Ladies dont wear work gloves

Ladies brand their fingers.





lesson leaned: scrims are hot. Don't be a hero ;)

Shameful yet delicious

ok, i watched the biggest loser tonight.

what the heck happened to that show? it's like survior now! they had "temptation" challenges in which they were offered the chance to drink up to 130 cups of pop in order to NOT be weighed in at the next scale. WTF? doesn't that defeat the entire purpose of the biggest loser? Not to mention prior to this, they dumped like 125 lbs of sugar into a bucket to show them how much sugar pop has... At the end one person actually GAINED 3 lbs that week!!

freaking ass backwards, that's all i gotta say. what a weird show. Not exactly inspiring. It's like this twisted screwing with your mind game show... these poor souls are already like 300 lbs, do we have to torture them on tv?

in other news i saw iron chef for the first time last night. also insane. I still dont really get it, but damn do they cook fast. five dishes, 60 minutes, 4 lbs of butter added.

And people wonder why i find nothing to watch on tv.

Do-over

Alright, i deleted my last post. It was the second in a row i typed and after re-reading it i decided it was posted while i was off my rocker.

for those who missed it here's the abbreviated version:

I'm in emotional overdrive because I can't make decisions.
I can't make decisions because I'm overwhelmed with precaution.
I'm precaucious because i dont want to make uninformed/irrational decisions
My inability to actually get over things (as opposed to THINKING i'm over them) is clouding my coherant judgement.

the following are factors in my mind boggle:
Work
Family
Friends
physical, geographical distance to my sweetheart
financial comfort

Dont cry for me argentina.
the truth is i just dont know.

behind the scenes

OF MY OWN LIFE.
check it. rob on the jib. BAND WEEK of king kaboom.
jeff on lights, brenda on the phone and katie on no sleep.

oh blah di oh blah da

life goes on. and HOW!
spent an amazing saturday in niagra with kim, karen and lindsay making a bag... half quilt, half purse, 100% glorious.


then i showed up for some delicious little italy, courtesy of kristina for bronwyn's birthday, and moved on to some hilarious karaoke, booze and good times. it was a night.



i miss my man in van but what's new?
I'm basically living out of a backpack these days.... i'm back at the parents place now, my first time in three days. between work, crashing in TO, go train transport and my genreal rule of thumb:debachery and chaos, my latest life story has come down to my stripped mitts, camo jacket and kamik rubber boots from crappy tire. a backpack with my "indoor shoes", wallet, music device and coffee mug is my new car.

i got some memorable pics from karaoke. james dadd is my favorite singer of all time.

Who can believe it??

I realize he's not Elvis, but come on! Heath!?! poor matilda. poor hollywood agent. poor ME! ... and he was only 28.

although i'm not loosing sleep over this, i am loosing sleep over writing about it cause i gotta get up in 5 hours.

yes, it's my blog. it's all about ME!

Dear Heath. You were hot in 1999, hot as a gay cowboy and hot today when they found your naked dead body. yes, they mentioned you were naked when they found you. and dont worry, the papaza got lots of pics of your body in the bag for us all to share. Thankyou hollywood; it's a drug in itself. xoxo love katie.

notes worth noting

My friend dave is getting married tommorrow to his fabulous boyfriend Nuno.

I just applied to work on a cruise ship to continue my crusade as cheap labour to rich people.

My head hurts after a near leathal combination of champagne, cider, guiness, red wine and gin last night.

My hair needs some serious professional attention.

I miss Dusty.

Brad Renfro is dead

http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/01/15/renfro.obit.ap/index.html

I have a pre-teen scrapbook dedicated to this guy. I should mail it to his agent with a note that says "you should have paid more attention"

Drugs'll getcha everytime.

I have the micheal jackson song "have you seen my childhood" ringing in my ears.

Bricks and minifigures TM

My brother is creating his empire in my parents basement. It's a varietable industrial zone made out of lego.
yes. lego is back. did lego ever leave? it's an empire.

the picture is not my brother. but it was labeled "He is a lego artist" in google images. If only john boy was that good.



I wonder if the heiress to lego is out in downtown hollywood too... spending dollars, breaking hearts, baby mama drama?
or maybe totally incognito...



I heart google images.

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K

I saw Juno tonight, and cried.
Lately movies are a pretty tough sell for me... and honestly, i didn't find the movie even THAT creative. In fact it was a little contrived. But the crowds love that shit. Seriously i think the cast was the outstanding part. Well cast, well played. And i'm proud to say i've worked with some of the camera crew... nice work. i'm jealous for the opportunity to work on a film that's a success, in a non-X3 kinda way. ;) Even if Jason Reitman was a tool to work for.


week one of work for the Production League down. Week two begins. This time on a project that will be deemed "mine". CBC is producing a movie of the week; a reworking of Shakespears Othello. Perhaps not producing, but rather airing, with Production League put up to the task of shooting the 'behind the scenes'. and by production league, i mean me... and a small brigade of crew mates. I'm thinking it'd be a great time to catch up with Owen Video (as he's so refered to in my cell phone)... last i saw him he was shooting web content for Mexican hotels, and catching the "BS" (Behind the Scenes) of Bionic Woman...ouch, that show hits me like a domestic violence situation. I always kinda thought his gig was pretty sweet...and now it's me.
i suppose it's no feature film, but it's behind the lense. and it's giving me creative control over image like i've never had. The trials and tribulations of the P2 and 3 point lighting... oh yeah. videographer? director of photography? which title would YOU choose?

boys will be boys

Davey's bachelor party is tommorrow night. Club called "Fly", night called "Grapefruit". My first BACHELOR party in a short line of BACHELORETTES. I got him a shirt (from a co. called Identity Apparel in Van) with a silouette of The Queen on it. oh yeah.
Im mostly excited about dancing with the gays. they know how to party. and i haven't gone dancing in WAY too long. Well, not true, we hit up barrymores in ottawa just last week, but it already feels like to long.
That last statement may give you an idea of how impatient i actually am, and why I'm going to be girly and annoying right now and gush about how much i miss my boyfriend... Dusty i freaking miss you so much. week 4. :( i don't want to think about it. xoxo

Today's high note: Filming in Woodbine center with Scarlet wearing a homemade chewbacca costume during an escalator gag. "does that guy have a brown package?" ha. still funny.

