No more Blonde Adonis

Today, we made a little change. We dyed Rod's hair a reddish brown. Of course, with his hair being so blonde, it came out more red then brown, but his natural colour still shines through, creating a nice sun-kissed look. But the blonde has temporarily left the building. In his place is the beginnings of Evil Roddy. From innocent, sweet blonde, to devious red, to dark and dastardly...beware the Roddy!

Big Brother Bust

Well, the finale of BB6 is over, and it was pathetic. I knew that neither Maggie or Ivette were worthy of winning the money, but I watched because I wanted the fireworks of the jury grilling. And it was editted to shit. The only high points of the show were:

-Watching the audience snub "The Friendsheep"
-Watching April grovel for calling BB viewers pieces of shit
-Watching Howie be the star of the show

Other then that, it was as boring as watching wallpaper peel. CBS...you let me down in a big way. Boo on you.

Let's play 'If'

IF...

...You had to cast living actors to play each of the people with you right now in a new film, who would you choose to play each person?
Fancy - Sarah Polley
Rod - Bigfoot

...You could read the private diary of someone you know personally, whose would it be?
Rod...I'd never pass up a chance to see what's going on in that scientifically-complex mind of his

...You could hold one position in the current government, what would you want to do?
It's obvious this country needs a good bitchslap every once in a while to keep it from going silly, so I'll go with Prime Minister :-)

...You could have chosen your own first name, other than your current one, what would it be?
I'd say Grace, because it's what I want to possess, but chances are I wouldn't possess it anyways, since we already know I'm not capable of being Fancy :-p

...You could receive one small package this very moment, who would it be from and what would be in it?
Gramma, a small gold locket engraved with our birthdates

...You were suddenly naked in front of everyone at work, what would you say to them?
"Well. It appears I left my Casual Day money in my other pants"

...You could pick to own any building in existence, which would you pick?
Chenounceau in the Loire Valley

...You had to be homeless for one year, where would you want to be?
Hawaii

...You could have one current politician removed from office, who would you get rid of?
Fuck that...One's not good enough

...You had to name one thing that your mate could do to assure you would leave them forever, what would it be?
Murder me?

And the Grand Finale (picked by Rod, at Random...I think)

...If you had to kill someone I know, who would it be and how would you do it?
Dammit Rod, I said to pick a random question! This is not your chance to try to frame me for any future accidental on-purpose deaths you fall victim to! Cheater!

Being invited in tonight

Have you ever listened to John Mayer's song, Not Myself?

Besides being a melodical treasure, it's a special song because it's a lyrical invitation into my moods. Anyone who's been keeping up with my blogs for the last two months knows that something's not right in my world. I'm still no closer to figuring out what it is that's knocked me off course, but there is something that's anchoring me, keeping me from floating off into panic: Rodney. For all of my complaints about him, he patiently waits for me to come down off the ceiling and he doesn't push me to be normal for his sake.

My world is in a state of flux that scares and exhilerates me. In an instant, I went from safe and familiar to itinerant and unrecognizable. I promise that I'll come back from this. Bear with me for now.

Who would you...?

A while back, Jette was telling me about this poll going around one of her forums, the top 10 fictional characters you would sleep with, and I sort of set out to create my own list. Sadly, I'm pathetic, and I really struggled to round it up to ten...to the point that I padded it with an real life entrant because of the actor who played him. Is that cheating? Probably, but it's my list, and it's my game, so bite me (and if you happen to be any of the people on the list, may I add a *PLEASE* to that last statement).

Fancy's Fantasy Fictional Fucks

1. Dallas Beaudine (Fancy Pants by Susan Elizabeth Phillips)
2. Rusty Ryan (Ocean's 11/12 circa 2001/2004)
3. Roux (Chocolat, 2000)
4. Elena de la Vega/Elena Montero (The Mask of Zorro, 1998...Catherine's mine people, back off!)
5. Dr. (Marvin) Leo Marcus (Will & Grace)
6. Jeff Stevens (If Tomorrow Comes by Sidney Sheldon)
7. John Mellors (Lady Chatterly's Lover)
8. Achilles (Troy, 2004)
9. Odysseus (Troy 2004)
10. Pierre Elliott Yves Trudeau (Trudeau, 2002 [CBC Production])

You can't fault me for my last choice...I've heard PET was incredibly charismatic, and Colm Feore oozes charisma that makes me want to do tender-but-bad things.

