Toonie, Twoonie, Twoney?

You got your penny, your nickel, your dime, quarter and loonie.  But why isn’t the two dollar coin spelled with a “two” at the beginning?  I’ve been spelling it toonie.  Have I been wrong all this time?
Don’t think so.

Mythical Super Hero Anne – Chapter 1

Back in the very first year that we produced Annekenstein, I had written a little sketch that pretended that Anne of Green Gables was a Japanese superhero.  The sketch was performed as if it was dubbed into English.  We had a pre-recorded soundtrack complete with stilted-English dialogue, while we pretended to mouth the words as if we were silently speaking Japanese.  It was a pretty strange sketch.
Anyway, a couple of years after that, and because I liked the idea of AoGG actually being a Japanese superhero, I decided to write that sketch out as a short story, pretending that this particular story is but one in a series of Mythical Super Hero Anne stories for Japanese girls.
I now present, in chapter form, that story to you, if you care to read it.

The Adventures of Mythical Super Hero Anne

Part 21

“The Destruction of The
Loved Ones!”

1.

             Toshomiko,
the girl-shaped human form disguise of Mythical Super Hero Anne, and her
dearest friend, Diannakiro, along with another factory worker named Josipi,
were riveting side panels of Tondo Motor Corporation’s newest sport-coupe
utility vehicles. All three were honored to be chosen, four weeks earlier by
the plant manager, as riveters for the prestigious New-Vehicle Assembly
Line.  Diannakiro and Toshomiko had been,
before the promotion, working at the Vehicle Corrections Checkpoint, their
responsibility being to assure that no mistakes had been made in assemblage of
the vehicles.  That had been a dull job,
as Tondo Motor Corporation was reputed to be the best, and most error free
vehicle manufacturing plant in all of Japan.

            It
was late in the day, and, so far, they had riveted side panels on four hundred
and fifty two cars.  Diannakiro had
worked hard, and well.  For the last part
of the late afternoon shift, she was the riveter, the most demanding position
of the riveting line, with Josipi heating the rivets, and Toshomiko tossing
them to Diannakiro, who put them on the cars. 
She was tired and sore, but felt pleased with their output.  No, it wasn’t a record number of side panels
for one day, but it was a respectable number. 
Besides, it was the Americans who were always worrying about breaking
records.  Diannakiro was just as happy
obtaining respect.

            Naturally,
Mythical Super Hero Anne could have easily riveted seven hundred side panels by
herself, a clear record number, if she so chose, but she knew that that kind of
productivity might make others suspicious. 
She knew she had to be careful around the people at the plant,
especially Josipi, for she knew that Josipi did not like Toshomiko.  In the past she had looked for ways to make
Toshomiko look bad in front of the plant manager.  Of course Josipi could never find anything to
make Toshomiko look bad, but Toshomiko still wanted to be careful, and went out
of her way to be nice to Josipi.

            “This
rivet is nice and hot,” she would say to Josipi, as she tossed the glowing
red rivet to Diannakiro.  Or, “You
are a hard worker, Josipi.”  Bad
feelings between coworkers in the workplace, besides being a detriment to
productivity, could possibly lead to a workplace investigation, and that,
Toshomiko/Mythical Super Hero Anne knew, could inadvertently cause her true
superhuman identity to be revealed to all of the world. It was of utmost
importance to Mythical Super Human Anne, and for the security of Tokyo that no
one know of her powers, that she not give away the secret that she was, in
reality, not Toshomiko, a mild mannered Japanese girl of fourteen, but Mythical
Super Hero Anne, the supposedly mythical Japanese super hero.

She had told Diannakiro the
secret when they had first met, or rather, Diannakiro had guessed right away.
At that moment, Mythical Super Hero Anne knew that someone who could discover
her secret as easily as Diannakiro had must be kept close at hand.  From then on Toshomiko treated Diannakiro as
a Kindred Spirit, to such an extent that Diannakiro even partook in some of
Mythical Super Hero Anne’s adventures. 
Mythical Super Hero Anne/Toshomiko knew that Diannakiro could be trusted
to keep the secret.

