I know famous people! Sort of!

Alright so I have this amazingly cool connection thing going on.

I recently got prime tickets to go see Oasis. Sweet in and of itself. Section 101 Row 8. But what I'm oddly even MORE excited about is the band that is opening for them.

About a month ago my buddy who lives in England, who we lovingly refer to as Johny English, tells me that his first cousin's band has made it big over in the UK. I'm like oh ok, that's really cool. But they not only made it big, they had the #1 song in the UK on the Billboard Charts. Apparently all of their shows sell out so fast that Johny can't even get tickets to his own cousin's show. What band is this? Well they're called the Arctic Monkeys.

They are practically unheard of here. I went to Sunrise Records to ask if their album has been released here yet, and the sales guy said "Arctic Monkeys?? I haven't heard anybody ask about them in a long time." I'm like uhhh.....they're a brand new band....lol.

However listening to my favourite station The Edge on the long ride home the other night, Bookie did an Indie Spotlight on them. And I was freaking out cause I felt like I knew them haha. Clearly I don't. But the connection is still freaking me out. They played one of their singles and they sound SO British and have been compared to The Sex Pistols, and I really liked their song.

So I asked Johny which one was his cousin. It's the cutest one in the band, a guitarist. And I'm bugging Johny to see if he can get me backstage passes through this connection. My imagination is running away with me and I'm hoping I can meet them after and be like "HEY I KNOW YOUR COUSIN." Which I'm sure would promptly be followed by an awkward silence and a polite "oh....that's nice." But if we could go out for drinks after or something...and hang out...have a night in Toronto with the opening band from Oasis...man...how awesome would that be??

Johny seems to have quite the famous connections as well. When I met him in London over the holidays, he was staying with a friend who lives in the richest part of London. I found out her parents own a successful kind of underground acting company, so her family knows a lot of well-known actors. The actor who plays the guy who owns the Moulin Rouge in that movie is her godfather. You know, the loud bohemian guy? Alan Rickman (re: Harry Potter, Robin Hood, myriad of other films) is a good friend of the family and is frequently at the house. That's INSANE...I took a picture of his friend lol. She knows famous people.

I don't know what my obsession with famous people is about. I thought it was normal till I talked to Euan about it. He reamed me out for wanting to meet someone just cause I heard they were famous. I didn't think there was anything wrong with that. He says you should like their music or them as people as a desire to meet them. Meh. Anybody have thoughts on the subject? Not that anybody leaves comments ANYWAY even though I know you read my blog??

Righto. Oasis and The Arctic Monkeys. March 20 is going to be an interesting exciting day.

Jonathan Inside Edge Guy vs. Apostrophes

A question was proposed to me today...which do I love more, Jonathan Inside Edge guy or apostrophes. Anybody who knows me will know how difficult a question this is to answer. I mean, Jonathan did recently sign my website, and although it was short, he didn't have to do that. However, apostrophes are part of the thread that weaves our language together. It contracts words, thus contributing to my lazyness. It defines the difference between "your" and "you're." It takes the letters "I" and "m" and makes them into a word. And look at it...it's so cute and innocent looking, just casually hanging there.

The same friend who proposed this question to me also notoriously leaves out apostrophes in our online conversations. He knows he does it. He also knows it drives me nuts. "Your just going to have to accept that its an issue with you not me." (2 apostrophes intentionally left out).

Also, my brand spankin' new cell phone has a strange quirk with apostrophes when I'm text messaging. For some reason whenever I put an apostrophe in, it capitalizes the next letter. So if I'm writing "you're" it would come out "you'Re". I wonder...what were the people at telus thinking?? It's not even like it's a period where you would capitalize the next letter at the start of a sentence. It's also very annoying for a grammatical stickler such as myself to have to key it in, backspace so it takes the capitalization off and key it in again. Telus, please, take heed and wisen up.

So which would I pick? I'd want Jonathan and the apostrophes together. With some whipped cream.

Some Of My Favourite Scotland Pics

An Ode To The Post-Holidays

The holidays are gone, our joy’s been sucked dry
Through crappy gifts and hangovers from whisky and rye

It’s back to work now, with heads down we trudge
The headaches, the traffic that refuses to budge

The Christmas tree that stays up till May or till June
Once disassembled will have to go up just as soon

Our holiday spirits dissolved by the booze
Leaving us with tinsel dragging on our shoes

With our bank accounts empty we’ll work off the pounds
Accumulated from turkey and too many rounds

We’ve spent, dined and travelled beyond compare
But feel comfy in our new socks and underwear

Valentine’s is depressing, Easter’s nowhere near,
It’s the beloved holiday lull that comes once a year

Miscellaneousnessness

A) Back from the land of the Scots. There was fun, there was drama, there was excitement, there were tears and a whooooooole lot of alcohol. I forgot one of my most important possessions in Scotland...my liver. Pictures to come shortly. (Not of my liver...I left it in Scotland remember...)

B) I'm back at work. This is depressing because 1) I am not in Scotland, 2) as much as I dress up my work area with yellow flags of red lions and play bagpipe music in the background, I just can't seem to fool myself into thinking it's Scotland 3) It's work...and really, who is happy while they are at work?? Unless you have a really cool job as...say...a ghost tour guide...unlike anybody I know...specifically anybody named Euan, Chris, Chris, (no that isn't a typo) or Kev who I didn't see AGAIN or some weird guy named Andy who apparently planned to sleep with me in Euan's bed (he actually told Euan he couldn't sleep in his bed that night) but I fell asleep (passed out) in a chair instead...which is really too bad...and by "too bad" I really mean "great" and "lucky." Oh right, Andy wasn't a tour guide and just works in the office...I wonder why with people skills that advanced.

C) I've decided it's time for life construction (or perhaps deconstruction). Too often we get stuck in the redundancy of everyday life and forget what else is out there. I refuse to retreat back into my little daily bubble...it's out to live life for me! Looking into schools! Travelling more! Taking risks! Drinking more alcohol! K, we'll discuss that last one...this whole mini life crisis "life is passing me by and I haven't done anything with my life yet" thing has almost peaked...and I like it. I will name it Bob and he shall be my squishy. QUICK NAME THE MOVIE...3...2..1...too late.

D) Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.

E) Please refer to D.