So after seeing the new Batman. I have decided I don't think he should be the only one with 'the' in front of his name. So I am now going by "The Lytwyn". I think it sounds boss. The Dark Knight was amazing. Not much of a comic bookie movie girl. But I found the story quite intricate. What of course made the film was Heath's performance. How he spoke, the laugh, his melted make up and moments created a character that was seriously disturbing but completely captivating. I loved how he would constantly lick the insides of his mouth. You should see his last performance even if it means standing in line with the kinda kids that still haven't showered since Folk Fest.
The Fringe is going well..I mean our reviews aren't amazing but I'm not really affected. I let it get to me last year..until I realized we had full crowds who laughed and enjoyed our show..and that reviews REALLY don't mean anything. I am very excited for tonight's show. Having the people that care about me there, friends, family, and stalkers. I am just trying to enjoy the very few shows we have left (4) because it goes by so fast.
I am also going to try to take in quite a few shows this weekend. It is really the only time I have and I wanna make the most of it.
Next week I am performing at Alfie's comedy club on Wednesday (30th) and then I will head to Rumor's to cheer on my friend Dan in the wildcard round of the contest. (Stalkers take note).
I still can't believe I am going to the finals for Winnipeg's Funniest Person with a Day Job. I just wanted to have one good round, to feel like I worked hard this year and I performed what I believe to be funny. To be true to myself and also confident on stage. Something I struggle with. It feels really surreal to be going onto the finals, I am in constant search of validation, and this summer I have had a few moments where I feel like comedy is where I should be. Friends and family have been so unreal through both rounds - I feel very blessed. And I'm getting my game face on for the Finals. It's so on!
Headed to England August 1st (that's 10 sleeps). It's a trip I have been dreaming about taking since I was about 14..so 10 years later it is actually happening.
I can't wait to take in the sights and catch up with old friends, that I haven't seen in almost 3 years. It feels so fast and crazy - but I know it's going to be a fierce time.
Peace.
CDL
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
World's Worst Boyfriend
This is so true and quite sad when we rotate our social lives or our happiness around a man.
Excerpt from 'The World's Worst Boyfriends' by Wendy WassersteinShare
Some general rules apply here. First of all, the worst boyfriends are not, on the surface, the meanest boyfriends. Most girls don't meet Bluebeard on a first date and think, 'sure, he's a little nasty and a little sly, but he's really furry, fuzzy, and cute' . Mean is simple. It's the more complicated stuff that's hazy.
There are very nice men who will happily spend twenty years taking you out to dinner twice a week, to the seashore on summer weekends, and on annual fall leaf-peeping tours of New England, yet when you timidly bring up 'moving forward', they explain that they are just beginning to make real progress in therapy, you need to be patient and give them some more time, they really love you but there are a few things they need to work out still. Think of the head cold sweet Nathan Detroit gave to Adelaide in Guys and Dolls . She had a permanent case of " La Grippe" from getting off the train to Niagara fourteen times.
What distinguishes the contestants in the W.B.E. ( Worst Boyfriends Ever) Olympics is their ability to wreak emotional havoc. Where once there was calm, now there is constant tumult and turmoil. Today is Tuesday - that means he likes me. Tuesday is our good day. Especially if I haven't seen him since Saturday. I wonder if I'll ever get to see him on Wednesday. I guess I ought to prepare. I'll cancel the doctor, the ballet, and the drink with that third available man from the survey. I have to keep my nights open. Just in case.
Another distinguishing trait of worst boyfriends is their ' Dear Occupant' behaviour. In other words, they don't do anything as obvious as raise their voices. They don't stamp their feet or throw toast. They simply decide that you have ceased to exist ( poof! no more! all gone!). Fear of intimacy is understandable; being treated like junk mail is insufferable.
Triangles. Ask a worst boyfriend and he'll admit that the triangle is his favorite configuration. There's safety and torture in isosceles. A triangle means there's always another angle who's less threatening ( or more threatening), prettier and smarter ( or less pretty and less smart). Contrary to popular belief and geometric theory, it's easier to deal with hexagonists. Then you're just 'e pluribus unum' - one out of many. Which is to say, he's clearly a philanderer and you're maybe long-suffering but otherwise clearly perfect.
The worse the boyfriend, the more stunning your American Express bill. Since the worst boyfriends have keen and critical eyes, you have to shine for them, dress for them, coif for them, and in California, liposuct for them. And there's nothing like primping for an ininterested party. Consider the case of the wretched Mathilde in Stendhal's The Red and the Black. She had her daddy, the marquis, offer her beloved Julien a fortune and a title just so he'd like her a little bit. No dice - he still preferred Madame de Renal. But, of course, Mathilde was an extremist. She buried the head of her worst boyfriend.
