trrrrrrain trrrrrrip (posted from the train)

It's strange to be homesick, quiet and still on this train moving across the wide country and still be thinking about comedy. How to be funny, where to be funny, why something is funny, how to manipulate the ways in which I'm naturally funny into a more thought-out, well-used way.

A thing I forget about is that everyone is allowed to be funny and in such different ways. I can name 50 people who are funnier than me but since I'm completely different than them, it isn't that important.
Had a really good pep talk from a wonderful comedian the other night and he was like, "be competitive, not necessarily with other comedians, but with yourself. Be the best at being you."

Comedy is hard intellectually in the way that acting for camera is hard on my appearance self esteem.
Like, if it doesn't go well then it's a direct reflection of how I'm failing as a person. Haaa, no but really.
Terrifying!

I said to him the other night during this pep talk, "I don't want to try, what if I fail?" (which is my go-to attitude and reason for how successful I am now)
I've never seen him look less impressed with me. And I deserve it.

Food for thought, food for thought.

That was written yesterday. I didn't have cell reception for a full day. It was freeing and nice kind of but also I don't like not being able to use my phone.
I like my phone more than the average person, I think.

Today is bright and sunny out and we just had a 3.5 hour stop in Winnipeg and I had breakfast at the forks (gluten-free pancakes!!!) and then walked to a thrift store that wasn't too far. So obviously I'm in a great mood.
I wasn't in a bad mood yesterday, just quiet and maybe wistful.

I can't wait to get out on the prairies. I have big plans to take my novel to the dome car and drink tiny bottles of wine and tea and write and maaaybe do a crossword.

gin mare

new business cards! so good. Everyone is choosing my high-school photo, obviously. We never got prints of that photo which is too bad because having it in 8x10 would be something special.
Klout (which tracks one's social media influence or some bullshit like that [I'm influential about beards!]) gives you 50 cards from Moo for just paying the shipping and having their idiot logo on it. I'm okay with the logo, just give me the freeee. Ya know?
"party to the moon, please"
Yeah, I am impressed with myself sometimes. also, I did a good design job. right?









it's funny how sometimes I feel like I ask the universe for things and it gives me them. Not always, and not often enough, but.
A couple of entries ago I talked about only caring about honesty. How that's my number one priority. And it's like the universe is gifting me with truth-sayers lately.
I like a good honest-face, I tell you that for free, no problem.


Is anyone else really really into The L.A. Complex? For serious? This is one of my favourite "trashy" shows in quite awhile. Kaldrick King's plot line is just so, so good. I've cried at every episode of season 2 so far. Should I be embarrassed? Yeah for sure.

Train trip to Saskatoon this weekend! I leave Saturday night and get in on Monday night! 48 hours train vacation. I'm hoping the train part is also like a party... I'll make it happen. I'm off the babe-wagon, which is almost too bad because having a big romance on the rails would be swoon-inducing (and you know I only do things for the story. mostly.) but my life is perfect right now so now I just need to make bffs with some travellers and we'll make some fun choo-choo-choose your own adventures.

BAAAAHAHAHA omg I'm so sorry for that joke.


second drake-related post in a row? duuuumb. This drake is a babe, though, that's what I'm getting at here.


Gin Mare! I feel like that should be my nickname.


Amazingly, one of my favourite bartenders at Comedy Bar (how would I choose I love them they're the best) put up my "business" card.


Was at Comedy Bar last night to do my friend's pilot for Pilot Week and in this photo I am lifting my arm over my head to make my face flushed. I'm supposed to look like I was just doing it. Success!

Guuuuys. I have to go do things right now but I don't want to! I want to just watch videos of babes on the internet and search for pictures of dogs in human clothing.

Also, I found out that my new roommate, Chanel's Mum, really loves Christmas and now my dreams of having the most fantastically over-enthusiastically decorated Christmas house WILL ALL COME TRUE.
Also, Captain Heh is very disappointed in me never mentioning that he's my new roommate as well, so here you go, Captain! I like my roommates and my house a lot maybe I should do a post about my experiences in the past year after living on my own for years and years before. Hmmm okay I will ruminated on that. BYE FOREVER.

funny face

Man, I'm mildly embarrassed to tell you guys this, but I've been listening to this song non-stop:

Am I insane or is this kind of lovely?
Also I dance around to it like the asshole I always I am.

HOME TIME IN WHAT? 8 DAYS?
jeezily jeezily jeezily.
trrrrrrain. I'll maybe make goals for my train journey? A writing goal? A reading goal?



Three new flower pictures in there I got in cottage country. V, v beautiful. They are maybe my favourite.

I think I actually got a stomach ache from eating too many brussel sprouts yesterday. I am just in love with them. I keep buying more each time I'm at the grocery store thinking this time I'll make them all and have some left over for later. But, nope, I just eat them all.
I've just been half-ing them and roasting them in olive oil and salt and pepper until they are crispy outside and soft inside and then LEMON JUICE and MORE SALT.
oh man now I'm sad I don't have any.

Also I've been always doing them with cauliflower, balances them out. Yesterday I did zucchini and mushrooms as well. FUCK YEAH, VEGETABLES.
A good time to get obsessed with roasting is when it's 1000 degrees outside.


Helped set up for the Summerworks opening party a couple of days ago. Decorating! I'll volunteer for that shit for sure, even better if it's a medium-secret party. In order to get into this room you had to go upstairs and say a password. "you know the password" it could be anything you want. I like that.


Aww man, guys, the other day I had a babe sheepishly admit to me that Christmas is his favourite thing and he just loves carols. NAH, MAN, no apologizing for that around me, thank you very much!
Did I get a boner? Yeah, for sure I did.

I love, love this stupid part of my room  lately. Almost better than the built-ins I'd been dreaming of? Maybe because it's so ridiculous and you know that's what I like.



Can I take the awful screen door off of my bedroom balcony? It's awful and just in the way. I don't think it serves a purpose since the mesh is all mangled... Can I just buy one of the screen curtains?
Maybe I'll ask!

Something about this series of photos (which I took right before going to cottage last week) reminds me of Funny Girl. That one with Audrey Hepburn? The one where they pretend that she's got a weird face?




Now I go to work for the next so many days in a row.

Also I ordered "business" cards from Moo because Klout said I could have them if I just paid shipping so I got some real funny (?) ones and now I just want them to get here already! I need them for my jokes! Also, I recommend if you are single to get some stupid business cards to give out because it's easier than trying to wrangle numbers or whatever. Plus it lets babes remember how you're the best.
I haven't had business cards in years, but I'm very much looking forward to these ones...