, not gonna lie. I can't even go into detail about it all because three of the kids who read this blog regularly are receiving one of these brilliant packages. Muahaha....

Anyhow, weekend recap:
  • Saw Ship Sharp in another Fly By Night Theatre production; She represented for queer girls everywhere and took on the role of a somewhat cynical porn shop cashier who just so happens to like the ladies. Brilliant performance, as always (though, that was never in question)
  • Laughed like mad at the company's take on This is a Play by Daniel MacIvor. If you want to check out Canadian theatre at its finest (come on, I know you do!) then check out MacIvor. He commands language with such sharp humour and has such an off-beat, strange view of the world. Love it!
  • Was caught out for maybe, sorta, kinda crushing just a little on Ship Sharp's co-star and "Gay-for-Play" theatre friend.... *Blush* I know, I can't help it -- I always take a shine to the straight ones. In my defense, Ship Sharp informed me that even she has a "girl crush" on her co-star, so, I am absolved as far as I'm concerned. *Wink*
  • Tucked into a huge plate of nachos with a great crowd of kids and relaxed with an excellent pint of beer. Oh yeah, indulgence at its finest.
  • On Saturday, went for the second fitting for my bride's maid dress. Need it cinched in a tad at the chest, otherwise it is flawless. Operated on little sleep -- got to bed at 3 am and was up and active at 9 am. Ha, I am a trooper. Or, I have an illness...
  • In the evening, had the Moffatt clan over to celebrate my Dad's birthday. I assembled a Caesar salad (complete with homemade croutons) and we ordered some pizza. Had an awesome time joking with the crowd and then hanging out with the Brother, the future Brother-in-Law, and the Youngest Cousin. Yeah, Miz Moffatt hangs out with the lads at family gatherings.
  • On Sunday, I tackled Round Two of Christmas shopping. Oi. I am spending so much cash. I haven't updated my Excel spreadsheet all month because I am pretty sure it will induce vomiting and weakness in the wallet. Oh, and occasional fainting spells as well. Mmm hmm.
So yes! Lots going on. And I've got a Ladies in Writing meeting on Wednesday. And also, Chantal returns from Scotland this week.

I seriously will not have a moment to breathe until January 2nd, more than likely.

I will channel all the holiday cheer I can and submission wrestle the season.

Mark my words.



Friday, December 11, 2009

I Love this Woman...Natalie Dormer





She's an English actress that starred in the Tudors. I only watched that show because of her and Henry Cavill. She's such a brilliant actress it's unbelievable...her last scene was breathtaking.

she's got this evil look in her eye...fascinating...


I'm hoping she pops up in season 4 somehow...

But so much prettier brunette




I really really really hope she gets the attention and recognition she deserves..........

BRB: Theatre Run!

Ah, Ani-Manga Week -- I will have to draw you out one day further.

I have one last series to profile before this Ani-Manga Extravaganza is retired (for the time being...)

I am headed out to Toronto this evening for a spot of theatre, courtesy of Ship Sharp. Should be most excellent -- there's even going to be queer content, so, woot.

Should be excellent times.

Check back tomorrow for the last post in the Ani-Manga series. Trust me, you will not be disappointed. I have saved my absolute favourite for last.

Happy Friday, all!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Ani-Manga Extravaganza: Strawberry Panic!

Strawberry Panic! (Girls' School in Full Bloom) -- Yes. This manga/anime/entertainment package comes with its own exclamation mark AND a subtitle. I mean, if you're going to title a work, you ought to do it right.

The original run of Strawberry Panic! first appeared in Dengeki G's Magazine in 2003 and the series took a good six months to build momentum and gather a following. Writer Sakurako Kimino and artists Chitose Maki and Namuchi Takumi focused their collections of illustrated short stories on a group of teenage girls attending three affiliated all-girl schools on Astraea Hill. Yuri content forms the basis of the storytelling throughout the entire run, often to varying degrees of explicitness. Two of the main characters, Nagisa Aoi of St Miator's Girls' Academy and Hikari Konohana of St. Spica's Girls' Institute, attract the greatest number of admirers and jealous competitors during their time on Astraea Hill (therefore, most of the plot lines revolve around them). However, some of the more minor characters are given their own story arcs and private dramas that are played out for readers as well.

I will be honest -- providing an overview of the plot line is a daunting task. There are main plots, subplots, sub-subplots, and so forth. Not to mention each school has four main girls in addition to various recurring characters, all with their own complicated histories. But try, I will.

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Strawberry Panic! revolves around the romantic infatuations and the scholastic lives of adolescents attending three interconnected all-girl schools that happen to share a campus and dormitory (Strawberry Dorms). The schools include St. Miator's Girls' Academy (the oldest school, known for upholding Japanese traditions), St. Spica's Girls' Institute (known for advancing women's independence), and St. Lulim's Girls' School (the newest school, known for its relaxed teaching styles and its general freedom with knowledge).

Nagisa Aoi

Nagisa Aoi is a new transfer student entering her fourth year at St. Miator. As she wanders the campus on her first day, she accidentally stumbles downs a hill and becomes lost and disoriented. It is at this moment she meets an older student, Shizuma Hanazono, who happens to be Astraea Hill's Etoile. The Etoile acts as a representative between the different schools and is given specific responsibilities and ceremonial powers that she must fulfill. Both girls are overwhelmed by their attraction to one another to the point where Nagisa faints after Shizuma kisses her on the forehead. Shortly afterward in the infirmary, Nagisa meets Tamao Suzumi, her future roommate and the one girl who will pine after Nagisa no matter the circumstances.

Nagisa Aoi and Shizuma Hanazono

The series charts Nagisa's path as she negotiates the internal politics of each campus and befriends various girls across Astraea Hill. Strawberry Panic! encompasses the relationships the characters build with one another, climaxing after two girls court and eventually commit to one another.
Depending on the media outlet, the depiction of the girls' relationships are laced with more or less explicit fan service -- the anime adaptation depicts more sexually-charged imagery than the manga while the light novels focus more intently on emotional connections. In addition, Strawberry Panic! has spawned numerous other entertainment media products including audio CDs, a visual novel released on PlayStation 2, and an Internet radio show. So yes, whatever your taste is when it comes to yuri content, literally every media outlet is covered.

