Okay, I put my old template back up because that other one just stank and frankly, I like this one the best.

Last night, Carrie and Al joined Rick and I for the Dream in High Park (A Midsummer's Night Dream) and it did not disappoint. It amazes me just how many times they can do this play and it never gets tired. Each time, just about, they do it differently, and it never stinks. Ever. This time they used a child to play Puck, something I've never seen before, and you know what? It worked. It worked well. The boy was excellent, truly. It had music, as always, and wacky costumes, and generally, it was really good. If I have any complaints it's that the lord of Athens (I forget his name) was stiff and spoke his lines in a manner that did not reflect the punctuation, rather the lines as they were printed in the book. The other complaint was that the woman playing Titania lacked ALL the grace of a faerie queen, truly. Her voice, however; was marvelous, so she can be forgiven somewhat. Sadly, the whole event was marred by my low-grade migraine that sat in my head the whole day. It waited until the play was over to get worse, though, so that's good, or at least, better than it might have been. Everyone should see the Dream, though, if they can, because it was great. Go !

Today at Heretic it was mostly boring, though Rick dropped in mid-day and was quite buzzed from running into someone he was friends with in Hamilton and going for beer together. He's so ... cute when he's buzzed. All kissy and inappropriate for a place of business. *teasing*. I had a crazy person, though, which certainly wasn't boring. He wasn't the nice sort of nutjob we usually get. I don't mind them; no, this guy was a crazy jerk. First he pretended to pee in one of the chalices, then he molested the manequins, and then when he put a skirt on his head, I cracked. I've had it was jerks in the store. I told him to take the skirt off of his head. When he gave me attitude, I told him again. When he said he was planning to buy it, I said, "Fine, when you give me the money, you can wear the skirt anyway you want, but while your in the store and it's not yours, it comes off your head." He then muttered something and finished whatever he said with, "...or would you just rather have sex with me?" I said, "I would rather you take that skirt off your head and get out of the store." He introduced himself as though talking into a microphone ("Hi my name's Joe, what's yours?") and I said, "My name is take off the skirt and get out. Now." So, he did. I've never been mean before, not to the crazies, not to the jerks (at least not that mean), Hell, not even to the neo-nazi. This one, though, was a real offensive little prick. And since the store's closing anyway, I didn't give a rat's ass. Anyway, both Sandra and Nicole agreed with how I handled it. Go me !

I walked home after work, in order to get good exercise, to Dufferin. Hahahaha. Big mistake. All the good fun stuff for the World Youth Day pilgrims is happening at the Exhibition grounds, where the Dufferin bus goes. Well, to make a long story short, I walked most of the way up Dufferin, too, because the buses were all full of pilgrims. I walked with some Canadian pilgrims (with the exception of one girl from Florida), a girl whose name escapes me, a Franciscan monk who never told me his name, and a guy from Salmonarm BC named Tyler Piccini. The surname was on his flag, which is how I know. *grin* We had WONDERFUL conversations about faith and Judaeism as the foundation for Catholocism and wow, they were awesome. I'm not talking about the girls, they weren't interested, but Tyler and the monk were amazing. People who think that faithful Catholics must be walking through life with their eyes closed are fools. Sure, there are plenty of ignorants, just like there are in secular life, too, but there are plenty with eduation and open minds. My Om Steen in Holland would have been pleased. It was wonderful and I had a lovely time with them. I hope they enjoy the rest of the week and Mass with the Pope. I think it's amazing.

Well, damn. This new look blows. I'll maybe play with a new one at some other time. *sigh* Oh well.

Tonight, a bunch of us (Rick, myself, Carrie, Al, and possibly some others) will be seeing A Midsummer's Night Dream in High Park. I go every summer, just about, and this is the signature play. Every few years they do a new version of it. And it never sucks. Unlike this template. Gah. Anyway, a bit of a digression.

