Friday night, we suddenly found ourselves invited for the next night to a bloggers' Q&A and artists' party at the Art Gallery of Ontario - the Cronenberg-curated, and so creepy, Andy Warhol exhibit, titled Supernova.

Now, I don't know a whole lot about Warhol, nor Cronenberg.  But I do know I like finding out what famous people are really like, having met a good number of them in my theatre years and such.  I'm not star-struck; I only get like that with real icons of my personal cultural favorites, like Jordan Catalano.  But I always want to know whether someone who makes scary movies is creepy or regular or what.

Cronenberg seems pretty regular.  Smart, for sure.  But as I suspected, he was pretty matter-of-fact about his own work.  In regard to Dead Ringers, he told Andrew Baron of Rocketboom - I'm going to leave the Rocketboom blogging to Joey, though I know the whole story from Drew's perspective now - that he saw the story in a newspaper, and thought someone had to make a movie of it.  When, ten years later, no one had, he just did it.

A neat evening.  And he was wearing Nikes.  It just kind of struck me.

I have to talk about peas again.  I ate some for lunch today.  Fresh, right out of the pod.  They were not as unfathomably delicious as the last batch, so I put them in the microwave for 30 seconds, just enough to heat them, and put on a tiny bit of butter and a bunch of freshly cracked black pepper.  They were still crisp.  I love peas.

I cannot believe how cheap they are here.  I could almost never find them in Boston, and then they were only around for a week or two.  I've been seeing them for well over a month here, and they are a third of the price, Ontario grown, and mmmmmm.

Not to mention that that Thai basil is almost ready for another harvest.  Next week, gaprow chicken!

Please note: being American, and of mixed descent of nationalities that apparently aren't very good at it, I couldn't really give much less of a crap about soccer/futbol.

I finally pulled out the proofs of our wedding photos.

It's been an interesting nine months or so since the actual event.  No one blames us for not having dealt with it really; the stress level hasn't been what one would call normal.  Who needs to sit and stare at tiny versions of pictures of everyone partying?  But we're doing it now.

I blink a lot. 

It is always interesting to see who the photographer captures; there are few photos of certain cousins and whatnot, and then there are a zillion photos of a few people whom we like but don't necessarily need photos of quite as much.  And there's "That Guy."

If I'd been really blogging right after the wedding, I certainly would have blogged about him then.  He's a guy who was at our wedding who is the spouse of someone important to us.  I'd only met him once before.  And he's in every freaking shot of the video (the reception part anyway), and a whole lot of the pictures.  There's one I might ask our photographer to Photoshop him out of, because it's a nice shot of Joey and me with a lovely friend of mine...and That Guy.

Oh well.  Heh.

We were at a friend's birthday party late Sunday night after my parents went off to sleep.  The friend asked what I do, as he knows I am looking for work; did I want to start a business, which I am pretty sure was mostly a joke.  I said, "I do...stuff."

He hands me his business card which says "Media and Stuff."

Hee.

Anyway. Public service announcement time. Jobseekers of Toronto: U of T has changed their whole job application system and now they are using a post-your-profile thingy that is done with the same software Alliance Atlantis uses, only they don't make you enter all work experience separately; you can upload your resume in a file or copy and paste.

Tonight Joey and I will go to dinner with his best man and his wife, who was also in our bridal party.  They are lovely and hilarious and I expect to do a lot of laughing.  Last night at karaoke (after DemoCamp, which I actually attended in part) I sang the theme song to "Fame," which was excellent.  I seriously have no desire to live forever, but I was entirely obsessed with the TV show as a kid (so much so that I did the whole Debbie Allen spoken bit in the middle of the song), and am old enough now to see how brilliant the original movie really is, though it is boring to a suburban drama kid.

I had a busy weekend - my parents came to town, and there were lots of family events and things. 

I am officially unemployed.  And so, officially not working for anyone in the States anymore, so I guess this is a significant Independence Day for me.  Depending on how things go, I'll probably be temping very soon, and concentrating on being in Toronto and having a life and community here.  Beginning with hanging out with some geeks early this evening and some hipsters later on tonight. 

I feel oddly good about things right now, despite my giant anxiety dream just before waking up this morning:

I am in an unidentified airport, traveling with Joey, his mom, and his sister.  But it seems that we are going along with my college class, as several women I saw at reunion (Anne, Cathy and Katie) are also there.  We check in, and the technology is different, but that is only a surprise to the awake me, it seemed normal in the dream.  I go downstairs to look for the gate, but Joey and his family members have disappeared.  I begin to freak out, as I am not a great flier (though I fly regularly) and know that the flight is very long (although the awake me does not know where we were going) and it will be hard for them to catch up on a later flight.  Plus I cannot find the gates.  I sit down in the middle of the corridor, crying, and call Joey on his cell phone.  He tells me he has gone back to the hostel to get his passport, which makes no sense as we have already checked in, but whatever.  I am pissed as hell of course, but he swears I told him to go.  I start running around the airport looking for the gate.  I go downstairs another level, and there are two different geek conferences happening in the airport facility.  I run straight through one of them, recognizing a couple of bloggers along the way.  Joey's name and the title "Accordion Guy" is, oddly enough, stenciled on the glass door to one of the rooms.  This starts me freaking out again and I continue to run through this bizarre facility.

Then I woke up.

I've had many anxiety dreams such as this in the past.  It doesn't mean much, just that I have a lot on my mind.  I find the particulars interesting, not that I have any real knowledge of dream interpretation.