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Friday, May 31st, 2002: I don't think anyone paid $200 like I did to get into the Air Canada Centre this past Tuesday, but apparently tickets to my alumni week show were being scalped outside The Second City. It gets better -- I was actually asked to sign an autograph on my way into the building!

Despite a Joe Flaherty no-show and the always-cranky Dave Thomas, the night went swimmingly. I was mostly a wall-hugger during the improv set afterwards, but I can't afford to get myself all banged up before next Tuesday night. And you'll be hearing all about that in the days to come...

Sunday, May 26, 2002: Alumni Week starts tomorrow at my alma mater, The Toronto Second City. I'll be performing on Wednesday night for the boys-only show.

I'll be in two scenes, one each from my last two mainstage revues. Actually, one is really an improv game -- that's Al Howell and I performing One Voice on the left.

Apparently Joe Flaherty has offered to host this expert scene variant just for the occasion. You'll have to come by and see for yourself whether or not he makes good on his promise...

Friday, May 24th, 2002: I haven't forgotten about you, just been busy writing some corporate comedy and watching the Leafs lose. Until my next insight into the world comes along, why don't you kill some time with this?
Saturday, May 18th, 2002: Imagine walking into a hotel room and instantly, the air conditioner is set at your favourite temperature, the radio tunes to your favourite station and the VCR is programmed to record your favourite shows... All automatically, with a transparent wireless connection to your handheld device.

That's the power of Bluetooth, baby, and I'm hooked up!

Of course, the most impressive thing I can do right now is dial my cell phone from my Palm Pilot. But just you wait -- I ain't frying my gonads with radio waves for nuthin'...

Tuesday, May 14th, 2002: Meet the newest member of my buddy list!

I got this wicked Bluetooth Springboard for my Visor last week (more on that later), even though UPS did everything in their power to keep it from me. Their tracking website is completely useless, and when you ring them up on the phone, they make you say your tracking number one digit at a time into a voice-recognition system that also doesn't work.

I finally spoke to a real live human being and nailed down a delivery date, but the package never came. Worse, they said it did. Worse than that, I couldn't go to UPS and pick it up myself because it would take them 24-48 hours just to figure out where the damn thing was!

Over the weekend I composed an email urging the good folks at PalmGear.com to dump UPS and find a better shipping partner. Just for fun, I found the name of United Parcel Service's CEO and CCed the message to him, taking four wild stabs at his email address.

One of them scored a direct hit, and today my phone is ringing off the hook with folks from the executive offices of UPS Canada. I love this Internet thing!

Saturday, May 11th, 2002: You'd think that working with the famous Colin Mochrie would be a dream come true, right? Well, not necessarily...

Before you get the wrong idea, Colin himself is always a blast to work with -- the best thing about him is that, even after getting so famous, there's nary a trace of ego to be found. That being said, the situation we found ourselves in yesterday was a little less than ideal.

Someone over at Nickelodeon got the clever if unoriginal idea of putting together some stock footage of picnics, and have two Whosers ad lib lines to it. Since Ryan Stiles wasn't available, and since Colin and I share the same agent, I got the gig -- I knew that would pay off sooner or later!

And I earned every American cent I made in the five hours spent in studio, trying to make funny with seemingly endless clips of ants and nerdy 50's families. As we laid down our first hundred takes (no lie) Colin and I found ourselves in that frustrating place between improv and script, and without a strong hand to lead the way; I knew going in that Colin would get the celebrity treatment, but our star-struck producer had some trouble effectively directing the session.

We finally got into a groove towards the end, but it just goes to show ya... Sometimes even dream gigs end up being work.

Tuesday, May 7th, 2002: 17,000 hits... Boo-ya!
Monday, May 6th, 2002: What do you get when you combine some good gameplay with the most offensive subject matter imaginable? You get KABOOM!, the suicide bomber game!

I read about it in this Newsday article, courtesy of Wired News. Of course Newsday, in all their wussiness, could never be so forward-thinking as to actually link to the game so readers could play it for themselves -- that's what I'm here for!

Sunday, May 5th, 2002: In case you were wondering, the crowd at Second City loved No Logo Players; hopefully the folks at Just for Laughs will feel the same way!

I got an annoying call from the Canadian Film Centre last Friday. Apparently they're submitting a survey to the Ministry of Education, indicating the success of their programs, and probably to get some kind of government handout. I was asked two simple questions:

  1. "Did you successfully complete the nerd school course?"
  2. "Were you working on January 31st of this year?"

I answered "yes" to both, but quickly realized that my answers wouldn't indicate whether or not I was working in my specific field of study. Since the Film Centre attracts folks who are already professionals, of course we'll be working after our time there is done! After five months-plus of zero income, do we have any other choice?

I promptly changed my second answer, and noted the lingering bad taste in my mouth.

Wednesday, May 1st, 2002: No Logo Players will debut at The Second City this Friday night. Click on the thumbnail at left for all the juicy, tender details...

It's a good thing I'm directing; you know you're a has-been when the crazy guy on Queen Street who's been yelling "I am the Devil's Advocate" at you for the past five years passes you by with nary a peep!