
My adorable little niece turned three on Saturday. I can’t believe I’m watching this little person grow. Despite the terrible two phase she’s still in, she is cuteness overload.

Yea. My brother did good with this one.
Happy birthday, sweetpea.

My adorable little niece turned three on Saturday. I can’t believe I’m watching this little person grow. Despite the terrible two phase she’s still in, she is cuteness overload.

Yea. My brother did good with this one.
Happy birthday, sweetpea.

Sean and I discovered today that Jonesy likes the water. She likes drinking from the faucet and playing around in the kitchen sink, getting all sorts of wet.
She is a CAT, right?


Such a little peanut.

Some companies treat their staff to a swank dinner at some trendy upscale restaurant for a holiday staff party. Or gift their employees with gizmos such as iPods or iTouches.
But not us!
Christmas at the office this year came in form of rented shoes and chucking an 8 pound ball over and over again. That’s right! 5 pin bowling at the gazillion year old Commodore Lanes, where it still smells like old nightclub. You know the smell I mean. That fizzy, carbonated smell from all that pop being dispensed over the years and infusing its odor into all the wood panelling. At least I hope that’s what that smell is.
Can you think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than going back to the SPCA with all the required paperwork and authorizations and giving a kitten a new home? I think not.


Jonesy now has a new human. and Sean couldn’t be more thrilled.

Today was the best day.
Sean and I went to the SPCA and fell in love with an absolutely adorable 3 month old kitty.


This kitty’s found a new home.

Last time I went to archery was before the indoor club went on summer hiatus. And it kinda showed last night. As well, my bow arm was a tad stiff after class, drawing my 20 pound bow for a couple of hours.

Crew mantle of CommandOpera blog has written up a glowing blurb on VO and our Blogger Night at the Opera. He’ll also be joining us for opening night of Norma. Yes, it does feel good to impress people.
“…While this company is over 50 years old (not significant in operatic terms) it operates with a free thinking elan thanks in large part to the combination of younger and older minds who run the theatre. There is no question to COMMANDOpera who has had a great deal of contact with the theater, the reality that every one’s voice is heard, and listened to. The commonly known West coast relaxed manner is well and alive. Ling Chan of the Vancouver Opera explained to me what was rather an obviously brilliant yet simple marketing strategy. Why not have a blogger’s table of local bloggers operate live from the theatre before and during intermission? What would the composition be of the table? The criteria was to have bloggers who did not blog on opera, but enjoyed a history of blogging in the region with a younger audience. I can only marvel at the sheer intelligence of the concept. The theatre reaches a guaranteed audience through the bloggers, who have established reputations in their own worlds. Their public would be generally hip, younger, and very clued in.
It just does not get better than that.
The Vancouver Opera becomes a place that is ‘in’ with a local audience that would never have offered a second glance. Why? Because the Vancouver Opera used the tools which most of society are familiar with as though a right hand. By virtue of utilising bloggers on glamorous opening nights, they make the opera accessible directly to that new, highly desirable demographic, but most importantly; comfortable…The lesson is clear. Be felixble in your marketing strategy, utilize what is right in front of you, and most importantly; recognise the relevance of the new media. There is little doubt to COMMANDOpera, other theatres will follow the example set here by the Vancouver Opera. It is really only a question of time…” – Commandopera

For Halloween, I had toyed with 2 different zombie looks:
Rockabilly zombie girl with long black hair streaked with white + bustier + capri jeans + stiletto heels. I really liked the white streaked wig. Kinda like the Bride of Frankenstein letting down her hair. Or maybe one of Cher’s Vegas show wigs.
And I would’ve gone with that, had I not ran into this vintage lace/organza cocktail dress in a thrift store. And the rockabilly wig did not go with the dress. Luckily I had bought a backup wig, which worked purr-fectly. And Peggy convinced me this look was more costume-y.

There are 2 Evil Dead musicals running in Vancouver right now. One from Calgary which is the touring production, with a Goliath budget for special effects and advertising, which Peggy and I saw about a week ago. And one local Vancouver production with a David budget and the upward fight in getting people to their smaller, more intimate theatre.
Did David slew Goliath? That answer would be no.