Monthly Archives: October 2008
Tomorrow sees a significant item being checked off my bucket list. That being, ‘See Bill Cosby live.’ As in, ‘in concert’. Not just ‘breathing’. Ehem.
I’ve had the ticket for months – even though I knew it would involve some logistical hiccups in making it happen, namely because:
- I have no child-care;
- The closest his tour is coming to where I live is Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, a good seven hours drive away at best; and
- I have no child-care.
But, throwing caution to the wind like a pair of over-sized knickers, fluttering their way through the prairies on a Chinook, I booked the dang ticket anyway. I could not let such fickle worries stop me from fulfilling a life-long dream such as this! BILL COSBY! LIVE! LEGENDARY! AGH!
So, dear friends, tomorrow morn at the crack of dawn, I’m packing the kidlets into the van and we’re embarking on a crazy adventure across the country-side. With the promise of stopovers at the world-famous Dinosaur Museum in Drumheller and a pool at our motel at the other end, combined with a serious supply of snacks and car-time amusements, we’re all actually in pretty jovial spirits about the whole thing.
I’ll let ya know how it all pans out. So long as the van holds up and we don’t end up stranded in small-town Saskatchewan, I’m sure it shall all be glorious and I shall forevermore cry to the heavens on every October 30th, remembering being touched by the hand of Cosby.
So finally I can relate to the throes of Hollywood celebs who seize the chance to lend their voiceover talents to the latest Pixar flick, in order that their bizarrely-named offspring might have a chance to enjoy the fruits of Mummy and Daddy’s more age-appropriate work.
In other words: I’m in my first kids’ show baby! My little tikes are over the moon about it, I’ve been practising accents on them and fielding all sorts of questions starting with the all important: ‘Which house are you going to build, Mama?’ Followed very quickly by ‘Now open your mouth so I can pull out the baby.’
Anyway, the point is if you’re in Calgary, have kids or just want to pick up hot single mums, then come on down to the show. It’s gonna be a hoot. Or an oink. Or something barn-yardy.
WHEN: November 1 to 23rd 2008
Saturdays and Sundays at 1pm
WHERE: Loose Moose Theatre, SE Calgary
BOOKINGS: 403 265-5682 or visit http://www.loosemoose.com
Just scrolling through Youtube in another effort to extend the limits of my sleep deprivation, and came across this gem – what I consider to be one of the BEST comedic moments ever. (Hey, it’s all opinion in this industry, let’s not forget).
I saw the full interview a couple of years back – with Pierce Morgan (all I know of him is that he’s slightly infamous for being a tabloid twat, or something similar) – and the dudes from Little Britain, the whole thing’s a cack, but this little interchange in particular just rocks. Whaddya reckon?
Okay, let me just say I’m stoked that the kids are even excited about their soon-to-arrive latest family installment. I had expected the ‘where do babies come from’ questions. I had expected the rubbing of the tummy and the impatience with the whole affair. What I hadn’t expected was for them to get so damn het up about naming rights to the poor little tike.
Aside from Mister Four’s reasonably rational obsession with naming the kid ‘Thomas’ (which the hubbster doesn’t mind, to which I retort that there is no way in hell I’m naming our child after a freaking tank engine), here are the suggestions the kidlets are putting on offer. And no, I’m not joking.
Optimus Prime Farting
And that’s only the suggestions if it’s a boy…
This Friday my team The Candidates (featuring Andrew Phung, Michael Roik and my dear self + bun-in-oven) shall be competing against the illustrious talents of another team who is so incredibly talented that their shininess has burnt a hole in the part of my brain designated for name recall.
It shall be awesome!
It shall be ruthless!
It shall be Friday at 8pm!
Check out the Moose website for more details.
Oh, and it shall also be followed by the very excellent talents of Rob Mitchelson & AJ Demers in ‘Friday Night Late’. Now if that’s not a kicking buttocks style of starting off your weekend, then shove some antlers on me and re-christen me “Elke.”
This has been a LOOOOONG time coming, that’s for damn sure. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to get this gosh-darning-it damn website revamped and while I’m sure it’s still got a way to go (it’s okay, you can save yourself the postage in telling me) I’m happy that it’s at least starting to take place.
Be prepared: I’m planning heaps more regular video sketches, podcasts and other tactics to ensure my media empire is well on its way to world domination. So you’ve been warned: you may wish you’d never set foot here. Moiahhahahahahhaha!