Bloody hell!
Yesterday I went out running. It didn’t go well. I seemed to have lost control of my feet. I kept landing improperly. I usually got out of it with a jump, a “For Fehn!” (Danish swear, probably misspelled) and no injury. But my luck ran out (no pun intended) going into Millcreek Ravine. I twisted my ankle and it didn’t get better.
Being a man I sucked it up and kept running through the pain. When the run was over I went home and started icing my ankle. It has now swollen up nicely, forcing me to hobble everywhere. I’m putting ice and anti-inflammatory on it every so often. My overall plan is to hope it goes away.
But after the run I had dinner, then hobbled out into the Fringe. I had a ticket to T.J. Dawe’s play “Curse of the Trickster”. As usual, auto-biographical, but not of any one event in his life. It was just one big rant. He focused on the worst days in his life, starting with diarrhea in the middle of Mexico, to when he got Mono during a fringe tour. But the theme seemed to be how we spend money to save time, but then we never do anything with the time we’ve saved. We buy movies so we don’t have to return them to the video store, but the fifteen minutes we’ve saved are never put to anything great, like writing a new opera. He especially focused on buying DVDs that are never watched. Which, I might say, describes me. But, at the end, he admitted he had 54 DVDs, of which he had seen 16. And 28 of the DVDs had been purchased since he started performing the play.
Line that will stick with me: When he thought he was fine to drink Mexican water, “Montezuma, I thumb my nose at you.”
After the play, he was selling books of his plays. I could have gotten all five for $50, but I settled for just “The Slipknot” at $15. I really shouldn’t have. I loved the play, but money is tight right now. Still, no regrets.
After that, I went to see “Gordon’s Big Bald Head: Sweet Zombie Jesus”. Previous incarnations of “Gordon’s Big Bald Head” have been improv shows. I’ve avoided those since I can see cheaper improv, with the exact same cast, at any other time. But this time they had sketch comedy. So just the best stuff.
The first skit was the winning entry for the contest to write the Alberta Anthem. Unedited and posthumously. So the song had thoughts of what he should put in this part, what he was going to much on, chocking on some food, and the final “Thud!”
The next skit had the President holding a press conference and forgetting why he called it. “It’s on the tip of my tongue.” Eventually he just yelled “F**k!”, at which point all the reporters started writing furiously. “That’s off the record!”. Then there was commentary by some pundits.
There was also one about the other courses at the Last Supper. We all known the bread was body, wine was blood, but there were other courses. The only one I remember was the liver, which Jesus said should be self-explanatory.
Anyway, after all this, it was 12:30. A little late for me. So today I slept in a bit, got to work late, but stayed late.
When I got home today, I was lazy. But strangely, my internet access was down. I took the same tact on this problem as with my ankle: Hope it goes away. At around 9:00 I decided I needed access. I phoned up Shaw, and basically was told to unplug various things and then plug them in again. This was probably due to a power outage that had happened while I was at work. At least I assume there was, it would explain why all the clocks have reset.
will probably chew me out, because he has done Internet help desk, and will tell me I could have figured it out on my own. But I’m lazy and wanted someone else to do my thinking. In my defense, I was very polite and cheerful to the tech support girl.