Obviously, the worst boyfriends, like Julien, can cause disastrous side effects. Low self-esteem, low energy, low humor, in fact low everything except calorie intake are standard symptoms of a W.B.E. relationship. And it spirals. " Oh God, will all my boyfriends be worst boyfriends? Do I do something that attracts the worst boyfriends? Do they give one another my number?" Finally there's the ultimate self-recrimination: "If I were really good, I wouldn't have a worst boyfriend."
Forget it! The point is, it's not our fault. It's theirs. They've been this way for centuries. Worst boyfriends are not a new phenomenon. Six healthy gals in a row all thought they could change Henry VIII. ( Henry, by the way, is only a semifinalist in the W.B.E. Olympics. He has points deducted for [1] actually marrying the ladies and [2] being happy for a time.)
Excerpt from 'The World's Worst Boyfriends' by Wendy WassersteinShare
Some general rules apply here. First of all, the worst boyfriends are not, on the surface, the meanest boyfriends. Most girls don't meet Bluebeard on a first date and think, 'sure, he's a little nasty and a little sly, but he's really furry, fuzzy, and cute' . Mean is simple. It's the more complicated stuff that's hazy.
There are very nice men who will happily spend twenty years taking you out to dinner twice a week, to the seashore on summer weekends, and on annual fall leaf-peeping tours of New England, yet when you timidly bring up 'moving forward', they explain that they are just beginning to make real progress in therapy, you need to be patient and give them some more time, they really love you but there are a few things they need to work out still. Think of the head cold sweet Nathan Detroit gave to Adelaide in Guys and Dolls . She had a permanent case of " La Grippe" from getting off the train to Niagara fourteen times.
What distinguishes the contestants in the W.B.E. ( Worst Boyfriends Ever) Olympics is their ability to wreak emotional havoc. Where once there was calm, now there is constant tumult and turmoil. Today is Tuesday - that means he likes me. Tuesday is our good day. Especially if I haven't seen him since Saturday. I wonder if I'll ever get to see him on Wednesday. I guess I ought to prepare. I'll cancel the doctor, the ballet, and the drink with that third available man from the survey. I have to keep my nights open. Just in case.
Another distinguishing trait of worst boyfriends is their ' Dear Occupant' behaviour. In other words, they don't do anything as obvious as raise their voices. They don't stamp their feet or throw toast. They simply decide that you have ceased to exist ( poof! no more! all gone!). Fear of intimacy is understandable; being treated like junk mail is insufferable.
Triangles. Ask a worst boyfriend and he'll admit that the triangle is his favorite configuration. There's safety and torture in isosceles. A triangle means there's always another angle who's less threatening ( or more threatening), prettier and smarter ( or less pretty and less smart). Contrary to popular belief and geometric theory, it's easier to deal with hexagonists. Then you're just 'e pluribus unum' - one out of many. Which is to say, he's clearly a philanderer and you're maybe long-suffering but otherwise clearly perfect.
The worse the boyfriend, the more stunning your American Express bill. Since the worst boyfriends have keen and critical eyes, you have to shine for them, dress for them, coif for them, and in California, liposuct for them. And there's nothing like primping for an ininterested party. Consider the case of the wretched Mathilde in Stendhal's The Red and the Black. She had her daddy, the marquis, offer her beloved Julien a fortune and a title just so he'd like her a little bit. No dice - he still preferred Madame de Renal. But, of course, Mathilde was an extremist. She buried the head of her worst boyfriend.
Obviously, the worst boyfriends, like Julien, can cause disastrous side effects. Low self-esteem, low energy, low humor, in fact low everything except calorie intake are standard symptoms of a W.B.E. relationship. And it spirals. " Oh God, will all my boyfriends be worst boyfriends? Do I do something that attracts the worst boyfriends? Do they give one another my number?" Finally there's the ultimate self-recrimination: "If I were really good, I wouldn't have a worst boyfriend."
Forget it! The point is, it's not our fault. It's theirs. They've been this way for centuries. Worst boyfriends are not a new phenomenon. Six healthy gals in a row all thought they could change Henry VIII. ( Henry, by the way, is only a semifinalist in the W.B.E. Olympics. He has points deducted for [1] actually marrying the ladies and [2] being happy for a time.)
SUPER STRESSED..now available in your cereal boxes and Happy Meals.
Warning: Self-Indulgent Whining Ahead.
I am definately excited that so much is going on right now as far as comedy and performing. But at the same time I have pretty bad nerves (thanks Dad) and my stress levels are on the rise. I know it is July 7th, but I kinda can't wait for August.
