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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 6,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 11 years to get that many views.
2012 was a pretty crazy year. I just went back and re-read most of my posts from the previous year and how much actually happened in 2012. I said to myself earlier that I was looking forward to 2013, a fresh start. But, now that I think about it a bit more, it’s going to be dang tough to top all the amazing things that happened in 2012. I mean, Dave Foley bought me a beer for Pete’s sake!
I was going to draft a list of my top 2012 influencers on Twitter for 2012; people who had really help shape the year into what it was, but as I got to page 4 of my list, I thought two things; I don’t want to type all these people’s names out, and holy cow – what a great year it was; not just for performing, but for meeting people and becoming further connected as part of this wonderful community of funny people & performers in Toronto. Though it has its seedy underbelly, there’s also a crap-load of amazingly talented and friendly people as well. I’m pleased, because that’s exactly why I started this blog – so I can look back on it and remember the challenges as well as the victories, the obstacles and the peaks initially of clown college, but now expanded to the entirety of this funny little subculture.
When it comes down to it… all I’m saying is… I’m sure glad the world didn’t end this year and as crazy as 2012 was, I’m sure there’s lots more in store for 2013! Bring it on!
For a bunch of reasons, I have Andy Kaufman to thank for what I do now. And Jim Carrey, for his portrayal of Andy Kaufman in the 1999 film “Man on the Moon.”
I should watch that again soon.
Great news, folks – I was informed last night that I’ve been accepted into the Second City’s Conservatory Program! Huzzah! My audition went super well last week, despite my being fully stuffed of delicious prime rib because I’d left directly from our office Christmas luncheon (…if ever there was a first world problem…)
Then, I found I was way too sweaty to perform well in an audition so I ran to MEC to purchase a new sweater, which I did not wear at the audition because I thought it fit funny.
But it’s warm and cozy and I’ve been wearing it ever since immediately after the audition.
Anyway. I begin classes in January so stay tuned to find out more! 🙂
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For more information about the Conservatory program, (Mom!,) click on the image below:
So, whatever or whatever, but if you want to watch a kinda shitty-quality video of my stand-up from our October Comedy Before the Frost show in Montreal, click over yonder:
I missed work today because I have pink eye, which I probably got from choking on a piece of fudge the other day in my boss’ car. It “went down the wrong” tube, as they saying goes, and I coughed and sniffled to regain composure. Afterwards, I felt I may have put some strain on my sinuses, and yes, maybe even my eye. It’s all connected up there, anyway.
I ignored it at first, and realized when I got to my improv class that evening that the problem wasn’t going away. I attributed the redness to the fact that I was wearing a sheddy sweater all day or that I’d been decorating my office (both true) and that I must have got something in my eye. It was my last improv class for this term, and I’d already agreed to celebrate with my classmates at the local watering hole.
They said: “Go wash your eye out and let’s go!”
I obliged. And still I thought nothing of it.
The next morning at 4am, I woke up and my eye was swollen and leaking puss. I realized then the problem might be a bit more severe than initially assessed. Yet, I didn’t think it worthy of skipping work.
Eventually, I’d had enough of my colleagues asking me what was wrong with my eye and telling me that I should go see a doctor and looking at me like I was a wounded puppy.
I went to the local walk-in clinic, right as they were off for lunch and got shoo’d away by one of the workers there. Literally, shoo’d. By someone. Who works in a medical clinic. A human being.
Disheartened, and itchy and eye-rubby as all hell, I returned to the office and decided I couldn’t stay anymore. I drove home. Traffic on the DVP has never been better. I was able to get an appointment with my actual doctor/nurse practitioner, who diagnosed me with pink eye.
Then she gave me flu shot. I’ve already had the flu this year.
Afterwards, I lay on the cold hard floor of the community health centre bathroom to avoid passing out, given my irrational fear of needles. Immediately after that, a nutritionist informed me how to eat breakfast and lunch.
So, smart?
It’s funny how good some girls are at faking it.
It’s not funny how much I love maple fudge.
Well, I may have spent the past two days sick in bed, but tonight, I’ll finally be getting out of my PJs (or maybe just putting on a more socially acceptable going-out kinda PJs) for this event right here:
Ned Petrie (of Ned & Dave):
“Pumpkin Pie Filling (although if they could actually ‘can’ the nature of ‘good’-ness, that would be the tops)”
David Tichauer (the Dave part of Ned & Dave):
“My favorite canned good is the laughter on the Flintstones.”
The Sues:
“Peaches… millions of peaches. we love canned peaches so much that we moved to the country where we found a nice man who put fresh peaches in a can. for us and only us… he did make us kiss him in his little dun buggy for each can, but they’re so delish that we were okay with it.”
Kristeen von Hagen:
“Soup! And Kraft dinner!”
James Kersley:
“Tuna combined with a can of corn. It’s a cheap student meal of protein and whatever corn is. (Chef Boyardee Ravioli is a close second)”
Vest of Friends:
Canned Pizza. It doesn’t exist yet but we’re working on it. We figure people like pizza, so why not put it in a can? Get it? We’re smart.”
What a splendid evening of comedy last night at The Second City as friends etc. gave their send-offs to main stage cast members Ashley Comeau, Carly Heffernan & Alastair Forbes, all people I got the pleasure of watching during my stint as a host at Second City and who have now become softball buddies & confidants during tough-life-decision-making-moments.
I was thrilled to get to see some of the sketches from their previous shows, those I hadn’t got to see because I still lived in Ottawa and/or was too dumb to come see Second City revues.
If you missed the show last night, well that’s a big tough titties. BUT, this NOW magazine article written by Glenn Sumi will hopefully make you feel a little better as you get to know a bit more about the newly added alumni of the Second City Toronto:
Brie Watson 