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It seems as though the reception of Strawberry Panic! is quite mixed. I find that I'm a bit torn about the series as well. At times, it's quite poignant with its narrative -- I can think of one instance where Shizuma and her friend/student council president, Miyuki Rokujō, discuss the issue of Shizuma's fast-approaching graduation and the pressures to "straighten out" once finished with school. It seems that the girls are aware same-sex relationships are protected within the walls of their academies, but most of the girls are locked into arranged marriages even before graduation. There's a moment where Shizuma's concerns are hinted at and there's this potential for greater discussion that never quite takes place.

As for problematic aspects, well, I would have to rank the rape attempts on Hikari high up on that list. She is attracted to Amane Ohtori, an older student in the running to become the next Etoile once Shizuma graduates. Two girls at St. Spica, Kaname Kenjō and Momomi Kiyashiki, are plotting to take the Etoile position for themselves and, so, they target Amane through Hikari. I believe Kaname's actual logic throughout the attempted rapes are: "If I rape Hikari, she will love me and Amane will be heartbroken. Therefore, Amane will be out of the running for Etoile and I will have ALL the power." Hrrm. Problematic.

Anyhow, I am babbling now, aren't I? I ought to show you the first episode so you can decide for yourself whether Strawberry Panic! is a hit or miss in your yuri library:

It seems that the series is more of a yuri parody than a legit depiction of lesbian life. I mean, it's fun to watch the towering, surreal, almost ridiculous plot lines sometimes -- it's the ol' "shut the brain off and absorb" mentality. But hey, I'm still new to the scene and it was the second anime I ever watched that revolved around the lives of queer girls, so I've got to stay true to those roots. But definitely, I expect this series to ignite strong reactions for better or worse in its viewers, so take it as it comes, I'd advise.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Ani-Manga Extravaganza: Aoi Hana

Aoi Hana (also known as Sweet Blue Flowers) is the delicate, dream-like tale of a high school student navigating her secret crushes at an all-girls school and discovering her true identity as a lesbian woman. With the help of an estranged childhood friend, our protagonist learns to accept herself and her desire even while she finds the courage to let go of the women who have hurt her in the past.

The manga series was originally written and illustrated by Takako Shimura. It began serialization in November 2004 in Ohta's Publishing, Manga Erotics F. As of April 2009, four bound volumes of the manga have been released.
From July to September 2009, an 11-episode animated series of the yuri manga aired on Fuji TV in Japan. The light, subdued watercolours of the manga's illustrations gave way to a more realistic style under Kenichi Kasai's direction and under the directives of the J.C. Staff. However, the sweet melodrama and the epic amount of hushed blushing and shy glances survived the leap between manga to anime, making for an excellent starting point for new yuri fans.

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Akira Okudaira

At the start of Aoi Hana, Akira Okudaira is entering high school at Fujigaya Girls Academy in Kamakura. On her commute, she encounters her old childhood friend, Fumi Manjōme, whom she has not seen for ten years. Fumi is attending Matsuoka Girl's High School where she meets and subsequently falls in love with the handsome third-year heartthrob, Yasuko Sugimoto. Fumi and Yasuko strike up a short-term love affair that ignites the gossip circles of both girls' schools considering Yasuko is the star of her school's drama club and basketball team.

Meanwhile, Akira joins the drama club at her school and befriends Kyōko Ikumi, another budding queer girl who was turned down by the charismatic Yasuko. At the moment, Kyōko has been promised to Kō Sawanoi and is set to marry him once she graduates. However, both sides of the relationship understand the unspoken reality that Kyōko is a lesbian and does not want to wed.
Kyōko Ikumi

Once Fumi and Yasuko are dating, Fumi comes out to Akira who is at first unsure how to react. Akira dedicates herself to cultivating happiness in the lives of those around her and she struggles at first to ease Fumi's worries.

Yasuko Sugimoto and Fumi Manjōme

Akira's drama club organizes an adaptation of Wuthering Heights in which the dashing Yasuko dominates as Heathcliff. Following the performance, Yasuko and Fumi reach an insurmountable obstacle in their new relationship -- it is revealed that Yasuko harbours deep-seated feelings for her older sister's finace and her former teacher, Masanori Kagami. With the heartbreaking understanding that she can never be with Masanori, Yasuko decides to leave Kamakura in order to study abroad in London.

In the wake of her shattered relationship and after a great deal of soul searching, Fumi realizes her first and only love has always been Akira, despite the fact that Akira is not interested in women. At this point, the manga and anime diverge -- while the anime ends with Fumi's epiphany, the manga continues on into the girls' second year of high school where Akira and Fumi's friendship is complicated after Fumi reveals her true feelings.

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To check out the first episode of Aoi Hana, click over to AnimeWoot.com. All eleven episodes are up and running with English subtitles for all you ladies who A) Can't speak Japanese and B) Like to read your television shows. I hope you find this post when you have ample free time as I'm sure you will get sucked in to watching the entire series.

Serious, I love the shyness and the blushing that goes on in Japanese yuri manga/anime. It's like the creators sat there and watched me stumble through high school and then animated it for fans across the globe. Oh, and you're going to notice fairly fast that there is a definite trend in the anime I will be showcasing this week:
  • The energetic, gorgeous, shorter, social butterflies tend to be the young objects of affection.
  • The reserved, tall, awkward, intelligent girls with long, dark hair and glasses tend to be the older, closeted queers who struggle to come to terms with their budding sexual identity. Oh, and you can bet your buttons that they will pine for the unattainable girls.
I love it for its accuracy. Perhaps you, dear reader, will find some commonalities between your own high school days (or present circumstances) and the characters from Aoi Hana. Oh, the quiet drama -- how I miss thee.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Tunes for Tuesdays: Catherine St-Onge (aka HIMEKA)

I never expected to find a Quebecois chanteuse at the heart of the anison (or "animated song") scene, but here she is.

And no, I am not even kidding with this random, albeit extremely awesome, news.

Catherine St-Onge, or HIMEKA to Japanese audiences, epitomizes this week's Ani-Manga Extravaganza celebration:
  • Tunes: Her debut single, "Asu e no Kizuna" (released May 27, 2009) is the opening theme song for the animated adaptation of the PlayStation 3 game, Valkyria Chronicles. Her second single, "Hatenaki Michi" (released Nov. 25, 2009) is the ending theme for the animated series Tegami Bachi.
  • Cute: As a button. See: Photo above, banner below, and competition clips between.
  • Canadian: Ms. St-Onge was born and raised in Quebec and just moved to Japan in 2008 to pursue her dreams of singing for animated series.
As for the Queer Component, there are no reports to confirm her orientation (which, in my mind, means she's fair game as far as I am concerned).