           

            Toshomiko
had just handed Diannakiro the final rivet for the four hundred and fifty third
vehicle when an announcement came over the loudspeaker in a pleasant female
voice:

            “Attention,
factory workers! As you all know, tomorrow is a holiday.  Therefore, morning workout exercises here at
the plant will begin one half hour later than usual, enabling you to be happy
as you spend extra quality time with your grandparents.  Despite the half hour delay in startup, it is
expected that your happiness will cause your holiday productivity levels to
remain at the high standards that you, the factory workers, set for yourselves.

            “For
those of you staying today after work to do more work, saki will be served in
the factory workers’ lounge.  That is
all.”

            Toshomiko
removed her clean, white cotton gloves, and unzipped her clean, white cotton
coveralls.  “Diannakiro,” she
said, stepping out of her work clothes, ” let us leave work, now.”

            Diannakiro
put down her riveter, and began to remove her outerwear.  “Toshomiko, my dearest friend, and my
colleague, Josipi, another day of high productivity must reluctantly come to an
end.”

            ‘This
is true,” agreed Toshomiko. 
“And we must rest tonight so that we will be in top physical and
mental form for tomorrow’s workday,” 
she reminded the other workers.

            Josipi
picked up another rivet and the riveter Diannakiro had just abandoned, and
said, “I shall work for another four hours, so that the plant manager will
be impressed with my day’s body of work.”

            Toshomiko
smiled a polite smile and said, “Very well.  I am not in a battle with you over
productivity levels, Josipi.”  Then
she turned to Diannakiro and said, “Come, Diannakiro, you will stay with
me and my adopted family while we eat our evening food meal.”

            “Thank
you for your generous offer,” said Diannakiro.  “I accept.  Thank you to you.  I look forward to again meeting your adopted
father, Matthewsan, and his sister Malirra.”

            “Thank
you for your acceptance, Diannakiro,” said Toshomiko. “Let us go, and
leave Josipi to work in peace.”

            Toshomiko
and Diannakiro mounted their bicycles and rode together out of the factory.

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Next time – Chapter 2 – Meeting the family