The Fringe is less than two weeks away and I'm so nervous. I feel like I haven't been an 'actor' in an extremely long time. I hope I can pull it off. I really like my character and I like how she has evolved into something completely different. My Mom caught me sitting like a dude yesterday, legs wide apart so I have room for 'my junk' and I couldn't help but laugh. Josie's presence is sneaking into my 'everyday' lately and I think that is a good sign.
I really like the play and I want us all to feel really ready for opening night (Friday, July 18). With such a great venue and a super solid cast - we have great potential. I think I'm more excited than nervous - but the combination equals very little sleep lately.
Mom isn't sick of running lines yet, thankfully.
Wednesday Night is the Semi-Finals at Rumors. I'm freaked out cause I wasn't expecting to make it to another round. I'm going to practice around play rehearsal and my heart is definately in my performance - knowing I have people there who believe in me means so much. Helps me remember to breathe.
Twice a week I am meeting my improv troupe to rehearse and plan out our production ideas. I really like this group of guys on many levels outside of performance - which is awesome. I love their work and I am honoured to be asked to be a part of it. I am excited for whatever may come out of this project.
Going to a Cabin with friends in Gimli this weekend was amazing. It felt great to be disconnected from the world. No cell phone service, no facebook. Just sunshine, suduko, swimming, cold beers and good conversation. Coming back is difficult. Everything is waiting for you when you return.
Okay enough complaining about mundane shit...I'm sure there is something I should be working on.
I am definately excited that so much is going on right now as far as comedy and performing. But at the same time I have pretty bad nerves (thanks Dad) and my stress levels are on the rise. I know it is July 7th, but I kinda can't wait for August.
The Fringe is less than two weeks away and I'm so nervous. I feel like I haven't been an 'actor' in an extremely long time. I hope I can pull it off. I really like my character and I like how she has evolved into something completely different. My Mom caught me sitting like a dude yesterday, legs wide apart so I have room for 'my junk' and I couldn't help but laugh. Josie's presence is sneaking into my 'everyday' lately and I think that is a good sign.
I really like the play and I want us all to feel really ready for opening night (Friday, July 18). With such a great venue and a super solid cast - we have great potential. I think I'm more excited than nervous - but the combination equals very little sleep lately.
Mom isn't sick of running lines yet, thankfully.
Wednesday Night is the Semi-Finals at Rumors. I'm freaked out cause I wasn't expecting to make it to another round. I'm going to practice around play rehearsal and my heart is definately in my performance - knowing I have people there who believe in me means so much. Helps me remember to breathe.
Twice a week I am meeting my improv troupe to rehearse and plan out our production ideas. I really like this group of guys on many levels outside of performance - which is awesome. I love their work and I am honoured to be asked to be a part of it. I am excited for whatever may come out of this project.
Going to a Cabin with friends in Gimli this weekend was amazing. It felt great to be disconnected from the world. No cell phone service, no facebook. Just sunshine, suduko, swimming, cold beers and good conversation. Coming back is difficult. Everything is waiting for you when you return.
Okay enough complaining about mundane shit...I'm sure there is something I should be working on.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Letter to the Editor (Free Press) RE: Canad Inns to build water park
The City’s decision to use money from the rejected Rapid Transit plan to build a water park is a complete slap in the face to Winnipeg. Rapid Transit would have vastly improved commuting for Winnipeg Bus Riders and increased the number of people on the bus, thus decreasing gas emissions.
"I want to see this water park in my lifetime. It think it's time our children had that opportunity," said the mayor.”
Sam Katz wants ‘our’ children to have the opportunity to have a pool? Well that’s fantastic.
I want ‘our’ children to have the opportunity of living without global warming and a rapidly depreciating planet.
The mayor found it embarrassing a city the size of Winnipeg does not have a major indoor water park. What’s embarrassing is having a mayor whose priorities are completely askew.
This is money that could be used for educational programs or food and shelter for our homeless. This money could have been used in a lot of ways, that could have truly improved lives and given people a chance to start over.....but a pool..well hey that's pretty amazing too.
"I want to see this water park in my lifetime. It think it's time our children had that opportunity," said the mayor.”
Sam Katz wants ‘our’ children to have the opportunity to have a pool? Well that’s fantastic.
I want ‘our’ children to have the opportunity of living without global warming and a rapidly depreciating planet.
The mayor found it embarrassing a city the size of Winnipeg does not have a major indoor water park. What’s embarrassing is having a mayor whose priorities are completely askew.
This is money that could be used for educational programs or food and shelter for our homeless. This money could have been used in a lot of ways, that could have truly improved lives and given people a chance to start over.....but a pool..well hey that's pretty amazing too.
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