Anyway.

When I set out to discover a singer for the Ani-Managa Extravaganza week, I was not expecting to find the soft-spoken, outrageously talented Ms. St-Onge. She's an inspiration to anyone with a dream to pursue, no matter how out of the blue it might appear.

In 2008, Catherine St-Onge relocated to Japan on a working-visa and entered the Second Annual Animax Anison Grand Prix, a competition that gathers aspiring singers from across Japan to compete for the chance to make a professional debut with Sony Music Japan as an anison singer. I cannot even describe how fierce the competition can get at these national contests.

She was selected out of 3,186 other applicants who auditioned in Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya, Fukuoka, and Sapporo.

She competed against ten other shortlisted contestants, all Japanese-born individuals, in the final round staged at Tokyo's JCB Hall in September 2008.

At the time, she could only speak minimal amounts of Japanese.

And she won by a virtual landslide.

Despite her small frame and her introverted demeanor, the girl has some pipes on her. I mean, even the judges looked stunned and shocked at her vocal range and her flawless enunciation. She's got a charming awkwardness to her despite the fact that her voice left smoking craters where her challengers once stood.

Need proof? Check out these subbed YouTube clips I stumbled across for an introduction to her skills. Now, the lyrics to the songs are not subbed, but the judges' comments are. And, you can even witness that magical moment when Ms. St-Onge's wildest fantasies came true and she achieved the dream she'd been nursing since she discovered the wonderful world of anime:





Sony Music Japan International describes Catherine St-Onge as the only genuine Western anison singer who debuted in Japan and the first who possesses a French Canadian background.

Since releasing her singles overseas, Ms. St-Onge adopted the stage name HIMEKA and she is set to become one of the hottest stars on the anison circuit.

Well, gosh damn.

Prior to the time she signed with Sony Music Japan, Catherine St-Onge kept an online blog that charted her progress overseas. She has since abandoned the blog and opted for an all-Japanese website courtesy of Sony, but her old haunt still exists and is still a compelling read. It's tri-lingual and entirely engaging.

I am thrilled to have discovered this tale of a far-fetched dream come true. Who knew that such a sweet, Quebecois girl could rocket to the top of the anime pop scene in one year?

So, do it -- whatever goal that's percolating in the back of your mind, go out and try it. Who knows what triumphs might follow? For the time being, just keep hitting play on those clips for an instant shot of optimism and encouragement. Congrats HIMEKA!


Monday, December 7, 2009

ANI-MANGA EXTRAVAGANZA!!


YOSSHA!!

It is time, my lovelies -- it is time to unleash a world of anime and manga on all of you for ONE SOLID WEEK. I have been planning this series of posts for at least one month now and, at last, the ideas are being realised in print.

Nerds, please rejoice. And for all the doubtful, concerned readers out there, never fear -- take note and open those horizons to a brand new scene with a whole lot of women, all queerly-drawn.

And I do underline the QUEER aspect.

As in Western culture, there is a definite genre in Japanese literature that appeals to women of the lady-lovin' persuasion and to the gentlemen who happen to support (and drool over) them. Yuri, or literally "lily," is a catch-all term used in Japan to denote all anime, manga, or other related entertainment media that features lesbian content. Yuri can either focus on the sexual and explicit aspects or the emotional aspects of the relationship, the latter often being denoted as shojo-ai (or "Girls' Love") in the West.

Now, as I am fascinated with language and the evolution of words, I found it interesting that North American audiences once used the term "yuri" to describe the most explicit examples of the genre, more specifically the hentai (or pornographic) section. According to the information I found on Wikipedia (I know, only the most reliable sources for Miz Moffatt! *Sarcasm*), the evolution of the West/Japanese terms is thus:

"Following the pattern of shōnen-ai, a term already in use in North America to describe content involving non-sexual relationships between men, western fans coined the term shojo-ai to describe yuri without explicit sex. In Japan the term shōjo-ai (少女愛?, lit. girl love) is not used in this meaning, and instead tends to denote pedophilia (actual or perceived) , with a similar meaning to the term lolicon (Lolita complex)"

Now, prior to reading this article, I was partial to the term "yuri" to describe works pertaining to queer women. Maybe I am just lazy and prefer two-syllable words over three-syllables, I don't know. But, knowing that "shojo-air" in Japan refers to another genre that I find entirely objectionable, well -- yuri will do just fine for this blogette.

In the early twentieth-century, Japanese lesbian literature took the form of Class S stories that depicted intense, though platonic, emotional attachments between a more senior student and a junior student. However, the ultimate message of these works remains heteronormative. While the girls experience powerful attractions to one another, it is understood as a transitory period that enables girls to flourish into caring wives and mothers in their adulthood.

In the 1970s, yuri began to appear in magazines targeted toward young girls, however the outcome was still quite similar. The formulaic conventions of the genre in this era prevented the couple from remaining together -- an older, more sophisticated woman pined after a younger, more awkward admirer, but the relationship was doomed from the start. Once their relationship was made public, both families treated the news as a scandal and the tales often ended with the death of the older partner. I find it interesting that queer narratives tend to conclude with partners dying or insurmountable odds prying the lovers apart. Even now, it's amazing how that plot structure persists in our cultural collective.

But, I digress.

It's not until the 1990s that yuri fans were introduced to fulfilling, sweet, and more genuine depictions of romantic and sexual bonds between women. Tragic outcomes and stereotyped dynamics weakened and allowed for series like the ever-popular Sailor Moon to introduce a more positive portrayal of lesbian relationships. Ah, Sailor Moon -- it was the first mainstream series in Japanese print and animation to not only depict powerful, ass-kicking, magical girls, it was also the first to depict an open lesbian couple. Of course, if you were a young'un in North America when the dubbed anime was released, you would have understood this relationship within a more sterilized, confusing fashion. Even with the censorship of queer characters, I know for certain that the show still influenced my proto-lesbian self and helped shape my perspective on attractive, fierce women.