Honorable mentions go out to:
1. Every character Catherine Zeta Jones has ever played
2. Satine from Moulin Rouge
3. Dr. Julian Mercer from Something's Gotta Give

Role Playing

Sometimes you want to step out of your life and live a different one, even just for a brief moment. I think that people who don't admit that they get those urges are either lying or suffer cruelly from a terminal lack of curiousity/imagination. I refuse to see such imaginings as some kind of dissatisfaction with one's life necessarily, just as a chance to explore what the other possibilities could have been. So, I put it to you...what's your alternate universe?

In another life, I could see myself as either a singer or a dancer. Neither are a big stretch for me. I can carry a tune, and I've got the long, sinewy lines preferred by professional dancers. And I'm actually quite free with expression through movement. I'm comfortable with letting music lead me.

I used to love to sing. I've got a clear soprano in the higher range, and I've got an ear for picking up lyrics and melodies quickly and easily. But I was never encouraged. My folks, gotta love them, didn't really know me growing up. I don't think they've ever heard me solo come to think of it. And they were more interested in seeing me get a desk job that pays a salary rather then pursue my passions, so I wasn't exactly dreaming big. Furthermore, there was always someone better around. The real stinging blow was delivered by a boyfriend who insisted that he wanted to perform a song with someone else instead of with me because they were considered a star in the choir. So after a while, I started to wonder what was wrong with me. Well, other factors play a role in what happened next, but a distinct lack of support was important too; I developed an intense anxiety about people seeing me. To the point that I was hospitalized once during a rehearsal because I felt like a huge fraud. I was pretty sure I was only there to fill a void.

Every once in a while a glimmer of the life I wanted unveils itself to me, and I wistfully close the door. I haven't sang out loud for about 5 years. Even for Rod, who appears to like it. And yet, I can picture myself in front of an audience, mic in hand, and it's me and the music.

As for dancing, I also used to dance as a young kid. I started in Ballet, and during my second year when I was about 7, I was almost moved up to the Intermediate group for the end of year showcase, but in the end, the choreography for the group dance was changed so they could accommodate the group without adding people to make it work. But for some reason, when we moved from Fort Smith, I wasn't enrolled in Ballet anymore. But as I got older, I was more interested in ballroom dancing. I love the stories you can tell with dance. I aspire to learn to do the Tango, and not just the steps...I want to tell a story and to me, the Tango epitomizes this...love, heat, passion, jealousy, coldheartedness, rejection, intensity, and most of all, humanity. And I wonder, am I too old to start? But hey, if Robert Duvall can start after 50, I think I can do it at 26.

So there you have it. No secret desires to be an accountant or an astronaut or a zookeeper. Just give me the music.

The Birthday Party of the century...

and quite frankly, I don't give a damn.

I can get behind Canada Day. I'm all for Canada Day. But Alberta's 100th Birthday doesn't do it for me. The province that is the controversial site of my birth doesn't suit my tastes, to put it politely. I can muster more pride in the Northwest Territories than I can in Alberta, and that sadly, not saying a whole lot. I sometimes wonder if I would like Alberta better if I lived in Calgary, because I've always liked it there. It's more cosmopolitan, it's got a wider range of activities that would appeal to me, and let's face it...major bands and touring companies will always choose Calgary over Edmonton for concert stopovers.

I've also got the world travelling bug...I've been to cities and countries that have existed for like, a thousand years, and the history nerd that I am, it just intrigues me more that these places have flourished for that long, through some of history's greatest events. So for me, there's nothing really exciting about a 100 year old city. I know, I know, call me a spoil sport. I went down to the Legislature Grounds to take in the festivities, and I wasn't impressed with what I was seeing. Calgary got the better performers by far. Edmonton got some 50's imitator guy covering golden oldies (and his performance was nothing special...he could carry a tune, and that's all I'm going to say about that). Then it started to rain. It was a light rain, but it was enough to aggrevate my knees, so I was just not in the mood to wait around for the fireworks (which I can partially see from my window anyways, as they are going off right now). So I split and left Rod and Jette to enjoy the show without my sour attitude.

Such are differences. I'm not interested in a sense of community, I'm interested in taking the world by storm.