Monday, February 28, 2005

Second Show Weekend Part Two: Family Laughs

As far as I was concerned, Saturday's show was perfect. Not because lines were delivered perfectly (which they ALMOST were), but because I made my way through the entire show without cracking up once. Now, you may I lose it often on stage and slip out of character? The answer is no, but specific events can lead to a breaking of the fourth wall from time to time, and all of the criteria for those events were present.

You see, a large contingent were there for me personally. 22 people, to be exact. Within that crowd were my Grandmother Salmon and my wife...the only two people to ever make me crack up on stage. What causes it? Their laughter. My grandmother has one of those laughs that are just hilarious and frightening at the same time, when tied in with a nasty case of smokers cough she can go on for minutes. Her sense of timing can be off too. So here I am, in one of the moments on stage that are not funny...I'm going through a quiet dramatic moment and showing intense thought and emotion, and my grandmother is laughing at the facial expressions I'm going through, which causes Melanie to laugh as well.

Woah. The amount I had to fight to keep my concentration onstage was incredible. For as I know, if I let their laughter catch me offguard I will smirk. That smirk will then become a grin. Finally the grin causes laughter. I couldn't let myself do that again. It happened during The Affections Of May on closing night, and though I wasn't the only one and the audience were forgiving I hated doing that. I mean, I'm not anal or anything, it did and does feel good to laugh on stage, but I do have a certain amount of pride as an actor and it's just wrong to break character like that.

So, making it all the way through was somewhat of a triumph for me. If you were there, you'd understand just how much of a triumph that was.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Second Show Weekend Part One: Meeting Inspiration

Friday nights show went incredible. Great response from the audience, and we all had a great run on stage. But even that was outshadowed by what occured afterwards...I ran into a person who was a major source of inspiration for me.

My high school drama teacher, Mary Lawlis was not only a great teacher and a fantastic actor in her own right. She was thoughtful, considerate and encouraging to the members of her class, and I remember her as being the one person who really encouraged me to grow as an actor. If it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be doing any stagework, never mind pursuing an acting career today.

Mary was still working towards her full teachers degree when she came into Sutton District High School in my grade ten year to substitute for our regular drama teacher who required a leave of absence, and right away I enjoyed working with her in the betterment of my abilities on stage. For me, who at the time was still somewhat gawky and horribly shy around girls, I discovered I was able to become a completely different person on stage and Mary seemed to recognize that. She began to push me as hard as possible to grow and to my own surprise and possibly hers, there didn't seem to be a breaking point...I would take anything that was thrown at me and run with it. I even remember she said right in the middle of class once (and I'm quoting here, not tooting my own horn), 'Tim, you are every directors dream." That statement alone gave me just the little shot of ego I needed to push forward to a better dream.

In grade eleven, Mary had received her teaching certificate and began a full time position as a drama teacher at the school, and my learning continued, not just in theatre but as a human being. Now, I'm not going to say I was popular or anything at the time, but I really didn't care. I did what I wanted, hung out with who I wanted and never gave a moments notice to the 'elite' students who were for the most part just a bunch of stuck up pricks. To me theatre and similar arts were everything. If I wasn't in a drama class or vocal music or even dance, I was involved in a theatre production either within the school or in community theatre. I was even one of the voices of the school as a steady member of the morning announcements team, which allowed me to practice public speaking and even the odd character piece. Throughout it all, Mary was a fantastic sounding board.

BY my OAC year (a now defunct year in Ontario highschools once known as grade 13), Mary was really throwing us some fantastic material to work with, including Native Canadian playwrite Thompson Highway's The Rez Sisters, which is mostly a female cast with only one male role - the Native God Nanabush. This is a true, gritty play with a lot of cursing, and the class all pretty much agreed that it was wonderful to be treated as adults, not a bunch of teens - and we all respected the trust that was given to us. Everybody but me were placed in the female roles (split between two casts - even the males) and I was asked to portray Nanabush for both casts, an honour that I happily embraced.

A regretful issue between my ex-girlfriend and myself in the final months of school (nothing serious, just juvenile highschool stuff that was blown out of proportion - I'll discuss that one day) led me to believe that Mary was angry at me, which I regretted even more at the time. It turns out that this was not the truth.