More Car Woes

I last wrote about our car woes in September.  Large amounts of dollars to fix it, then.  Actually, the large amounts of dollars were more about trying different things to fix it, and failing.  Finally, though, we took it to Walter Piccotts, and they reset the computer and that seemed to have solved it.  Another place had set the computer earlier, but that, for whatever reason, didn’t solve it.  The second re-set did, though.
Well, after that, it had been running fine.  Okay, so there was the power steering that was leaking a bit, and we had to keep topping up the coolant because the low coolant light kept coming on every 4-5 days.  But, the power steering had been leaking, like, forever, and it was a tolerable annoyance.  And, we put in some radiator LeakGoop product, and that seemed to slow the radiator leak quite substantially.  So, yeah, the car had been running great, apart from these annoyances.
Then, right in the midst of the hectic, nervous week before our Sketch22 Christmas show opened, our car again decides to break down.  The same thing as in September.  Car stalls when you’re driving along, so you have to re-ignite is as you coast.  Driving from Winsloe into Ch’town, it might stall 3 or 4 times.  Totally unacceptable, of course, and, seeing as we just got it “fixed” in September, totally infuriating.
So, we take it back to the place (out of three we tried in September) that seemed to cure it in September.  Their claim this time was that the power steering burst and leaked liquid on the alternator.  Damn me and my stupid procrastinating self!  Damn me straight to hell!  I knew that it would come back to bite me on the arse, and yet I did nothing!  I’m an idiot!!!
Gonna need a new alternator (even though we got the alternator replaced in September, even though replacing the alternator in September didn’t cure the problem then, even though the mechanic said it would).  And, yes, they’ll have to fix that power steering leak.  Okay, so we get a new alternator and power steering unit on Wednesday and that cost a couple of hundred.  Okay, so not so bad, the car’s fixed and the power steering leak has been cleared up.
Driving the car home from the shop on Wednesday evening, it stalls once, then twice.  And, now, anytime you put it in reverse and try to back it up, it stalls out.  Okay, contain the anger.  Then, just before we try to back the car in the driveway, the radiator burst.  Damn me and my stupid procrastinating ways!  Damn me straight to hell!  I knew that it would come back to bite me on the arse, and yet I did nothing!  I’m an idiot!!!
So, in the absolute depths of despair (well, for a Canadian who has a home and food on the table, and a loving wife and kid) I drive the ailing, stalling, liquid spewing car back to the shop and, because they’re closed, I park it and leave it, with the keys out in the open, hoping someone would steal it.  In the cold of a December night, I, depressed, walk from Parkdale to the Guild, to our dress rehearsal.
The next day, the shop calls and says the radiator leak is gonna cost a few hundred dollars to fix, and when re-investigating the “stalling when in reverse” problem, it looks like the problem is the ignition switch.  Gonna need a new one of those.  Won’t be able to get a part now, though, until Monday.  Sigh.  Okay, fix the fucker!
Anyway, Monday comes, and the car’s fixed and we pay the money to get it back.  On the way home, the thing stalls.  Okay.  Don’t panic.  Probably it stalled because the computer needs to re-set itself.  Wait until it stalls again before Totally Freaking Out.  So far, a month later, it hasn’t stalled again.  The car is working great.  No leaks at all, it starts great and runs smoothly.
There is some weird static-electrical thing happening though, that causes me not to be able to use my iPod/iTrip.  When I use it, it’s pretty much unlistenable due to static interference.  That doesn’t happen in any other car.  Odd and frustrating.
So, the car’s working great.  Until last Friday.  Two days ago.  Car won’t start.  It’ll turn over, but it won’t engage.  It just “werwerwerwerwerwer”s.  I thought, because it was kind of cold on Friday, that the gas line had frozen, but that doesn’t seem to be the problem.  It shouldn’t be spark plugs, because we just got a complete new set in September (one of the initial failed attempts to figure out why it was stalling).  It’s not the battery, as there seems to be lots of juice, and getting a boost from another car didn’t help.
So, there it sits, in our driveway.  An ugly and expensive piece of lawn-art.
Guess we’ll get it towed to our mechanic on Monday and see what the problem is this time.
Why do we still have this car, you ask.  Because we are currently in the financial position where we can’t afford to get another car, and we do need a car, so we’re unfortunately forced to keep fixing this one.

Is It Live or Is It Memorex?

Can you tell which is the real F1 image and which is the GP4 game version?

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Sketch22 Goes Madly Off

Tonight, Dennis, Andrew and I will be performing a couple of sketches at Madly Off In All Directions at the Confederation Centre in Ch’town.  Sketch22 has done Madly Off before, and I’ve done it before with another group. Because it’s primarily a show that’s being taped for radio broadcast, it’s a different performance than usual because you really have to perform to the microphone so that means everyone is pretty much stationary and there’s not the same character interactions as usual. 
There’s a great lineup of performers scheduled and it should be a great night.  If there are tickets left, you should come out and see the show.  It’ll be the last Madly Off to come to Ch’town, as Lorne Elliot is getting sane and ending the run of the show.

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A Special Offer To UPEI Students

I haven’t talked this over with the other guys in Sketch22, but I have come up with what I think is a pretty sweet deal for students at UPEI, and I’m sure my sketch compatriots would be cool with this.
I am hereby offering this deal to any and all UPEI students:  Because some of our Sketch22 shows get over-booked during our summer run, I am going to suggest that any UPEI student who wants to say they’ve seen our show, come and pay your money for the ticket, and then not stay for the show.  I promise that, if asked, I’ll say that you enjoyed the show to a degree 70% of those who’ve seen it.
You’ll be doing Sketch22 a service, because we really don’t like to perform when there’s standing room only.   You’ll be doing a service to those audience members who really do want to see us. 
And you’ll be getting easy credit.  Isn’t that what UPEI’s all about?
I’ll also extend the offer so that it includes UPEI faculty, ex-faculty, members of the board and administration, and janitors.
Registrars shall remain exempt.