From that moment onward, lesbian characters have garnered a wider following and are featured as the cornerstones of entire series and magazine serials. On one hand, there's the masterpiece Revolutionary Girl Utena, a shoujo anime series featuring a prominent yuri relationship. On the other hand, male-targeted works such as Devilman Lady began to explore the more "mature" aspects of lesbian relationships. The first magazines targeted toward lesbians appeared around this period and featured stories ranging from high school crushes to lesbian love stories played out in real time with varying degrees of sexual content. In the present day, it seems as though yuri content is free to blend with other genres including mecha and science fiction and thus generate new, diverse stories for readers in love with yuri manga.

And, here we are now -- right on the cusp of diving into the latest yuri series and a whole new stomping ground for creative, queer girls and male fans alike. I am busting at the seams to share more with you, but I need to pace myself here. I could easily inundate you given that the genre has expanded as much as it has in recent years. But no, we shall leave that until later this week.

Here we go, girls -- let the Ani-Manga Extravaganza BEGIN!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

OD'ed on the Ladies


*Pauses to gain her bearings* Whoa. I return. It has been an intense, brilliant, and fantastic stretch since Thursday evening and I am here to share a snapshot of all that with you.

The Advocate, Ship Sharp, and I vowed to OD on one another this week and I fear we did not come close. I mean, it would take an awful lot to OD on those ladies -- the addiction still rages as I'm sure it does for them. (I mean, heck -- we all know how suave I am, right? Right? Oh, no, serious, no need to close the Internet window to this blog. Or to delete me from your bookmarks, I promise.)

Let the epic account begin:

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Mission: Deck the halls of the Ship residence.
ETA: 7 pm.
Crew: Ship Sharp, The Advocate, Miz Moffatt.

Right, so.... we did not reach our target goal of injecting the Ship home with holiday cheer. But there was a festive platter of desserts courtesy of Metro. OH YEAH. And there was a rockin' hors d'oeuvres dinner orchestrated by Ship Sharp herself. Now, to give us the benefit of the doubt, we DID attempt to set up a Christmas tree. However, a vital piece of the base was missing. Without a strong foundation, you've promised yourself a disaster filled with silent, sharp slivers of decorations under foot. Mmm hmm. So, we ate brie instead. And watched hilarious commercials and clips of Billy Bragg on YouTube as any good person should. And gossiped until 12:30 AM despite the fact I had another full day of work ahead of me. I'm a badass, I know.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Mission: Own the world at bowling and Torchwood jokes.
ETA: 7 PM (Given the horrible traffic congestion)
Crew: The Advocate, Ship Sharp, Nuova Amica, The Advocate's Sister and Her Boy Toy, The Silent Dudes, Miz Moffatt.

It was a nice cross-cultural evening on numerous levels. Our initial goal was to introduce our Nuova Amica to Canadian slang and the world of bowling. (P.S. -- I got the name "Nouva Amica" from an online translation program, so I apologize to Italian-speakers if that term is entirely wrong/awkward.) N.A. is visiting the Great White North on a bid to refine her English skills. I mean, what better way to solidify your comfort level with a foreign language than visiting a place where you MUST rely on said language? She's fluent in English, but there's always slang to learn and verbal ticks that classes cannot teach.

It was an epic hour of bowling insanity. I learned that I am quite decent at the sport despite the fact I haven't been to a bowling alley in years. I could even get the pro-star spin on it. Granted, there were numerous gutter balls for the entire Crew, but overall, we did fairly well. And nachos with beer always manages to improve an unfamiliar game.

Other highlights include:
  • Interrogating the Boy Toy and determining his intentions with The Advocate's sister
  • Attempting to build conversations that would include The Silent Dudes (who remained silent, as their names would suggest)
  • Subjecting ourselves to the WORST episode of Torchwood ever written. Oh, evil carnivals and carnies who want to dehydrate people. Fifty points to Ianto for the memorable, "I'VE GOT IT" scene. I love an episode with plot holes to spare.
  • Navigating a conversation with Napoleon, a late arrival to the evening. Hmm.... quite.

Saturday, Saturday 5, 2009

Mission: Acquire sushi and subject selves to The Infected of 28 Days Later.
ETA: 7 PM
Crew: The Advocate, Ship Sharp, Miz Moffatt.

AT LAST -- the ladies have chilled chez Moffatt. In the entire decade I have known these girls, I have never had them over to the house. That's what you get when you live in a completely different town from ALL your high school friends. But, the world is now balanced and stable.

Started the night off with a beautiful meal of sushi, bento boxes, and other Japanese delicacies. Serious, I need to get myself back to Japan for the food alone. Also made my first ever purchase on my first ever credit card -- I covered the dinner bill. *Beams* I know, I'm a late bloomer in all aspects, including financial. And heck, I like to turn everything into a memorable moment so I will honour this credit with a treat for close friends.

Oh! And also got the rundown of a successful first date that The Advocate went on. Thunder Cats t-shirts and Torchwood references among other admirable traits? Ship Sharp and I approve. Am definitely looking forward to more gossip on that front in the near future. *Giggles like a thirteen-year-old all over again*

Arrived chez Moffatt later, was attacked by the Sister's dog upon arrival. Oh, Ruby -- she's a basset hound and full of spunk. She was quieter than usual which was impressive and confusing all at once. Brewed some tea, stole some cookies, and holed up in the basement for an evening of 28 Days Later. SO GOOD. I love that film. I usually can't tolerate thrillers/horror films/startling movies, yet I am on good terms with The Infected. Had an excellent discussion about mind-fuck movies and novels once the end credits rolled. Also did a touch of Facebook stalking and Plenty of Fish swimming for a good chunk of time. Turned in at... 2 AM? Possibly later? We are intense, I know.


Sunday, December 6, 2009

Mission: Drown in breakfast delicacies and British treats, laze about on a Sunday afternoon.
ETA: ALL DAY.
Crew: The Advocate, Ship Sharp, Miz Moffatt.

We woke up at around 11:30 AM and didn't greet the world until 12:30 PM. I am impressed since I am usually up and about at 9 AM on weekends. Perhaps sleepovers in the basement induce a higher quality of sleep? Ah, nothing is sweeter than a slow-paced, relaxing Sunday spent with friends.

