and pure silliness. that's what this post is dedicated to.
oh, and 100% retarded star-fucking.
so i went to a play last night, opening night of Daniel MacIvor's play "Cul-de-sac" playing at the buddies in bad times theatre. check it out if you can, it is - as all things i've seen him do - thought-provoking, deeply hilarious, entertaining and just in general really fucking amazing.
so anyway, before the play, Valerie Buhagiar walked up to me and asked me the time. she's the crazy chick from roadkill and highway 61: pivotal movies of my adolescence, which taught me that canadian cinema can be so, so much more than the standard (at that time anyway) cbc-sappy-historical-family-movies, or road to avonlea (which hey, introduced the mass populace to sarah polley, so i guess it wasn't all bad). a journey into canadiana which eventually brought me to callum keith rennie.
sigh. i wish he'd been asking me what time it was...
after the play, i shuffled down the theatre steps beside Mark McKinney. if you don't know the name, or kids in the hall, then i pity you. and he, surely, would crush your head. in addition to being hilarious, he's actually pretty damned hot.
so hey, kinda cool. i mean, who cares really, but still.
next thing you know, i'll be going to the opera with David Thewlis...
heh
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