northern

Warning!

This entry will be brief.

So if you were expecting my usual long-windedness, sorry.




I'm going away for a few days.

Then I'll be back for a few days.

Then I'm going away for a few more days.

Both times I'm going with my mom to Welland. My aunt and uncle are going away for a couple weeks, so my mom wants to spend some time visiting my grandmother since my aunt won't be around to do it. We're coming back part way through the two weeks since I have to keep my cat alive.

While my cat copes well being alone for a few days, I can't very well leave her alone for two weeks.




Then, at the end of the second visit, I make my way to Toronto for the SG gala.

If you're going to the gala, make sure you say hi to me.

If you're not going to the gala, you're missing a great evening.



Because of my little trip, I won't be able to reply to comments until the middle of next week.

Sadly, not only do my relatives not have a high-speed connection, they don't have internet at all.




I'll end with a couple brushes with fame, from many years ago.

A long time ago, when I lived in Toronto, I did extra work.

It didn't pay well, and most of the time you just stand around doing nothing, but it was still kind of fun to be a part of a movie or whatever.

One job I did was actually for free. This little Toronto indie band had been selected to be a part of a Bruce Cockburn tribute album and because they were "it" at the time, they got a tiny bit of funding to make a video for the song.

It was actually the first video that The Barenaked Ladies made. Heck, they only had a self-released EP at the time.

I finally found the video on YouTube.

Here's "Lovers in a Dangerous Time":





Now that they had a video, however cheaply made, they cracked through and became famous.

The funny thing, for me, was that at the time, I was thinner, and didn't have a head of grey hair. Steven Page, the lead singer, had a few extra pounds, and we both lived in Toronto.

For a couple years, I would be frequently asked if I was him. I'm serious.

In restaurants, convenience stores. Even at parties.

Once, I was at a nightclub, and, well, using a urinal. The guy next to me slurs that I look familair. Having a few beers in me, I asked what part of me looked familair.

Well, I thought it was funny.