In another of my occassional day job, I act. Well, I act in my day to day life, I act like a goof or a bitch, a ukulele player and I act on my instinct. Today, I acted like a nurse, correction a cyborg nurse from the future. With a whopping two lines and 3 takes I think that cyborg nurse is going to take the modern and futuristic world by storm. Okay not storm, perhaps more like a slight breeze, can you take the world by slight breeze? Well, regardless a bit a good karma never hurt anyone and if playing a cyborg nurse for a student film isn't good for my karma, I don't know what is. Cyborg nurse, a truly inspired 2 lines! Beep-boop-beep = Rave reviews and film festivals in cyborg-ese.
After a weekend spent plucking and prodding and picking people to pay the bills- I realized that I have a serious addiction to the grosser things ON life. I truly relish finding and plucking that stray earhair blowing gracefully in the winter breeze. It has gone too long unnoticed under that hat, masquerading as part of your flowing locks. Growing for MONTHS to reach such lengths transforming into a curly, one might even say coarse fiber, diverting precious nourishment from your other follicles. Sadly, It- no, you know something of this magnitude deserves a name, shall we say Clancy, heretofore we will refer to your earhair as Clancy. Clancy has reached the end of his "short" life, but this won't be a simple pluck and run. I tenderly grasp Clancy with my trusted tweezers, then tug gently, exclaiming in false awe "Oh, it's attached!" - YEAH he is and he's amazing, an incredible achievement, the diameter of this bristle gently rolling between the tines of my tweezers. You exclaim with embarrassment- "Get it!" and of couse I will, because I love Clancy! I grasp this conifer in preparation of true extraction. Breathing deeply and with one smooth motion and a sigh of gratitude I unroot this truly magnificent specimen. As Clancy remains in the strangle hold of my tweezers, I absorb all his glimmering glory, he is a testament that Darwin wasn't far off; that Man and Monkey share an ear-ily similar genetic make-up.
RIP Clancy, you might not be missed, but I think I saw your cousin on my neighbour's ear... What seems like a long time ago, but isn't, I was part of a comedy troupe called Radio Vault, a snappy and quirky bunch o'boys and me. While trolling the web I found this: Radio Vault mention on the BlogTO site and our former MySpace page, who's thought of MySpace in 10 years? Wow!
Been a while since I thought of it, but this blast from the past is great for my skin. Name: Melicious Mona
Pronunciation: məlɪʃəs monə Root: Melissa meaning honey bee, Melicious being a new word meaning delicious and sweet. Mona meaning moon, my lady and alone or unique. Origin: Well, you see, there's this little movie: The Best little Whorehouse in Texas, staring this little actress: Dolly Parton playing Miss Mona, the quirky and tough as nails madam. And Miss D has deemed me worthy of bearing the moniker. Variations: MM, Melicious, Miss Mona Uses: "Hey Melicious, another beer?" "Oh, MM I missed you." "Oh how Melicious." "You look pretty Miss Mona." I have been having such fun, creating, posting and being in the online forum. I want to share it with everyone.
Check out today's alternate blog: http://www.2girls1couch.ca/blog.html | MeliciousThese are some thoughts and stories I think I would benefit from sharing. And finally try explaining who I am. Not that I need to explain myself to you. ArchivesJanuary 2013 CategoriesAll |
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