04/16, 3:31 am: Rule number one: Never say no to a hostage-taker. I ask that sour cherry cola bottle if he wants to get eaten….oh, what’s this? It says no? Chomp.
Okay, it is kinda late.
04/17, 10:50 pm: So I was just reminded a second ago that since this is getting seen (emphasis there…this thing doesnt show italics unless I go thru some trouble), I have an obligation to continually update the public about my exciting life with meticulous and interesting descriptions. So I am sitting here with…yes…another Cherry 7-UP though I don’t really like them too much. Why did I buy them? I dunno. What a waste of four dollars. So I went and saw Anger Management today, which ended up being pretty good considering the ridiculous premise. For the first 1 hour, I thought it was the most fucked-up movie. Actually, make that second-most…nothing can beat Pi. That was a waste of life, taking the time to watch that piece of crap. But the sappy sweet ending revitalized the whole thing and made the experience so much less degrading. And cameos! Yesterday, I had went to see Bulletproof Monk, and let me say that while it was enjoyable, the fighting was ridiculously bad. Probably because no one on the set could actually fight accept for Chow Yun-Fat… The director continually changed angles and shots so the fighting looked faked…you know how they speed lightning fast through shots to make it look more amazing – well, too fast and they become no longer amazing. So Sam – yes, that’s her name – went off home today. Too bad I was really really late for work when she told me about it! Off to celebrate Easter at home…come to think, everybody’s celebrating Passover and Easter right around now. Manischewitz is probably making a bundle, and those bitter herb sellers… And matzoh! Not any harder to eat than dried up Commons casseroles, but I’m sure that it makes the whole religious holiday thing that much more solemn – just trying to get over the matzoh. Pardon the unPC moment. So back to me sitting here. Kinda boring, right? You guessed it. Damn. DU had a party planned but it got canned, and the International Party is just too far to go to. So tonite might end up being very very quiet. Maybe the house… I’m guessing either the keg didnt materialize or the alky was too expensive, or they guessed nobody would come, or none of them were there! Bobys ain’t there (GC…we’re everywhere!) cuz he’s having his seder with his Canadian peeps. I wish I was back in Vancouver – sunny weather there is just so much more enjoyable. Stanley Park, my bike, Wayne and Simon…Derek and his infamous mom (yikes, how’d I end up living at HER house for a month???). Or the Shadbolt, where we were like every weekend. That park was great. I never did ride on that carousel, did I? So Wayne is up at Eastman. Lucky bastard. He came down that one weekend for an audition with Curtis and we partied around for a while. Though then I was forced to wear the infamous yellow pants for an hour (after which I ditched the pants before I went downtown) – all he said the entire time was “frikkin yellow pants..that’s so gay”. That, again, was entirely unPC. I was like, thanks for pointing out the obvious! Flamboyant, yes…I think the no fashion sense thing would have definitely insulted the homosexual population. (Now, is that the most PC word? My gay friends won’t even really tell me! I always get confused by the whole PC business. Hint: Byron is easily confused.)
04/17, 11:12 pm: Just remembering some old stuff: the England tour. That was awesome…(soundtrack: Jimmy Eat World, Sweetness) So I am a member (or was, I guess I am out of it now, not having performed with them on the second England tour) of the Young Artists Piano Ensemble of Vancouver, BC, led by the venerable Donna Fishwick. She was kinda money hungry and looked abnormally pale, but let me tell you, she was a real businesswoman. She got all these topnotch students, made them pay out the ass for lessons and gave us such a return…we performed everywhere, thanks to the skills we got and her contacts within the performance community. We performed everywhere in Vancouver, and also at Disneyland, Steinway Hall in New York and at Yale. And, at Europe. But hold on those thoughts first. So we get into London (I forget if it was Heathrow or the other airport) and we ride in this little minibus thing to the boys school we were staying at, Caldicott Boys School. We were staying in this funny little room and the bathroom ahd these old old tubs with no curtains between. Take a bath in the nude? I guess you get less self-conscious doing it every single day, if a student. Good thing I brought a pair of swimming trunks along. Mrs. Fishwick had this old student, Sasha Starcevich, who is an international concert pianist based in New Canaan, CT. Now he had a very rich backer – who was some filthily rich old lady living in a ludicrously expensive hotel/palace that was on one of the old royal estates. Cliveden! The first time we went there, we went for an early morning private breakfast, and let me tell you, that was the most formal breakfast I have ever been to. The house and environs were so perfectly kept, the food was perfect, and the servers moved like they weren’t even there. Later, I found out the breakfast cost something like seventy bucks a head. We were given a boat by this old mysterious lady and so we floated down the Thames, which Cliveden lay on. It was so beautiful…and the beaten gold on the clock tower… and then we got escorted home in one of her vintage Bentleys. Being from a middle middle MIDDLE class family, all of a sudden I felt like royalty. Much like the homeless bum who wakes to find he actually owns the bed he is sleeping on. And allt he antics we got up to at the school! Half of them were never found out (at least while we were there). I remember the easiest one that got us all sorts of leverage with the kids at the school. There was a computer lock on the games in the computer lab. EVERY kid wanted that thing off and would have killed to find out how, so they could play (the lab was open all the time for kids to be in when they didnt have a class at that time..this was a primary to lower middle school, differently set up than over here). So the easiest way was to go through the Internet explorer shell and access the c:\ drive that way, and then the games. We let a couple kids “find” out how, and then we got a little lecture from one of the head teachers who walked in. We just said..um, I don’t know what happened! We also went to one of the Sunday masses and their boys choir was SO good. The discipline was so much in effect that all these skills were being utilized and practiced every week. There is no way the same thing could have existed at a school here. We spent a couple days in London, using the Underground to get lost all over London. We went to Harrods and Wayne bought the freakiest muscle shirt for a couple hundred pounds. He later returned it, but we ripped him up for getting such a … nonPC shirt. This was at the beginning of the summer between sophomore and junior years of high school, and I had such a blast. We went into an English pub and got served beers until somebody we were talking to suddenly let the pub owner know we were here. That wasn’t quite so good. So, um, we left. Okay, this is quite long enough – and I have to find something to do!!!!