Headed out to a local breakfast joint and arrived just as the first meal rush was leaving. OH breakfast. Not only was it delicious, it was also productive. The Advocate and I swapped two different kinds of Eggs Benedict (she had brie and mushrooms, I had asparagus and Swiss cheese) -- we both managed to dump one of them on the table, eggs side down. *Shakes head* At least we were equal in our destructiveness. Ship Sharp settled on a lovely platter of poached eggs and fresh fruit with cottage cheese. Mmm..... breakfast heaven.

As for the productive aspect of breakfast, we managed to plot out the structure of a group blog that should be launched in the near future. Our creative energies have aligned and our plans/plots/goals are eerily similar in scope. More to follow once we're up and running...

Finished the epic weekend with a surprise trip to a British store I know of. I figured it could be the symbolic first step toward our trek to the British Isles themselves. Bought Scottish tea and a ton of treats, poured over their expensive collections of British television classics and films. Ah, to be in London -- the craving is expanding on a daily basis. The store only helped to whet the appetite....

***

So yes -- it has been a tremendous stretch. I am all tuckered out and in a state of calm reflection. I have a head all filled with ideas and energetic potential. And heck, the support of like-minded individuals is only fueling the fire to explore and create an even better version of myself. I know I gush endlessly, but I can't conceal the truth -- I know some amazing kids and it's only fair of me to voice that admiration.

Here's to another gorgeous Sunday and another week of plotting while on the clock at work... *Devil horns*

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Folkin' Classic: The Great Canadian Song Quest

It's a project of national proportions. Picture it: Thirteen unique musicians challenged to write a new, original song about one location in one Canadian province/territory.

The catch? Listeners voted for the song content and which artist would pen the next Canadian classic.

CBC Radio 2's Great Canadian Song Quest set out to accomplish all that and more. During the latter half of last month, the songs were released for the public and, I have to say, the ladies are representing on this one.

Out of thirteen artists selected for the project, SEVEN were solo singer-songwriters of the female persuasion. I can't even grasp the words to explain how wonderful, exciting, and brilliant this news is to me. And, as a blogette who worships the ground all the ladies walk on, I am compelled to tune you in to these tracks.

Not a bad way to make up for the Tunes for Tuesdays negligence, am I right?

So, let's start our trip across Canada and introduce you to the female finalists of The Great Canadian Song Quest. Prepare thyself for some folkin' fantastic new tracks (and yes, I mean "folk" as in "Canada has a lot of alt-folk-rock content"):

British Columbia: Oh Susanna, "Tough City" (about Tofino, BC)

She's an alt-country Canadian gal with American roots and a penchant for the poetic. She's got a cinematic quality to her sound that has garnered acclaim within and without these borders. Her latest album, Short Stories, explores the process of finding a fresh start after a sullen stretch of darkness, transforming those negative situations into safer spaces.

Tofino, BC: Tofino is a village located on the west coast of Vancouver Island. With under 2,000 residents in the winter months, Tofino continues to attract escapists year-round to the scenic Long Beach section of the Pacific Rim National Park Reserve and the gorgeous hot springs at Maquinna Marine Provincial Park.

Manitoba: Chantal Kreviazuk, "In Waskada Somewhere" (about Waskada, MB)

She's one of Canada's golden girls when it comes to irresistible, piano-driven music and she's been graced with a voice that balances a delicate vulnerability with a raw, powerful edge. Ms. Kreviazuk earns some major recognition for her participation in the 1998 Lilith Fair music festival where she dominated with her track, "Surrounded." International listeners might recall her cover of "Leaving on a Jet Plane" that was included on the Armageddon soundtrack (come on, I know you remember that movie!)

Waskada, MB: Waskada is yet another small, Canadian village located in the southwestern corner of Manitoba, close to the U.S. border. For the 2006 census, Waskada boasted a population of 199 residents. I'm guessing a track like this might inspire Kreviazuk fans to take a trip or two to the small town for themselves.

Quebec: Martha Wainwright, "Four Black Sheep In The Night" (about The Black Sheep Inn)

Readers, rest assure -- I will profile Martha Wainwright for a future Tunes for Tuesdays post. I love her and her singer-songwriter brass. She is explosive with her language and unapologetic. She's got a voice that cuts close to the heart, especially with the intense and personal tracks from her self-titled debut album. She comes from well-established music roots as the daughter of American folk/blues musician Loudon Wainwright III and Canadian folk singer-songwriter Kate McGarrigle. And, you may have heard of her brother -- does Rufus Wainwright ring a bell?

The Black Sheep Inn: Located in Wakefield, Quebec, The Black Sheep Inn (aka Auberge Mouton Noir) is the award-winning juke joint cabaret that is a living testament to the diverse cultural expression of the belle province itself. At once intimate and legendary, this bar ranks as one of the top ten locations to visit while touring this land of ours.
P.E.I. : Catherine MacLellan, "Singing Sands" (about Singing Sands Beach)

She's the pure, sweet, and poetic voice of the gorgeous Prince Edward Island. In 2008, she was voted as the "Critics Favourite New Discovery" by Penguin Eggs magazine and she has continued to woo a broad collection of listeners across Canada and the globe. Her last album, Church Bell Blues, shot to number one on the Roots Canada iTunes chart and this singer-songwriter shows no signs of slowing down.

Singing Sands Beach, P.E.I.: Located at Basin Head on Prince Edward Island, this beach is well-known for the mystery that lives in the very sand itself. Walking along the white sands produces a sound akin to singing, a phenomenon created by the rounded and spherical quartz found in the grains. Seems as though this location was begging to have a song written about it and MacLellan produces a true gem.

Northwest Territories: Dana Sipos, "Time Before Bones" (about the Tuktoyaktuk Pingos)

She's the lyrical, satirical poet with a tinge of blues and folk in addition to a distinct hip hop, pop, and jazzy swagger. What can I say, she's a musical chameleon. Her music is melancholic and leans toward the dramatic even while its upbeat and swinging. It's undeniable she's got a mysterious edge to her. Perhaps its the cold of the north that crafts such a delicate and subtle sound after all.

Tuktoyaktuk Pingos: Tuktoyaktuk is an Inuvialuit hamlet located in the Inuvik Region of the Northwest Territories. The settlement lies north of the Arctic Circle on the shore of the Arctic Ocean and the name (Tuktoyaktuk) translates roughly to "it resembles a caribou." The pingos are small, cone-shaped hills with hearts of ice that grow from the permafrost of the region. These frozen mounds are formed by the pressure of subterranean water forcing the ground upward -- and yes, there are nearly 1,400 of them in Tuktoyaktuk. Majestic, indeed.

