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Friday, February 28th, 2003: Scratch another item off of my acting career to-do list; I can now add the title of "porn actor" to my résumé!

If you're at all interested in seeing my double-début -- don't worry, there's no nudity involved -- you'll have to line up for Darryl Gold's third-annual Bring Your Own Porn Party tomorrow night at the Blue Moon, 725 Queen Street East. There will be two screenings of the hour-long program of films, at 9pm and again at 11. See you there, if you dare!

Sunday, February 23rd, 2003: Last night I lived the Canadian dream, watching the Leafs beat the Habs at a bar with some dear friends while a snowstorm raged outside. This morning I'm taking care of some business, letting you know about some "krazee dealz" on eBay that end today. Click on the appropriate links before dinnertime if you're interested in a CF card reader, optical mouse, photo printer or faulty notebook hard drive!
Wednesday, February 19th, 2003: Before you click on the mystery item, I'll give you fair warning of what you're gonna see...

I did my murder mystery for Rogers on Monday night. On paper it was pretty much a dream gig -- schmooze with some folks about the wireless industry, then interrupt a speaker and die a Shakespearean death. It was all pretty much improvised, but one thing we could and should have rehearsed was the removal of my carcass from the room.

It turned out that the foursome charged with the disposal of my body didn't know quite how to lift me, so instead they dragged me out by the legs across the filthy carpet of the ballroom floor! I couldn't really complain because two of them were the clients who hired me, so I retreated quietly to the safety of my dressing room, where I got one the other actors to take this picture of my fresh wounds. And if you think it's gross, be thankful that I cropped out my love handles, and consider that since then the wounds have been busy seeping and scabbing their way to being healed.

Friday, February 14th, 2003: If you're not doing anything tomorrow at 1pm, come on over to Yonge & Dundas and take part in an international protest against the coming war on Iraq. It won't stop the blood lust of the American Commander-in-Chief, but it's a much classier way to get on TV than Are You Hot!
Thursday, February 13th, 2003: Everybody I know seems to be soiling themselves over Curb Your Enthusiasm, the new Larry David sitcom on Showcase last night. I myself was unimpressed -- granted there were some very funny moments in the two episodes I saw, but you can't deny that the star of this thing, however talented he is as a writer, producer, etc., is nonetheless a shit actor. The same could (and has) been said about Seinfeld, but that show was blessed with a brilliant supporting cast. As for CYE, before doing some research I was convinced that Larry's wife was playing herself, and was about as much of an actor as Larry himself. Now I know only the second part of that statement is true.

Besides, are B-list Hollywood celebrities really that interesting? I mean, Larry Sanders was doing this stuff a decade ago, and doing it much better. Let's move on, okay?

Tuesday, February 11th, 2003: In my decade-plus of professional acting there are still a couple of things that I've never done. One of them is coming off the list next week, when I perform in my first-ever murder mystery. For a lucky company on retreat in Hockley Valley I'll be playing a motivational speaker who gets poisoned and dies a Shakespearian death during his podium pep talk -- the role of a lifetime!
Friday, February 7th, 2003: Um, aside from adding another hour or so to the proceedings, what exactly did the presence of Barbara Walters add to the Wacko Jacko documentary on TV last night?
Thursday, February 6th, 2003: What you're looking at here is a confection called dragon's beard, that is, egg noodles (or corn starch, I can't verify which) stretched out into super thin strands and rolled in powdered sugar. After this chef is done with 'em, he passes them on to another who wraps the strands around either almond or sesame paste. The result looks like a Frosted Mini-Wheat, but tastes way better.

I bought a six-pack of the stuff at the Toronto celebration of the Lunar New Year last Saturday night. And why am I only telling you about it this evening? Because I've been busy uploading the rest of my Tokyo photos, that's why!