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A Sketch22 Weekend Update

We are back from the Halifax Sketch Comedy CBC Audition Weekend.  We are trying not to feel like conquering heroes.
It was a really fun weekend, hanging out with the guys.  There was the eating, and the drinking, and the ogling that one would expect a bunch of guys to do.  Rather than go on about the periphery of the weekend, this post will focus on the reason we were in Halifax – to audition for a CBC producer who is planning on producing a one-time sketch-comedy tv show featuring 6 sketch comedy groups from across Canada.  Auditions are being held in Halifax, Toronto and Vancouver.  We were part of, along with 8 other groups, the Halifax auditions.
The event was held on a Sunday night at Gingers Tavern.  The Comedy Dawgs perform there every Sunday night, apparently.  I don’t know what kind of stuff the Comedy Dawgs does, but based on the very small dimensions of the stage, I’m guessing it’s mostly stand-up comedy.
So, yeah, the small stage was a bit of an issue for some groups I’m guessing, but not really a problem for us.
Here’s my impressions of the night of sketch comedy:
The first group was god-awful, their segment containing a couple of horrid bits revolving around the election.  Yeah, it was timely, but it was not funny in the least, and really amateurishly performed.  I couldn’t possibly convey to you how bad they were.
We (Sketch22) were really interested to see how we compared to other sketch groups in the region.  We had some fear that we’d prove to be not all-that, and would be driving home the next day realising that we were nothing special.  This first group allayed all those fears and had us feeling really good about our stuff.  Their badness instilled in me many emotions.  I was ecstatic that this was potentially the level of competition we’d be facing.  I was also worried that if this was an example of the rest of the night, many of the audience (which was packed, by the way) might leave before we went on (we were slated last).  I also felt bad for the group performing.  They were giving it their all, but it just wasn’t good.  The audience was kind and laughed encouragingly for them.
To be honest, I don’t really remember the order in which the other groups performed, so I’ll just pick and choose memories as they come to me.
I found it interesting that a lot of the groups had “god” “jesus” or “philosophy” as the theme of their sketches.  The kind of comedy you’d expect to see at a university talent show.  Kind of sophomoric and text-booky.  Of the god-religion-philosophy themed sketches:
One group had an interesting sketch involving Jesus, Mary, Joseph and Buddha.  Basically the sketch was about Mary telling Joseph and Jesus the truth about Jesus’s real father.  It was interesting because it traversed some of the same themes that we did in our Christmas show.  They had some pretty funny lines, and was somewhat edgy, but overall it really missed the mark for me due to the poor performances of the actors.  The guy who played Buddha laughed at his own lines a few times, mostly when the audience would laugh at them too.
Another group, a duo, did this way-too-long sketch where they both played gods who were creating Man and Earth and kind of following the History of Man to its inevitable conclusion involving nuclear explosions.  They were good performers, and some of the material was pretty funny, but the two criticisms I had for their bit are: 1) it was way too long, in desperate need of editing, and 2) I had seen them perform the exact same bit maybe 10-15 years ago.
Yet another group had a couple of scenes that involved Jesus as a waiter.  To be honest, I didn’t pay too much attention to this group as they didn’t seem to be very good.
Also interesting was that two groups each had a very similar sketch, of the type that I’d seen performed somewhere else long ago.  I’ll call it the “wha’ ‘appened” sketch.  They both start out with a “business man”.  He gets accosted, in one group it was by a bum, in the other it was by a mugger.  There is some dialogue and in the end, the roles have reversed, so that in the first sketch, the business man is now seen as a bum, and in the other the business man ends up mugging the mugger.  Wha’ ‘appened?  Not very good, either of them.
The night wasn’t all bad, though.  There were some competent and funny performers.
One guy, physically a cross between Quentin Tarrentino, Neil Patrick Harris and David Hyde Pierce (he had a three-name name, too) was a gifted mime.  Yes.  Mime.  Fascinating to watch, but, you know, it was mime.  He also did some talky-bits.  One where he’s on the phone to god, and maybe another one that I can’t remember.  He was a pretty competent performer and my only complaint about him was his over-bearing ego got in the way of the comedy he was performing.  In fact, his comedy was kind of all about how great he was.  Kind of off-putting.  He was the kind of guy who’d insist on gathering all the groups together before the show, so that he could suggest that all the groups could make sure that they conform to some sort of thing that was important to him and his group but not really important to any other group.  In fact, that’s what he did.  He had the organizer call all the groups together.  Once called, Quentin Patrick Pierce instructed us all on how great it would be if we could all use the same convention when informing the audience that a sketch was over.  Since there was no way to “blackout” the lights to signify the end of a sketch, perhaps, chaps, we could all just say “blackout!” to indicate such.  He said it would be good to instruct the audience that anytime they heard the word “blackout” that they were to close their eyes.  Then, he suggested, when we say the word “open”, they’d open their eyes.