Yukon: Kim Barlow, "Dawson City" (about Dawson City, Yukon)

Her roots are in the dark, cold climate of the Yukon. She balances the blues with an oddly dark, yet optimistic, approach to life. She's got a wry wit with tracks that showcase down-to-earth vocals and a rich, atmospheric sound. She can pull off the bittersweet smile with ease and her quiet style is sure to win over fans of the Canadian folk scene.

Dawson City, Yukon: The first association that should spring to mind is the Gold Rush of the late 19th-century. It was the heart of the rush for American and Canadian prospectors seeking their fortunes and it continues to draw tourists interested in the rich history the city has to offer.

Nunavut: Lucie Idlout, "The Road to Nowhere" (about The Road to Nowhere, Nunavut)

At last, the first rockstar of the list. Idlout lived most of her early life in the High Arctic on North Baffin Island, lands that now fall within the borders of Nunavut. She's got a tough, sharp exterior with a brash voice and kicks it. And heck, her sophomore album is titled Swagger. I mean, I love her already for that alone. She adds some much needed electricity to a list dominated by the folk/roots/alt-country set.

The Road to Nowhere, Nunavut: Yes, there is a road that ends abruptly in Nunavut and has earned the moniker "Road to Nowhere." As you can imagine, it's quite expensive to own a car while living in the northernmost reaches of Canada -- it's difficult to maintain roads in such cold conditions, let alone preserving a car. This road is the subject of numerous jokes as it tends to symbolize the vast government expenditures dumped into the territory upon its creation. It's a road that leads to the tundra and leaves you there in the cold. Ah, what an excellent image to provide for a rocker.

***

Wow, what a Canadian tour-de-force all laid out there. I do believe it's taken me two and a half hours to research and write all of this. I hope you appreciate the effort as much as I had fun looking into it all. Visit the Great Canadian Song Quest player to check out 30-second clips of the winning songs and make sure to check out more of these artists original work.

Oh, Canada -- you are certainly a place to celebrate.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

This is... TORCHWOOD.

Spent another lovely evening with the ladies -- TORCHWOOD-STYLE.

Well, to be accurate, it went: Discussion of strip clubs vs. burlesque shows--> Cranberry juice --> Literal Videos via YouTube --> KISS Shreds via YouTube --> Simon Sez: Santa Edition --> Chinese food --> TORCHWOOD.

I love that show. I love that it leaves weird, unanswered questions about every plot point. I love that John Barrowman schmacts like he invented it. I love the sci fi sugary goodness wrapped into every episode.

I love that Ianto is never given a gun.

I love that we invent scripts about how Ianto is given a pink hair dryer instead of gun. And I love that we invent new Aerosmith lyrics: "Ianto's gotta gun.... Ianto's kinda dumb..." And I love that he feeds dark chocolate to pterodactyls. (That last one is true to the Torchwood universe).

But why? Why Tosh? Why must you target the brilliant, unappreciated, bashful ones? Why? Why, stomach wound?!

Alright -- this post has more or less been an inside joke for me, The Advocate, and Ship Sharp. It was great times.

Will update tomorrow with a few fun posts. Will spend the day at work plotting away, as I do.

EDIT: I have to note the significance of my fortune cookie from tonight. Check it: "We write our own destiny. We become what we do." -- WHOA. And after those comments I made in relation to writing yesterday, I find this fortune to be eerie and accurate...

Monday, November 30, 2009

NaBloPoMo: MAD DASH!

Come on, ladies -- it's the final push in the 2009 National Blog Posting Month. Just one more post and I have done it. I have persevered despite the late evenings. I have scoured all media outlets for potential topics. I have even cultivated the ramblings in my paper journal to furnish this blog with enough content for a solid month.

And here it is.

I am in the last stretch of the journey.

As with any conclusion, it's best to take stock of one's accomplishments:

TOTAL POSTS (including this conclusion): 33 posts

Average Rate of Posts: 1 per day

Tunes for Tuesdays Profiles:
So here it is, the highlights of November 2009:
I know I never posted about that last topic, but it's true nonetheless. I think this month made me realise just how important writing is to me. It's so easy to lose track of the things you love during the mundane actions of the day-to-day, but this challenge has rekindled the excitement I have for the written word.

It's been a wild November and I am certain December will introduce even wilder times. The threat of a snow squall is hovering over the GTA and there's talk of 15-20 cm of snow later this week. Winter's here, kids.

What better way to fight off the frost than to blog your adventures for the world at large?

Do stay tuned.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The White Beauty Myth........

I was going to post about it earlier but lazyness overtook me. So part of channel 4's race thingy was a programme called Bleach, Nip, Tuck: The White Beauty Myth. During that hour long special they followed three individuals who all wanted one thing: European Features=white skin.


Take Mun, mid-twentys who let me tell you is one fine looking guy, however he blames his ethnicity which is Asian for his lacklustre modelling career. To get to the top he believes that you have to look european,  ( Tyson Beckford would disagree but anyhoo...) so what is he contemplating??? Drastic Facial surgery to make his jaw line more prominent and his nose narrower......As i was watching this i was just shaking my head, he wanted to look more european just so that he could 'fit in'. Near the end of the program it was so heartbreaking to discover that all his ideas stemmed from a traumatic child hood experience where he was racially assaulted. 


Same with Jet, an Afro-Caribbean woman who hates her nose because it made her look poor. she lives in a gated community in Essex...i know Essex....where only 2 other black people live. Dolls let me tell you she made me scream at the tv because her problem wasn't just her nose, if it was up to her she would be white. She constantly rejected her identity because it didn't fit in with her lifestyle......she's a glamour model for fucks sake!  Again she wanted to distance herself from her 'blackness' because she was attacked by a group of black girls. I don't condone violence but some of that shit she said would have easily made the most mild-mannered person smack'er  one! Whenever i closed my eyes and heard her talk it was a white person talking derogatorily talking about black people. 


Next was a  lay from Banghladesh who felt she was inadequate because she had darker skin. to be honest i heard of this 'colour prejudice' in Asia where the lighter you are the prettier...mind you this phenomena exists everywhere. Anyways i heard friend of mines talking about how they can't marry anyone darker than them , or i have one friend who's quite dark and whenever he's playin around with his mates, one of them always had something to say about his skin colour. His face would just look so hurt, you can't imagine how i felt for him. 


