Ubering For It, Paying For It, and Dying For It
One time an American friend asked me if, at this point in my career, I still had to audition to get roles. I told her that I worked in Canada—I still have to audition to get auditions.
One time an American friend asked me if, at this point in my career, I still had to audition to get roles. I told her that I worked in Canada—I still have to audition to get auditions.
When people ask me what Ford Nation is, I tell them it’s basically exactly the same as Leafs Nation without the losing when it matters most.
Public Service Announcement- if you can’t fucking drive a car in the same lane that has cyclists in it, don’t fucking get into a lane that has cyclists in it.
When I was younger and painting a house and took my shirt off, I would kind of fake apologize to draw attention to it. Now I just sincerely apologize because it’s the right thing to do.
I’m old enough to remember when “freedom fries” was a misnomer born of protest rather than a fair and accurate description.
“Well, when Albert and I were last chatting—” Sorry, just let me finish my eye roll. Continue.
It took Death to do the impossible: make the lyrics to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go seem poignant.
Part of the struggle of being an artist is finding part-time employment that complements an erratic schedule.
And the winners, hands down, of the Canadian Theatre Halloween Costume of the Year 2016 are…