What nonsense.  Graham made me laugh when he said that one of our sketches had the word “blackout” in it a bunch of times and how would we handle that?  Neil Hyde Anal, taking Graham seriously when absolutely nobody else did, suggested that we could use the word “scene” instead of blackout.
That important bit of business taken care of, and his feathers properly displayed, the cock of the walk allowed us to get back to our regular programming.
He did a segment on his own, and also was in another segment with a group of 4 or 5 others.  They, apparently, were an improv group who decided recently to switch over to writing sketches.  Trouble is, they didn’t have any sketches written.  Also, apparently, they were misinformed as to the nature of the event, and they were expecting to do improv.  When they were told, days before the event, that it had to be scripted material, they feverishly began the arduous task of rehearsing some improv games and, I’m guessing, transcribing the words they said in rehearsals.  These bits became their “scripted material”.
As a group, they were all pretty talented, I thought, but their material was weak.  Basically, they performed maybe 30 “sketches”, each that consisted of a brief setup, then a punchline.  Then the “blackout!” followed by “Open!”, then into another 10 to 30 second “sketch”.   It reminded me of fast improv games you do to warm yourself and the audience up.  Only these were written down.
Good talent, really poor execution.  And not “sketch comedy”.
The best of the bunch of groups was a duo from Moncton, called, I believe “2 To Go”.  Consisted of a woman who was pretty funny and a guy who was really funny.  They did a bit where they played nuns who had a cable-access type show that focused on Entertainment News.  Basically a back-and-forth bit where the nuns say increasingly more outlandish and bawdy things.  It was pretty funny and well-performed.  Yet I couldn’t help but sense that it was a bit too rote for them.  They obviously performed this a lot, and their reactions to the lines sometimes had that “I’ve heard this a thousand times before, but I’m acting like this is the first time I’m hearing this line” fakery.  They did a second sketch which I honestly don’t remember.  Then they inexplicably went back to an encore of the two nuns, and did basically more of the same.  I was surprised that they went back to the nuns sketch and it had me wondering if this was all that was in their repetoire.  Their material was what I would call “good PopCultured” jokes, and would fit well, if perhaps a bit too racy, in an Air Farce show.  Of all the groups that performed, they are the only other group besides us that I could see the CBC going for.  Not so much from their material, but from their sense of professionalism.  To me, though, their act was a bit too polished, to the point where it was a bit robotic.   Another factor that could potentially work in their favour is the fact that they are half woman and half gay-asian and that might be a benefit in terms of the CBC feeling the need to consider demographics?
The only other performer worth talking about was a guy who did standup.  I’m not sure why he was included in an audition for sketch comedy because his routine was pure standup.  He started off dressed in Scottish garb and did a bit in Scottish brogue about Keiths beer.  I didn’t really understand the point of it, but the audience seemed to like it.  He did a couple of other non-scottish-guy routines that were pretty funny.  It was apparent that he was a pretty smart stand-up comic, but his stuff wasn’t sketch comedy.  After the show was over, he went to great lengths to try and impress the Sketch22 group.  It was during these attempts to fit in where I learned what an egotistical, desperate sadsack this guy was.  A good comedian, but something of an asshole in real life.
Anyway, he was on just before us.  The MC, who was a standup comic, and a not-very-good one but thankfully kept his between-group bits short, came up and started doing this “thanks for coming out to the show” bit.  We, as a group, began to get a bit worried because he was kind of signalling to the crowd that the show was over, and I was afraid that they’d start getting their coats on, etc.  Fortunately, he stopped that before it became trouble and introduced us.
My character in our first sketch was the first one on stage, and I noticed that the previous group had left their chairs and stool on the already-small stage.  Since our sketches didn’t require them, but required the real estate, I kind of paused the beginning of the first sketch to remove these items from the stage.  I did it in kind of a comical way, pretending to be upset at the housecleaning I had to do.  It was getting a few audience chuckles and a few more as I continued.  Then, after I cleared the stage, I did an over-the-top “blackout”, just to spite Doogie Howser.  It got a few laughs.
Anyway, we did our set, and from my perspective, it went over like gangbusters.  Huge laughs and great appreciation from the audience.  If felt fantastic.
While I personally try to maintain a critical perspective on the things I do, and we in the group try to temper our self-aggrandizing as much as we can, it was really hard not to feel like the guys who saved the day.   I felt like we were on another plain compared to the other groups.  I really think we rocked the house.
The reactions from the other groups, the members of the audience with whom I spoke, and from the event organizer all seemed to indicate that we nailed it.
The CBC producer remained pretty tight-lipped about the whole evening.