That show was just sad, it sickens me that western advertising has made some people actually attempt to de-racialise themselves. All these advertising companies don't know what sort of damage they do, they are literally making some people want to die. As a black person my skin crawled when one of the women who had darker skin said that she thought that having her skin tone was the worst thing in the world, and how a 'black nose' is a punishment from god????

Traumatized and Such

Hangover: Check.

Sore stomach: Check.

Traumatized?: Double check.

Stories to tell: Oh, you best believe I do.

***

It's all a whirlwind of memory. Picture it: Five girls, two suites at the Sheraton in Niagara Falls, more alcohol packed in the car than luggage. A handful of sparkly leis, a series of Bachelorette stickers pasted all over the car, a "Bride To Be" sash for the Sister. Drinking by 4 pm, late dinner, more drinking.

Headed to Peppermints, the male strip club.

OH. DEAR. GOD.

Arrived at around 8:45 pm -- door cost was $5 before 9 am. We were the FIRST PEOPLE THERE. Show didn't start until 9:30 pm...? Started drinking more to kill time. Befriended the wait staff, the manager of the club, and some of the dancers. One waiter was brilliant and so kind to my painfully nervous/panic attacked Sister. He did his best to calm her down, ease her nerves -- even brought her bottled water that he paid for. I gave him a MASSIVE tip later on because I was so thankful for his efforts.

The manager tried to convince us to buy the "Party Package" -- one girl, twenty strippers, one memorable photo. We declined.

Saw WAY TOO MANY NAKED MEN. OH GOD. Like.... I am still traumatized. Granted, I wasn't too shocked -- been to a burlesque show before, so I know what the striptease is all about. However, the major difference: Burlesque is more about an empowered performer, leaves more to the imagination. Strip clubs: Total opposite.

Drank to cope. Got epically drunk. Am still nursing the hangover. Stomach hates me. Still, had a hilarious time. Highlight of the evening: Watching the Sister's friends react to the men.

Direct quote from Friend 1: "I never even screamed this much at a Backstreet Boys' concert!!"

Direct quote from Friend 2: "I am SO not mature enough to be here. I don't know where I'm supposed to look! Do I look at his face?! But, he's thrusting at me! THRUSTING!"

Direct quote from Friend 3: "Where did these guys COME FROM? I mean, was their audition just to drop their pants? 'Uh, yeah, I've got brains.' 'Oh, but you're package is a bit too small, sorry.'"

... All I could think was how I'd have to put "strip club cover charge" on the Excel sheet I use to track my expenses. It'll definitely be the most interesting bit of change I spent during 2009.

Still, it was an entertaining evening, no doubt. I wish I hadn't gotten so drunk -- I would have liked to check out Clifton Hill at night, especially some of the haunted houses. For now, I must make amends to my liver and ease off the alcohol for a bit. I've been rough on my body this past week and I need a detox.

It's a damn good thing my Mom bought that juicer yesterday....

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Gay Gal and the Bachelorette Party: OH MY.


Oh, my word -- please help me. PLEASE, please help a gay gal out.

It is the Sister's Bachelorette Party tonight. We are going on a road trip of sorts and I am scared. Like, actually scared. There is talk of a male strip club and I am hoping that is just a joke to get her fiance in a tizzy.

Though, knowing her friends and their streak of crazy....

I get the distinct impression that bachelorette parties were not meant for queer women. I mean, all the penis paraphernalia is enough of a raunchy, glowing sign that clearly states, "IF YOU LIKE WOMEN, YOU BEST BE LOOKING ELSEWHERE, LADY."
... Not that I'd be lookin' on a night like this. No, I'll be the one in the corner with her hands over her eyes counting down the hours until I can go to bed. Or, if we pre-drink, then I will be the drunk one in the corner with her hands over her eyes....

Serious, though, even though I am the Maid of Honour, I know my role tonight is to rope in the others and to advocate on my Sister's behalf (e.g. "No, she will not have a stranger do shots off of her" or "No, you will not force her to put on a silly crown and announce to the room that it's her Last Fling Before the Ring" or "No, dirty bingo involving real interaction with strangers is not on our list of priorities," etc.)

So, essentially, I will be the bitch. And I do mean "bitch" in the sense of "female guard dog." All snarl, willing to bite.

Huh.... so perhaps a queer girl is an excellent ally for the straight-gal bride-to-be. I think I may have created a whole new market here, ladies.

Anyhow, I imagine it'll be a late post tomorrow. So, if you can pass along any of your positive vibes to help me through, I will VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT.

VERY MUCH.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Gay Gal, Straight-ish Past: The Reconciliation Act

There's a new issue that's presented itself since I first started my campaign to out myself en masse -- what to do with this straight-ish past of mine?

Now, granted -- I do not possess a detailed dating past. AT ALL. In fact, the longest relationship I've ever been in was exactly five months.

(It was a relationship that should have ended after three weeks.)

Mmm hmm.

Still though, I'm faltering with the whole reconciliation of past and present. I mean, I went through about a four- or five-year period where I genuinely identified as a bi woman. I faced and fought biphobia within the queer community on our campus, I tried one doomed relationship with a boy I lived with in second year, and I eventually realized I was DEFINITELY a gay gal after one magical night of spin the bottle.

After the whirling internal confusion and the pressing external evidence, I came to the one conclusion: When I pictured how I wanted to be loved and how I wanted to relate with a partner, I could only see a woman there.

And I've never looked back.

However, I still hesitate to talk about that younger version of myself. She was the girl who gossiped about boys and wrote about her "dream guy" to her journals and obsessed over her perceived failure when it came to attracting the gents. I find that girl to be a distant echo or some kind of blurry figure against my current horizons.

But there are still real emotions there. When I talk about the guy I dated in second year, I still feel that sharp embarrassment while remembering what I put up with. And I still sense that awkwardness and that desire to never speak with him again. I mean, I am certain he's a heavily closeted gay man -- takes one former closet case to know another, right? So, why is there still a lingering hurt when I think of that time? And why do I struggle to talk about those experiences in the present tense?

Even if I wasn't outright attracted to him, how do I speak about a past hetero relationship without compromising this genuine life as a queer woman?

