Well, here we are; after a summer of pure, unadulterated hell, we have now returned to our regular scheduled programming. With luck, there won’t be another disruption until the site has to move back to its original server (if that ever happens at all).
August 24, 2009
August 19, 2009
UPDATE: The site is working again, but I include the comic below just in case. Also, it seems that for whatever reason, the site address doesn’t work without a suffix. You have to type http://www.massey.utoronto.ca/alumni/westofbathurst.html, whereas before, you could leave off the html. I do not know why. I may cry soon.
For what it’s worth, then…here is your link to the site.
August 17, 2009
The site came up unexpectedly an hour or so ago. It shut down RIGHT in the middle of me uploading new files. Now I’m not sure how much I got up and how much I’ll have to do again. BLOODY BLOODY BLOODY BLOOD!
If I didn’t have to rename and alter nearly six hundred files to do so, I would defect to an independent site this very minute. I’m freaking tired of this.
Here are the new comic and Rant:
Monday, August 17, 2009: Fringiness
I am a bad person; I didn’t post last week. I blame the fact that last weekend was, time-wise, the weekend from hell; it started with a play performance, went on to include hiking and karaoke (both absolutely necessary), and ended on Monday with a plane trip back to Toronto. Since then, I’ve been struggling to finish the work I really should have finished weeks ago so that my boss won’t kill me. (I met with her, and she didn’t kill me, luckily. In fact, she seemed to think I’d done well. Huh.)
Belatedly, then, I proudly present:
What I Learned at the Calgary Fringe Festival
1) If you store a $2,500 keyboard, an $800 amp, a nice bookcase, and a bunch of knickknacks backstage during a theatrical run, what is actually going to be stolen is a biscuit tin (returned the next day), a small black purse with nothing in it, a plastic dinosaur, and a pen.
2) Musical murder mysteries attract a decidedly more aged demographic than one might expect.
3) It is fun to discover this fact two days into the run of a play featuring the untimely demise of an impotent old man with hair in unsightly places.
4) It is also fun to realise that for plot-related reasons, you have specified that this impotent old man is all of sixty-two.
5) One never remembers what hilarious things one can do with a slide whistle until after such a memory would be useful.
6) Theater-goers do not laugh in the right places. That is…their laughter is appreciated, but it is not always expected, and they tend not to laugh at the actual scripted jokes but instead at the lines you do not realise are jokes until five hours after the end of opening night, and then only because you are lying awake, trying to figure out what everyone was laughing at.
7) When someone steals your biscuit tin, and you are forced to rely upon an emergency package of cookies from the corner store because the biscuits are essential to the play and cannot, even in such dire straits, be mimed, take the damn cookies out of the damn crinkly plastic wrapper and put them in someone’s damn shoe or something so that the audience can hear the damn dialogue over the resulting deafening racket.
8 ) There is little that cannot be accomplished with electrical tape and ingenuity, with an emphasis upon the former.
9) That one actor is not going to remember that one line. Let it go. Leeeeet iiiiiiit gooooo…
10) When everyone is screaming with laughter, even the sudden and disastrous implosion of an entire crucial song can apparently be forgiven.
August 14, 2009
August 12, 2009
No Rant yet. I’m drowning in work. Bloody, bloody, bloody.
August 10, 2009
Sorry for the lateness, guys. I’m flying back to Toronto today, and yesterday I went hiking and had a cast party, and I am DAMNED TIRED. The Rant will be up later today or tomorrow. For now, here’s Monday’s comic.
August 9, 2009
Sorry about the late comic; our play’s closing night was today, and everything has been a little mad. It is entirely possible that the Monday comic will be late as well. Stay tuned.
No site again. Bloody.
August 7, 2009
No site. Here’s the comic. I want there to be a colour comic at some point tomorrow, but it may be a weeny bit late.
August 5, 2009
August 3, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009: Calgary`s Transit System is Definitely the Devil
I know I did a Rant on Calgary transit last week, but damn, is this a terrible system. I think it may actually be out to get everybody who has to use it.
Yesterday, a friend and I needed to get from Kensington to Inglewood, with a brief stop at Staples to photocopy some stuff. The trip from Kensington to Staples is a 25-minute walk or a 3-minute journey on the C-Train (plus a 10-minute walk). Then there was supposed to be another 10-minute walk and a 15-minute bus journey.
We arrived at the C-Train station and waited for 15 minutes (unusual, even for a Saturday). I would like to stress that there were no notices visible at this station.
The train arrived, and everyone got off. We figured this was odd, but we got on anyway. The train sat there for five minutes. We probably should have noticed that things were already going wrong, but it was 30 degrees C outside, and we weren`t at our sharpest.
A voice announced that this train was going back towards Sait Station, not downtown. We tried to get off the train. The doors wouldn`t open.
We took at unscheduled journey to Sait, where we stood waiting for at least another fifteen minutes for the damn train to come back so we could return to Sunnyside Station.
We could have waited for the shuttle, but we were already running late. We took the 25-minute walk to Staples. The shuttle didn`t pass us, so it was probably a wise decision. Afterwards, however, we realised that the street down which the trains and our bus normally ran was completely shut down, and we had no idea where else to catch the bus except way back in Kensington. We walked back to Kensington. Unbeknownst to us, if we had glanced slightly to the right at a certain intersection, we would have seen a stop at which we could have caught the bus.
The bus we were trying to catch passed us when we were a minute`s walk away from the stop. We actually stood there on the wrong side of a red light and watched it idling at the intersection, mocking us. We had to wait twenty more minutes for the bus.
About five minutes before we reached our destination on transfers that had actually already expired, though we didn`t realise it at the time, a guy who was even more angry at the Calgary transit system than we were stormed onto the bus and sat down just behind us. He treated us to a loud, detailed monologue on how Calgary transit was the Worst Thing Ever.
We ran into a street festival just before we needed to get off the bus. Though we requested a stop before we reached the detour, the bus just kept going, taking us about four blocks out of our way.
We arrived at our destination nearly two hours after we had left.
This afternoon, my friend found me a bike.