I was coming upstairs from the greenroom to greet the audience when she walked right up to me and gave me a hug and I was just flabergasted that she was in the audience - turns out she knows Marianne (who played Lenore) and didn't even realize I was in the show until I walked onstage. "I think that's my student", she exclaimed to her friends (after 12+ years, a few less hairs and a few more pounds I'm sure I look a tad different afterall). We talked for awhile, mostly about the 'old days' but also about where we are at today. It was then that I brought up what happened between Sue-Anne and myself and how bad I felt about how things went down. She had actually forgotten who Sue-Anne was for the most part, and stated that though she remembered something happening around that time she never once chose sides. It felt good to hear her say that.

She loved the show, and graciously praised my performance which made me blush a bit. I had been hoping she would see one of my shows for years, and she just happened to pick this one which is some of my best work to date to actually show up. It felt GOOD!

Her most rewarding comment, when I mentioned that Melanie and I are expecting our first child was very simple. "That will be your best role ever".

I'll continue tomorrow about Saturday's show.

Friday, February 25, 2005

God Save The Queen!

You Belong in the UK


A little proper, a little saucy.

You're so witty and charming...

No one notices your curry breath

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You are a ZINGARO - a gypsy. A free
spirit, fun and free, with just enough
eccentricity to make people say, "God, are
you WEIRD!"

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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Will wonders never cease

Just as I got to the point of questioning whether or not I should take a six month sabatical from the professional acting world, opportunities have started to arise.

I don't think I've mentioned my dilemna before, so I will explain that first. Knowing that baby is on the way and that work has been getting busier with more responsibility, Melanie and I have been talking about whether I should take some time off not just in the Community theatre circuit but in the professional world as well. Mostly it stemmed from the fact that my renewal time with my agent is coming up and I really was not getting any work anyway, so I should just keep up my Second City classes, get more knowledge into this little head of mine, and then perhaps rejoin in the fall if circumstances allowed it.

Then stuff starts to happen again. I had the rock video shoot on the weekend and now I've been cast in a commercial shoot for Saturday, March 5. This new job is the first time since early Summer 2004 that I won a gig I auditioned for...everything since that point had been from just picking my face out of a picture line-up.

I had to make the director of the commercial promise to have all my shots completed by 5pm at the very latest on that day due to that being my closing night for The Man With The Plastic Sandwich and he was totally agreeable to that. It actually feels good that I could make a demand and they listen...not just quickly recast the role. Maybe I should ask for a trailer and a jar of Green M&M's. Too picky too fast? Yeah, you're right.

So, seeing as how the industry appears to be picking up, I'm being recognized more and more, and also the fact I'm receiving compliments from many a casting director, I should continue on...just make sure my agent knows that I have to have the right to turn down auditions and roles if they interfere with more important things: (ie. baby being born, etc;).

Who knows. I may be rewarded (big role!), or I could be penalized (day job bitchslap). I'll never find out if I don't try.

At least I have an answer

Last night, I finally received the results from the MRI on my shoulder, and it wasn't too good. After waiting the regular inordinate time in the waiting room (definately a good name for it there) I was called into my Doctors office for a bit of bad news.

My shoulder is screwed. The soft tissue and tendons are degenerating. I have bone spurs. Inflamation around the shoulder is blocking much of the blood flow to the bone. Also, my doctor admits that this is way out of his league...I need to see a specialist. So, he's putting a referral through for me to see a famous hockey player (ok, maybe not, but the doctors name is Bertuzzi so Todd immediately popped into my head) / Orthopaedic Surgeon, which means I'm likely looking at another long waiting list before anything can be done.

Chance this can be solved without surgery - low to nil. It sucks.

I'm kind of in a haze about the situation...don't know if I'm even truly upset about it. When you live in pain so long you just look for an answer - any answer at all - that will explain what's wrong. It's taken them two years to figure out that there IS something physically wrong with my shoulder - that it is not just a pinched nerve or something simple like that. I don't look forward to surgery and the inevitable immobilizing of my arm while it heals, but I do look forward to the day when I can lift a few pounds without cringing.

If I can't have one without the other than so be it.

