Adventures of a Tofu Slut

For all the Justin Trudeau fanpeople on my flist:

Justin Trudeau. Nude. On CBC.

You can't say your national broadcaster never does anything for you.

THE INTERNET HAS SPOKEN: And the internet said, "Watch Battlestar Galactica NOW, bitch." The internet was also in favour of Doctor Who, House, Scrubs and My So-Called Life, with a very convincing argument for Black Books. So I think I know what I'm doing this summer. (Also, to the person who suggested ReGenesis -- was that, um, serious? Not that I'm dissing your TV watching choices, of course!)

WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION LAST NIGHT AFTER WORK: Stayed until closing, meaning worked overtime, because half our staff (everyone who works the late shift) was off yesterday. It wasn't exactly a hardship, but I felt very put-upon, being all alone in the library for the last hour. It's definitely a harbinger of things to come in the summer, though -- we are going to be very short on staff.

CONTENT SHAMELESSLY STOLEN FROM SARCASMA FOR THE FOUR PEOPLE ON MY F'LIST WHO MIGHT NOT HAVE SEEN IT: The only version of "Oops, I Did It Again" you'll ever need. People, it's a sousaphone on fire, accompanied by dancers in plaid skirts. With more fire.

WHAT I LEARNED FROM GEORGE LAST NIGHT: I am hopelessly fascinated with this site: World Mapper. Also, I missed the lead-up, but they apparently ran across a website that is all GEORGE + CLAIRE (from the Weather Centre, who comes on after his show every night) 4EVAH!!!! She was so embarrassed (and, I think, somewhat flabbergasted that anyone would come up with a site like that). It was cute.

I AM SO MONOLINGUAL: Today at work so far I have heard staff members speaking Ukranian, Turkish, Greek, French, and Japanese. I can't decide if I am happy about this because it's easier to ignore, or if I object to this because I can't hear if they're passing on good gossip.

THE THING I HATE MOST IN THE WORLD AT THIS VERY MOMENT: Smooth Jazz. Enough said.

On The Hour tonight, they showed a website that uses face recognition software to find famous people who match you most in looks - not hair or colouring, but bone structure and things like that. It's called My Heritage.

I think it's some sort of genealogy site, but the face matching is the fun part. linaerys, you'll find this amusing -- my top match was Shah Rukh Khan. Hee. Other than that, they were mostly people I'd never heard of, but I could actually see the similarities.

(George's best match was Johnny Depp. I'm just saying.)

Alan Cumming is my boyfriend, and sarcasma knows it, which is why she linked me to this bit from The Daily Show, which is KILLING ME.

Is it my imagination, or is everyone having a miserable week? Sick, angsty, unhappy, irritated -- it feels like everyone I know is the recipient of bad shit from the universe. Maybe it's the time of year, maybe it's the weather, maybe it's a complete coincidence. I don't know. But whatever is causing this low-level misery, I decree it must stop. Leave my friends alone!

Also: Things that make you go Ewwwww

Two Highly Partisan Music Recommendations:

Favourite Colours, The Sadies: This is nothing like the kind of music I normally listen to, but for some reason it really resonated. They're a Toronto psychadelic country rock band that combine '70s style with '00s sensibility, or, as one article put it, "alt-country that's more alt than country".

Nouvelle Vague: Punk and New Wave classics (Guns of Brixton! Too Drunk to Fuck! Making Plans For Nigel!) sung in a cool, bossa nova, lounge style. Very fun, very funky.

One Highly Personal Writing Recommendation:

Groceries, Groceries Everywhere, But Not a Bite to Eat, Dancing Brave: This is totally me. I am constantly staring at the fridge full of food, unable to find anything to eat. And of course, there's the peanut butter.

girldetective linked to this madly bitchy rundown of the Tonys.

The usually amazing Tonya Pinkins sings a horrific, bellowing rendition of her big number from the show. Try clearing your throat and singing on key. Hee. And so true.

I have books to tell you all about, but I forgot the list at my real home, and I'm not feeling particularly descriptive today anyway.

What I really want is to tell someone how incredibly funny I'm finding this week's CSI recap on TWoP, but none of my usual suspects watch CSI, so it just wouldn't be as funny for them.

Actually, no, what I really want is a soy latte. sarcasma lattewormed me! Unfair.

There will be no April Fools happening here. Instead, I direct you to TeeVee. Go. Now.

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You're back? Hi! So, last night I ended up with a free ticket to go see The Producers. The reasons for this are fairly convoluted, and involve a pancreas and kidney transplant, but suffice it to say that I was happy to step back into my well-honed role in life as substitute boyfriend. The show was fantastic too. We were sitting in the second row, which I thought was going to be pretty terrible, but it was actually really fun - we could see the actors' expressions beautifully (not to mention their sweat). And sometimes we could even hear individual people through the amplification system, if they were right over at our edge of the stage.

All the actors were great, although my favourite was the guy playing Roger, who was brilliantly funny, and had a wonderful voice. And the show itself was hilarious and over-the-top, as is to be expected. One of my favourite bits was at the end of "Keep It Gay", after all the creative team had been introduced (covering every overworked gay stereotype there is), when for no apparent reason the rest of The Village People showed up and danced around the stage. Maybe you'd have to see it for yourself. Oh, and one of the chorus girls is someone that I was in a musical with back in Victoria. So that was fun.

Man, I love live theatre. Nothing really compares. I was on such a high for the rest of the night (the rest of the night being the subway ride home and the quick cup of tea I had before crashing). And there are so many more good musicals coming up in the next few months: Hairspray, Urinetown, Last 5 Years, plus the (it will happen!) possibility of a trip to New York. Excitement!

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Also exciting and worthy of brief mention is the fact that yesterday, we at work broke free of the cake tyranny, and instead had...homemade brownies. With ice cream. And fresh fruit. Dear sweet PETE, was it tasty. I'm surprised I didn't go into a sugar coma, I ate so many brownies. I don't know how we're going to top that the next time someone leaves, though.

(Oh, and icon by offscreen. My boyfriend Jeremy is such a dork.)

Hee! Hobbit Sims! Co-workers were definitely confused about how the "work" I was doing could be this funny.