Hey! It’s 2am! And I am AWAKE. Rockin’.
I promised that I would not not not rave about ROTK, but let’s just say that it did not suck. I would, uh, recommend that you go see it. As soon as possible.
In other news, I just got drunk at the Bishop in front of Mark Askwith and I think, made a complete ass of myself. Go me! Nothing says obnoxious like playing CanLit name dropping with someone who used to work at Coach House Press and currently has his own show on Space.
It’s funny; in the world of comics, he can smash me to pieces (this is a guy who gets to proofread Neil Gaiman), but in Canadian authors I was actually holding back out of respect. I didn’t even TELL him the hilarious story of my first meeting with Al Purdy, bless his soul. And that was pure gold. Or my ridiculous dislike of Evan Solomon, after his uncalled-for signature inside my copy of “Crossing the Distance”. *Or* my Christmas jam with Rohinton Mistry and his wife at Appleby College. Cool that we both know Andre Alexis, though. I didn’t even know Mark was an Ottawa homeboy.
Must stop the name dropping. It’s like a disease!
I think I’m starting to dislike you. Or perhaps be envious. You don’t like Evan? It’s interesting how many people don’t. My ex-roomie worked at Stoddart before it went kerblooie and used to come home saying “Well when Pierre Berton came in today and blah, blah, blah…” Drove me nuts, cause I’m a writer whore. Or perhaps just a plain old whore who likes writers.
Hrm.
Also? *BAP* for getting to watch ROTK before me. You licked my imaginary boyfriend, didn’t you? Didn’t you? *growl*
No disliking me! Please? It’s really just a matter of working in the industry for so long and meeting people at booksellers conventions and such. And the undergrad/grad double whammy English Lit degree didn’t hurt either, in terms of making connections.
I don’t like Evan’s interviewing style particularly, and there’s just something about him that… grates.
Your roommate has me on Pierre Berton – never met the guy, although one of my ex-boyfriends dated his adopted daughter for a while when they were at Western together – but my best writer brush with fame was probably sharing an elevator with Mordecai Richler and his wife after going to a press conference for the Giller Prize announcements. He was one grumpy, grumpy bastard.
And I promise, I did NOT lick your imaginary boyfriend. I like Viggo, but not in that ‘special’ way. He’s all yours.
Ok.
For now. 😉
I can kick your ASS in the CanLit name-dropping. I mean, who else used to draw pictures for Margaret Laurence to put on her walls?
Thass right. Me. And I don’t even have to try. Heh.
BTW, I would not recommend reading “Not Wanted on the Voyage” at eleven. My take on unicorns has never been the same.
Mia da Mag