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   Saturday, November 22, 2003

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

We're one week away from The Move and, if my schedule before now seemed ludicrous, it's absolutely surreal right now. Before my nighttime hours at the pub, blocking kids and drunks for a few hours, I spend my days opening boxes and sorting inventory for the store, then going home to sort belongings and pack them into boxes.

I'm becoming allergic to cardboard.

Thankfully, I was able to take a bit of a break today -- I checked out my co-worker Matt's performance in Ryerson Dances 2003. He was terrific, as was the overall show. The final piece, "Indigo Moods," was choreographed by Ryerson teacher Vicki St. Denys to a selection of blues from Ronnie Earl and I'd never seen a mixture of blues and ballet done before. It was fluid, sexy and fun -- best thing I've seen in a theatre in quite a while.

Tomorrow, it's off to Hamilton to celebrate my father's birthday. There hasn't been much visiting on my part these last couple months so the birthday's timing is ideal (at least in that regard -- as far as The Move goes, I find myself wondering why he couldn't have been born in January).

This weekend also marks the 40th anniversaries of both John F. Kennedy's assassination and the first broadcast of "Doctor Who". To celebrate, I leaned out the window of a book depository with a rifle, screaming "Exterminate!"

I'll get my coat.

Labels: Doctor Who