I know that my identity as a queer woman is one of those fundamental, central visions of myself. I don't question that at all. It's just those high school crushes and that weird period as a straight girlfriend that's throwing me off.

I'm curious to know if this is a common concern among queer women who have dated men in the past. Can you reconcile both versions of yourself, or do you choose to ignore those days as a misguided youth? Are you willing to discuss those times in detail, or do you just focus on your more recent relationships with women?

Mmm... identity politics are best mulled over before an epic weekend. T.G.I.F. indeed.

Miz Moffatt's 100th Post!

Here it is, the first milestone of the new blog:

It is the 100th BLOG POST FOR CUTE, QUEER, CANADIAN!

So, if you will raise your glasses, I would like to propose a toast -- I dedicate this one to all the fearless, gorgeous, and utterly fabulous women out there who I've profiled thus far and I vow to keep charting the stories/art/progress of women everywhere (with a special interest in those ladies of the Canadian persuasion.)

And here's to all those readers who have continued to post comments and add their stories to my own. We are quite the collective at this point -- unique and sharp is what we are. Makes a blogette proud, I tell you.

So, the next milestone: 500 posts. I might need a few more National Blog Posting Months to catapult me to that next goal. But, it should definitely be a great ride and I look forward to new worlds of wonder where women are involved.

CHEERS!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

December Social Goals

Oooh, girl -- I am on the wire with this entry. I made a daring sprint back to the lair after another stunning evening with The Advocate and Ship Sharp.

But first, I have a list.

I have decided that I will squeeze every last ounce of fun, adventure, and magic out of December and keep it all for myself... and also for those nearest and dearest to me. I have compiled a list of the Social Goals I hope to achieve this holiday season and, should each one occur, I am set to have a stunning time.

So, in typical list format, here it is:
  • Sushi night with The Advocate and Ship Sharp
  • A David Tennant as Casanova Tea Party with The Advocate, Ship Sharp, and The Cuz
  • Coffee house Can. lit. reading hosted by an old teacher of mine (Dec. 8/09)
  • Toronto Small Publishers' Show @ The Gladstone Hotel (Dec. 12/09)
  • Ladies in Writing meeting (Dec. 16/09)
  • Attempt the Second for the Lord of the Rings Marathon with the Greatest People on Earth
  • Sister's New Year's Eve Wedding/Epic Celebration
Hmm, not a bad sample at the moment. I'm sure other new possibilities will present themselves as the month marches on and I hope I'll be receptive to as many invitations as possible. I'm getting all ramped up for 2010, now -- I want to take hold of this new year and make it my own for once.

Had an incredibly inspiring conversation with The Advocate (after we all finished filming ourselves impersonating Captain Jack Harkness and Rhys from Torchwood. TOO much fun). We talked about London and travel throughout the U.K. and I can feel all that Brain Crack surging back into my mind from every angle. Oh, the lure of it all. The sweet longing for a new city to explore and a chance to find a life surrounded with energy, purpose, and excitement. And to tackle that with some of your closest friends? Um, why am I still discussing this and not DOING it?

2010: It's time to punch some holes through that money fort I've been crafting. I need to get myself out there and paving a new life with all that cash I've saved. No use looking at it through a glass case anymore. Though, the security therein is quite seductive. But no -- I want that money to start working for me.

It's time to jump in and see where the river takes me.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Christmas Season Kickoff: The Office Shindig

So, yeah -- it is still November and I have attended the first Christmas/holiday party of the 2009 season. What can I say, we tackle projects early at our office. Overall, I would define it as a successful show. There was booze, LOTS of booze, and there was an excellent meal and quite the raucous gathering of office drones suddenly brought back to life.

I tell you, there's nothing better than watching the "professional" guise slip away and seeing people as themselves. Well, as alcohol-augmented versions of themselves. Perhaps that is a little more accurate.

I had quite the bit of drink, considering it was a Tuesday night. I started with a beer and I think I might have had about three full glasses of red wine throughout dinner...? Maybe more. We were at one of those restaurants with the magical wine glasses. You know the ones I'm talking about -- right as you're about to take that final sip, you discover that the wine has doubled in volume out of thin air.

In all seriousness, the waiters were attentive when it came to alcohol consumption. And, since I am not allowed to drink at home, I indulged a bit more than I should have. Did I mention this was a Tuesday night? And that I still had to wake up at 6:30 AM this morning? Yeah? Yeah.

I tried to orchestrate the seating arrangement a little to my favour -- yes, I tried to score a seat next to the Office Crush herself. I came close, though. I had one co-worker between us which is still too much distance, if you ask me. Though, I can always get giggly and starry-eyed over the idea that the second I walked into the restaurant, she bee-lined over to me and said, "Oh, please take my drink tickets, [Miz Moffatt] -- I know I'm not going to have anything and I want to make sure you have an awesome night!"

I'm sorry, an attractive woman who's trying to liquor me up? ... Like, serious, did I do something to please a higher power?... because I'm pretty convinced that someone/something out there is rewarding me.

And I will gladly accept.

Had a decent conversation with this one guy who's known as The Asshole in our office. Apparently a copious amount of alcohol transforms him into an inspiring person...? We talked about travels and post-graduate school and he basically said to me, "Do it. Go to London. It's an amazing city and so full of exciting, new ideas. You're not going to find that creativity here in Canada, I can tell you that now. Even if you're doubting yourself or unsure what path to take, go to London. You'll more than likely figure it out there."

I still can't believe it was HIM who said that. This is the same man whose has been a complete and horrid bastard to my Mom on more than one occasion and he's encouraging ME to pursue my dreams? ...... It was a bit of a mind-job, let me tell you.

Got home at around 10 PM or so and promptly called O'Neill. Am more than certain he was thrown off-guard to hear a drunk Moffatt on the line. I miss getting drunk with him, so.... I was acting as a... reminder? No, we actually had an amazing conversation last night. What can I say, we are astounding kids. *VANITY*

But yeah, I went to bed with a dream-like sense of serenity. Now, I didn't quite wake up in that same state, but the remnants were there and that's more than enough for me on a Wednesday morning.

It's official -- the Christmas season has begun. From here on in, I am in full celebration mode. Coincidentally, that also means I am in intense workout mode to counteract the caloric spike I will experiencing in the next few weeks.

BRING IT.

 
K.3.N.J.I