Whether or not we get to be part of this CBC show or not, it was really rewarding to see how we compare with other groups and people from around the region.  Interesting, too, that the two best groups of the night didn’t come from Halifax.

Win or Lose, I Win or Tie

Only one more game to be played in the NFL this season.  That means only one more pick left to be made in The Annekenstein Monster’s NFL pick’em pool.  Currently, I am one game ahead of reverseflash for the lead of our pool of four players.  That means that no matter what happens in the final game, I will be either tied for first or will win the pool out-right.
It was a hard-fought battle, with a few lead changes throughout the season.
Thanks to everyone for playing.  By “everyone” I mean the three guys who played.

As for the NFL season itself, I think it was a pretty good one.  The Colts prove once again that the pursuit of the perfect season can be devastating to a team’s motivation, heading into the playoffs.  With nothing of substance to play for in their final three games, the Colts had lost their edge when it came time to getting back to playing a meaningful game again.  I’d rather my team lose a game early in the season, get that “perfect season” stuff out of the way early, then have your final game of the regular season be of some import.  Preferably import such as Win and you get home-field advantage throughout the playoffs.

As for my beloved Dolphins, I can’t be upset about their season even though they didn’t make the playoffs.  New coach Nick Saban seems to have the team definitely moving in the right direction.  They were substantially improved over the season before.  The future looks good for the Dolphins, and will look especially bright if they can acquire a good young quarterback.  Nothing but care-taker qbs since Marino retired has gotten really tiring.  Time now to get a quarterback who can be a star.
I hope, too, that the Ronnie Brown-Rickie Williams running back tandem stays in place.  With last week’s  announcement that Mike Mularkey (a run-first type of coach) has signed on to be Offensive Co-ordinator,
it’s looking like it might be a good idea to keep the two RBs.  Keep them, and Chris Chambers at receiver, and add a good qb, and the Dolphins could have a pretty sweet offense next year.
In any event, a run for the playoffs should definitely be an attainable goal for the Dolphins next year.

Rock It, Man. Rocket, Man. Rocket Man

I posted a link to this before, but now that it’s so easy to embed video within posts, I’ve got to post it here again. Plus, my Sketch buds haven’t seen this, and they’ll get a real trip out of this.

Shatner. 1978 science fiction awards. Interpreting Elton John’s “Rocket Man”.

It’s one of those things where I’m not sure if it’s really really good, or really really bad. Or really really good because it’s really really bad. But, man. Do I ever love it. Shatner totally sells it, man, and I’m buying it all up.

Fantastic.

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Rock It, Man. Rocket, Man. Rocket Man

I posted a link to this before, but now that it’s so easy to embed video within posts, I’ve got to post it here again. Plus, my Sketch buds haven’t seen this, and they’ll get a real trip out of this.

Shatner. 1978 science fiction awards. Interpreting Elton John’s “Rocket Man”.

It’s one of those things where I’m not sure if it’s really really good, or really really bad. Or really really good because it’s really really bad. But, man. Do I ever love it. Shatner totally sells it, man, and I’m buying it all up.

Fantastic.

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