danny_g

So the other day, Wednesday to be specific, was the first day of Theatre Junction's Random Acts festival of emerging works. Each evening they provide a showcase of new short plays, and Wednesday inculded mine, At the Gates, a wonderful little piece about an athiest arriving at the Pearly Gates to be greeted by a surly St. Peter. What was interesting about this is...
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So, this is how the weekend went.

FRIDAY:
Friday night was Kink at Detours. Normally this would not register on my list of things to do; Kink night at the gay bar is, frankly, totally out of character for me. But Jeff'n'Gina were going with two of their friends, one of whom was breaking in a new leather corset and the other of which was...
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THE SPY WHO LEFT ME OPENS IN 13 DAYS! CHECK IT OUT!
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See, here's the thing. I'd like to update more often, I would. But first I feel I need something interesting to say. And what is there? Typically I just work at the Moviedome, and while hanging around a haunted booth doing script revisions and the occasional bit of work...
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I'm past due to update. But I'm also past due to go to bed, and I have to shop for guns tomorrow (I'll explain later), so I'll just say this. Saw the movie Closer tonight. Ejoyed it. Hope to enjoy The Life Aquatic on Friday when it arrives at my theatre. I'm not going to complain about anything right now. I'm not. My last...
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Sometimes I just don't even want to bother.

I spent Wednesday afternoon filled with a sense of nameless dread. Something was srong, or soon would be: a sense of a storm on the horizon. I had a deep suspision that something bad would befall one of my current actresses.

I was right. Very right, in fact. Something bad managed to happen to all my actresses...
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Once I was all about the bitter single Valentine's parties. Then I was neither bitter nor single. Now I am both once more, but... it's lost it's allure. Hallmark holiday? Don't care. Other people's romance? Didn't notice. It was Monday, and I had a replacement print of Incredibles to do.

Finally did a workshop for my play U-Boat of the Soul last night. It kicked...
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So I've got, like, six hours of TV to watch. And yet, instead of popping in a tape and catching up with Clark Kent, Sydney Bristow, the crash survivors, or (God help me) 3 straight hours of Jack Bauer, what did I do last night? Watch my Sports Night DVDs. I claimed to be too tired to get into my new stuff, but still watched...
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Okay. Here's the thing.

I took my pictures on the two highest resolution settings. There's not a one under 250kb, and as many of you likely know, there's a 100kb limit for this site.

I'm a nob, is what I'm saying. So, no photos of my vacation. So sorry to anyone who's actually disappointed, but fear not: if you're in the Southern Alberta area the...
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I have returned. Home from the beautiful beaches of the Mexican Riviera, I glance around to see what's happened that I've missed, realise that it's a lot, then give up and swear to try again later.

I've never attempted this before, but my pictures arer uploaded, and as God is my witness, I will manage to post them. Soon as I'm off work (sadly not...
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Well, kids, by this time tomorrow I'll be on my way to Mexico. By the time you read this (if read this you do) I may already be relaxing at the resort. Hopefully I will return with Tales of Adventure, or at least Anecdotes of Things That Happened.

Be good, and I'll see you soon.

-Danny G.
Im in a canoe with two wounded Mounties...
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Jesus fuck.

There's one screw-up for a projectionist that's the stuff of nightmares. Scratch a print? Unless it's bad enough to warrant a replacement, it's really just an annoyance. Thread the wrong movie? 10 minute fix, tops.

No, folks, I'm talking about dropping a print.

You see, the movie sits on the platters in a neat spiral. Looks like big, black, circle. Drop one,...
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Grooving to Avenue Q right now. It's a Broadway musical that's essentially Sesame Street for college graduates who don't know how the world works. I tell ya, it's hard to stay moody when you're listening to puppets sing catchy tunes about racism, shadenfreude, repressed homosexuality, and self-gratification, as it were. Actually, it's hard to type, as well... some journal comments got put on hold because...
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