I never wanna hear you say

"I want it that way"


Homoerotic?
Naaa, just boys, from the backstreet. who are back.

"You're my back door lover...comming from behind with the lights turned out..." - DuJour

I can't stop smiling at that picture.... tough guy and pretty boy are embracing! And middle guy tried so hard not to be a part of it, his forced hand on waist looks painful...

Guess he learned his lesson: You're outta the group if you're not outta the closet.

ok i'm over it. stiffing on the back end just went too far now.

In my country... we make TeeVee

Wanna know how a TV show gets made?
5 peeps. One apartment. 3 lights. ACTION!
my first location day on King Kaboom (watch out!) proved to be hilarous. Mostly for the low budg aspects, but also for shooting content which included a helmet camera set up on a swingset with superman flavour. Sadly, i think in the end watching the set up will be funnier then the bit we shot ... but frankly, good. I had fun, the show is going to air whether anyone watches or not, and it can't be any worse then working day/ext in january in vancouver... even if Keanu IS in town.
oh, and our shoot day was 10am to 5pm. HUH? shorter then the 9-5 haul? We even got paid to sit around like sluts for an hour over lunch! who INVENTED this tv stuff anyway?!

I hit up some GO Train transportation on the way home and was reminded of the Global series Train 48. wow did that show ever suck. but the Go Train was awesome. The kid across from me looked exactly like Tiffany's boyman Justin.

JPod premiered last night... meh. not excited yet but it has potential. I wasn't overly impressed with the photography so really i'm biased...stedicam in almost every scene with NO coverage...you can pretty much assume those poor folks had a 8-10 page callsheet everyday. I'm looking forward to ep 2 though, it can only get better i think. My favorite part is that Allan Thicke ( JASON SEAVER!) is back on the air... Oh, and the first credit? Executive Producer Douglas Copland. Considering Larry and JB Super team Sugar are behind it they must have seriously stiffed Doug on the back end. ohhh, no pun intended. ;)
OH CANADA.

Ask not what your nations capital can do for you, but what you can take home from it...

Me again. Visiting Robyn & Janet with Kim in Ottawa. Wearing my newly lifted Miami Vice shirt and boy jeans. Sure the pile said "Canadian Diabetic Association" but these two things had "katie" written all over them... well, not the jeans. i put them back.

the adventure is displayed below

offically distant and internet obsessed

It's two thousand and eight. It looks really different and almost wrong when you write the year like that. i wish we still used roman numerals. MMV111.

I started a journal this time last year and kept it up pretty steadily until around July. Considering i type faster then i print and i usually can't shut up my brain, not to mention my shameful amount of internet time wasting sessions i figure i should hop on board this blog thing. And also because i've got some pretty amazing friends who have started one and have keep me entertained and informed by doing so... DISCLAIMER: This does not guarentee any entertainment value or relevant information from my blog. and ps. i really hate the term blog.

I've started this new year back in toronto with some realizations... let me explain;
After my flight in from Van, a trip to mexico and a new years eve party with one of my favorite ladies Bronwyn, I realized that the amount of baggage I brought back with me was overwhelming. Not only two suitcases full of multi-weather condition items, but a very heavy heart. I know i needed a change. Not a change like a new highway, a new skytrain line or a new condo... but a new scene. at least temporarily.

The changes happening in vancouver have been slowly eating at me, mostly because wealth, greed and foreign investment are becomming a bitch slap to the city and it's residents. Olympics is THE excuse for outrageous tax spending and absurd cuts to social programming, forcing people with inherent drug addiction onto the streets. My initial acceptance of the overwhelming drug presence turned into percieved patience and then sustaining rage. Why am i constantly paying for the poor life choices of someone else? Why does the city just accept and soak up this kind of behavour? My ongoing inner battle between self pity and refusal to be vicimized turned me into a steam engine ready to plow the olympic supporters, the condo owners, the construction crews and the crack heads. I used to think of my community as a place where people were not judgemental. Instead now i recognized nothing but the lack of judgement...perhaps driven more by dope then by socialism.
It is time to get out.

To further my push out of town the WGA went on strike effecting the very industry I came to work in and build a life around. After 2 years of ruthless hard work and determination, just when I was finding my footing, there are now no jobs on the horizon.

So it seems simple, just get out. Come home.
The dreaded fate: boomerang home again. (I'm not sure this idea is any more appealing then watching my city get swallowed by cranes and crime.)

So now i'm depressed. are you?
Changing the subject; my toronto time thus far...
Pretty great. Back in my childhood bedroom that now looks more like a hotel room. Back to amazing home cooking and a dad willing to drive me everywhere. I'm lucky to have made some good friends who are now in high places. A minor meeting or two and i'm back on the circut. Back in toronto where hard work pays off with a swanky job title, if not financial gain. Work to live, live to work...the cycle continues. but you know what, I LIKE WORK. I like it. I prefer work to doing nothing. I'm impatient, what can i say. I'd rather make something happen then wait for it to.

I say all this with one work day down and a strong ache in my chest missing my amazing boy at home...

One down. I'm going to try and use this space to share my experiences and thoughts while in hog town, and my subsequent travels back home to van. Let the double dipping continue...