Monday, February 21, 2005

A Positive Weekend - Part Three

Early Saturday afternoon, after a wonderful opportunity to sleep-in, I received a call from my agent informing me that I had been booked for a Rock Video Shoot the following day. At first I was reluctant to do it because it would interfere with my Second City class, but when she indicated that they asked for me BY NAME she had me talked into it. Not everyday you get an opportunity like that. Plus, I hadn't had a paig gig in almost half a year. So, I apologized to my Second City carpool buddy Diane (who is reluctant to drive in the city by herself) and prepared myself for the unknown. Every shoot is different...and rock videos can be especially gruelling. Of the three other videos I had done so far, two had been bad experiences. But I try to see the glass

After waking up surprisingly early following my 3am shutdown time the night before, I got myself dressed up into the plain blue suit they requested I wear and headed down to 235 Films where the shoot would take place. My agent Samantha had also indicated the artists name, Joel Kroeker; but at first it was unfamiliar to me. It turns out he was more familiar than I thought.

I got to the studio dead-on the nail at noon call and got myself settled in to wait my scenes. Soon afterwards I was speaking to the producer who informed me that my role was a really belligerent boss and that I would be screaming my head off at Joel. stuff! At least I know my scenes would make it in this time...sort of important to the video. As is usual, the shoot was running a bit behind schedule so we didn't even start prepping to shoot until around 3pm, but that ended up being ok. The book and writing pad I brought along to keep my occupied ended up being mostly untouched as there was plenty of good conversation to go around. Most of the rest of the cast in my scene all congregated in an upstairs lounge and we all happily talked and shared like experiences. Three cast members actually live right near me in Newmarket - two of whom are young musicians who play in bands by the name of The Rileys and Red Scorpion. Joel himself soon joined us and hung out, and that's when it hit me...I DID know this guy. I've seen his other video that's out a few times on Much More's called Goodbye Jane. Great song! The video we were shooting this time was called The Wind and from what I heard it sounded awesome. I plan to pop out to pick up his CD when I can.

The shoot itself was a great experience. Very 1984 looking set...cast members stamping paperwork in uniform fashion. I come marching in and start screaming at Joel and throwing papers in his face. He then gets up, faces me down, throws his cuban soldiers cap on and runs out. The rest of the video sounds awesome from what I read so I'll leave it to viewer imagination to see the rest. I can't wait to see the final product myself.

At 7pm they were finished with the office scenes and were setting up for crowd scenes...but since I was so recognizable a character they allowed me to go home. After this week...I was happy to do was Melanie happy to have me go home. I collected my stuff, shook a lot of hands (and received fantastic compliments from the director who stated he'd try to find other work for me when it became available - WOOHOO!), and then walked over to Joel to thank him for being so great to work with and would he mind a picture. Stephanie (who by the way also plays Jane in the first video) jumped in for the shot. I most certainly didn't mind.

All in was a great day. A fulfilling video shoot, and a wonderful ending to the weekend.

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Your Element Is Fire

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.
You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.

You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.
You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.

Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.
Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

Both surveys found on Rics Thoughts.

But first....intermission...

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.
Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

A Positive Weekend - Part Two

While the show was obviously my major focus this weekend, there actually was much happening on the home buying front. On Thursday night, before the show, I had a chance to go see this place in Bradford that Melanie and her father previewed early in the week. Now, Melanie had been preparing me, telling me that she thought I'd find the house too small. When we got there though, I was quite impressed by what I found. The house is on the end of a dead-end street, immediately beside the Holland Canal. The property is fairly generous, and the view of the farmlands surrounding the area is very impressive (see pic below). This is a property that is totally safe from being blocked in by ultra-residential schemes or industrializing because nobody is going to touch the Holland Marsh ever. It's just too important as a farmland.

Inside the house I could see a lot of potential. Now, the currant tenants live in a very cluttered environment so I had to envision things around that, but it could be seen. I had a feeling we had found our house. Afterwards, Melanie and I talked for a few minutes and decided to put a conditional offer in. So, she ran home to do just that while I headed off to the show.

Things have happened fast. Offers and counteroffers were thrown all over during the weekend, and we have reached a dollar value that is least based on certain conditions. Now, the next battle will be more difficult - getting the financing. I've had work draft me a letter stating not only my employment time with them, but also my consulting time...which would put me at almost two years solid with the same company. Money lenders like stability, and I have to prove that I am (at least in a financial state - my mental state could be questioned sometimes. {grin} ).

The one danger we are foreseeing, and are making every effort to avoid it is the current tenants of the house. Apparently the current owner and the current tenants have a strenuous relationship...and we are worried that they may not move out on time or leave the house a wreck. Of course, that would be the current owners responsibility as per our conditions, but it could seriously effect our own plans for moving in. Let's just hope it doesn't come to that.

The following view is from the sidedoor of the house. I don't want to show too much of the house yet, lest I jinx things.

