July 2nd, 2006



Toronto is the kind of city I'd expect them to turn into a GTA game someday. Seriously, I get the feeling that we could jack a car and nobody would notice. I'm huddled in a darkened Internet "lounge," which is like a cafe, except with less coffee. So far I've been to the subway, the Eaton Centre, and Honest Ed's. Woo, tourism! I'm never sure if people look at me and go, "yup, out-of-towner." Probably not; nobody seems to make eye contact here (although my sister smiled at a subway driver and says "thank you" when people move to let us through doors.) Just as well. If they knew we were from Ottawa, they'd probably laugh and smile and come see our Fringe show, Aprhodite's Turn, playing at the Tarragon Theatre Extra Space from Wednesday the 5th to Sunday the 16th! And we would hate to sell out the theatre every single night.

Seriously tho, you should come.

Still with the arm in the sling here - not hurting as bad as the last two posts would let on. Thanks for the various kindly comments.

A couple of late reviews: G-Men: Defectives was like an educational play, but without all that pesky learning getting in the way of the hilarity; The Parrot Monologues was a perfect example of how to turn as many pirate stereotypes as possible into a coherent storyline; and Trevor Thompson's Very Disappointing First Play completely failed to live up to its name. All three of these plays were applications of the "Fringe as standup" method, whereby the comedians choose to take a more legitimate approach than just getting on stage at Yuk Yuk's Amateur Night. More expensive in the short run? Sure, what with the renting and the advertising and so on. But in the long run, it's worth it for the exposure and the resume-padding. Trevor Thompson was also a participant in the 3rd Annual Ottawa Fringe Poetry Slam at the beer tent, which I had the honour to judge ;D. (This winking dee brought to you by Alison Williams, star of this summer's blockbuster Fringe play Aphrodite's Turn. Yeah, she's sitting right next to me, how did you guess?)

There was also It's Your Turn, starring my sister's good friend Sarah Finn, as well as an all-star ensemble cast. It was a chilling-but-goofy post-apocolyptic vision of what's going to happen to the artistic types of the world after the idiots at City Hall nuke us all, sort of like Logan's Run except with Shakespearian brilliance instead of Michael York. I loved it, but I'm a sucker for that kind of thing. It was on at the University of Ottawa's Academic Hall Theatre, which had the worst seats out of all the venues. Pretty lame, U of O!

Next stop is the supermarket, as we require apples and cheese and other sustenance if we are to survive in this bizarre dimension where people ride streetcars instead of buses. Actually, they ride buses too. I really don't know what to make of any of this. Happy belated Canada Day!