I found out today that I did not get the Online Interactive Producer position in New Media, despite rocking out the interview. My disapointment is enormous, though I knew I wouldn't get it. Just as I suspected, my weakness was a lack of web publishing skills. I guess my own sites don't count. However, the manager in the department asked the human resources woman to let me know that another position will be opening. It's an admin assistant job, a one year contract. I don't want to be an admin assistant. But, if it will pay me more than data entry, watch me be keen. It's a foot in the door, too. Come September, my job search begins anew, hardcore, with applications to all the game and film companies under the sun. I kid you not. But, for now, I'll just enjoy the time I have at my cottage and get stuff done for the convention. Cards. Must get cards done.

Anyway, that's enough for now.

This is an entry I've been trying to publish since Monday the 22nd. Silly Blogger. Maybe by changing my template, it will work. Here's hoping, though I rather liked the old one.

I still haven't really felt like writing of late, which I'm certain is more than a bit apparent. Anyway, I'll do my duty and enter a bit of something.

I'll tell you about the interview. Basically, it went really well, lasting an hour and fifteen minutes with a lot of back and forth question and answer. I was so nervous going in, but soon warmed up to the whole thing. My interviewers were extremely nice, well spoken and not lacking in humour. I think I really impressed them and, as hard to believe as this is, apparently, I was the only candidate (up to that point) to bring in a portfolio. When I came out, I was so pleased, nauseous, but pleased. I thanked Richard and Peter profusely for their help with the mock interview - it was invaluable. Then I persuaded Stacey to eat sushi and have some sake with me in celebration of a good interview. Regardless of whether or not I get the job, the interview was excellent and I am pleased.

I will probably hear back about this job sometime this week. Do I think I'll get it? To be honest, no. That said, I was asked if I were only interested in that specific position or whether, should another become available, I would consider a different position in the same department. Duh, of course ! Well, I said it a little more eloquently than that. ;)

I'll just skip ahead now, because I can't really remember all that went on last week. I went home after Heretic on Thursday night, packing up Willi and my laundry (not together, mind you) and stuffing them into the car. Scarlette got a new blower motor put in on Friday so I have the luxery of air conditioning once again. Joy ! Then, basically, my plan was to work on art. I went to Ridpath's, an art supply store in the Petes, and picked up some Sculpey (polymer clay that hardens when cooked in the oven) and some illustration board.

I started with the sculpey that night, sitting down and trying to figure out how to do a head. It has been a very, very long time (like ten years, at least) since I worked with clay (FIMO doesn't count) and it was a bit of a challenge remembering how to do it. It's a question of building up, not carving out, but once I got it, I was flying. I created a little head, then left it at that for the evening in order spend some quality time with Mom.

I went riding at Kerri's on the Saturday. That was fun. Twice in a month ! Woo, amazing. I rode Velvet for the first time in a long time. She's newly pregnant again, something that makes her rather moody personality quite pleasant, but she's out of shape because thanks to her arthritis, mostly only newbies ride her. She was happy to be worked, but she didn't have the stamina to keep it up. Then again, neither do I. The nice thing about riding Velvet is that I don't ride in a helmet when I ride her. For one, she's lower to the ground than the other horses I ride, and for another, I know her so well that I have no fear of her being unpredictable. She just... isn't.

I got a bit of sun stroke, though, and when I came home, I passed out on the veranda recliner for an hour and a half, and when I woke up, I hadn't the energy to do anything. I drew in the garden, but that was about it. I don't even know how I spent that night. It's a haze.

Sunday, I gave my sculpey man a body, using wire to add strength to some of his limbs. The whole sculpting process took about seven hours and then I cooked him in the oven for a little over an hour. I figured that when the top of his head was starting to brown, he was ready. *laugh* I'm extremely pleased with how well he turned out. Heck, I'm proud. For a first attempt, he's more than good. Go me ! I spent that evening scanning old photos for Mom and printing them on photo paper. She's putting together an album for Jean at the cottage. It's going to be a lovely gift.

Anyway, I'll leave you with this link to my new Elfwood page. Ya. Another one. This one is sci-fi stuff. I'll probably get one for my written stuff, too. Heh. This week, though, I have GOT to get Ray's page worked on. Grr. I just haven't had the energy. I hope this entry was satisfactorily lengthy and now I won't have people whining. What? My friends whining? Impossible. *grin*