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Next: Part Three will conclude my report on this weekend. Look for that tomorrow.

A Positive Weekend - Part One

As The Man With The Plastic Sandwich opened on Thursday I'm basing this entry starting then. So far, the show has been an excellent experience. We had a few small flubs on Thursday night...nothing too serious, but as myself and the rest of the cast are proud actors we beat ourselves fairly silly about it. It was opening night, and the full house that we were expecting turned into eight people.

What happened there was that night was turned over to a promoter who promised that Thursday was going to be a great night for ticket sales. Well, he was sure right about that, just the wrong Thursday. Some mistakes occurred in his promotion and the full house is now next Thursday. The theatre and ourselves found out about this too late, and had been telling people that they couldn't get tickets due to the "sellout". Damn!!! Anyways we shrugged it off, and gave as good a performance as we could anyway, just as any actor should. Sh*t happens.

On the other hand, Friday and Saturday were amazing shows. Friday would have been a perfect line-run for me, something I pride myself in being able to do...but then I experienced some unusual tongue-twisting at the end of the third act. Still got the meaning of the line out...but it took a bit longer and some extra interesting syllables to get there. Excellent audience though...they responded very well to the humour and I received many complimentary greetings afterwards. Most asked question of the night (and most likely the entire run) - "How did you memorize so many lines?". Hell, even I'm not certain how I do it sometimes. I'll discuss my techniques on a future post.

Saturday I was very proud of. A few of my friends/classmates from Second City came out to see the show. Diane, Dmytro, Chris (all the way from Buffalo!!!) and Jeff along with his wife Debbie and son Mike (who takes the teenage Second City course) fit themselves right into the front row and assisted in providing me with the energy I needed to make it a topnotch performance. Awesome stuff. After the show, we chatted for a while, drank some good wine, and then due to the overwhelming pressure of the rest of those in attendance at the after-show party, the entire Second City crowd jumped on stage and did our first Improv act together. Colleen (my director) and Marianne (who plays Lenore) joined us. It was a fantastic time. Afterwards, Jeff and his clan had to head home, so Diane, Dmytro and Chris headed up the street to Sneakers for a couple pints and some chow and ended up pretty near closing the joint. I then came home still stoked with energy and the knowledge that my first weekend of performances were over. Pretty much took me an extra hour before I could crash, but when that time came my body just went to jello...relief that a milestone had been reached.

There actually was a lot more happening this weekend than just the show, but I didn't want to make this entry too convoluted. I'll continue on Part Two.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

40 hour days, anyone?

I hate whining...but I can be good at it, so here's another rant. I tell you, I love the show I'm doing a lot...I don't think I've ever been as proud of a body of work as I am with this one. The Man With The Plastic Sandwich is funny, thought-provoking and even cathartic for me personally when you take a look at the material. I've loved every minute of it. However, I am so burnt out that I don't know what to do with myself half the time.

OK, look at the time required for the show - rehearsals and personal line runs. Then add in Melanie's wonderful but obscenely paced effort about buying a house. Never mind the extra work I have to do around the house on a daily basis due to Melanie's pregancy. Then add in my daily commute to work plus work itself. For sanity I have my Sunday Second City course. Add in any of the regular television shows I try to watch...typically taped and reviewed around 11pm, and then my need to blog and photoblog fairly regularly.....this is adding up to very little sleep.

Now I'm trying to focus on some writing. I just received my package from Quality Of Course, the Writing School, and I'm finding myself more and more inspired everyday to get some stuff down on paper...for them and for my own pleasure. Finding the time to actually do this without jeopardizing everything else is appearing to be difficult. I want more time.

Fortunately, this weekend is the breaking point. Once the show opens and has completed its first weekend I have a major weight off my chest and clock. And though I will regret its passing, once the show is completely finished I will regain all of my nights, and that is kind of exciting.

Monday, February 14, 2005

OK OK, Sometimes they listen

Looks like my banter a few days back about a useless audition has turned a universal head...I have a much more interesting audition today. Probably not a tremendous cashflow paying gig, but the material is interesting. It even has a script...and not one mention of body parts being shown sans my face in the same shot are there! Woohoo!

OK so maybe I'm still feeling cynical about last week....let's hope this one exorcises my demons.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

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Updated Look

OK...I played so much with my blog template that I actually broke it to the point I couldn't rescue it without making matters worse, so I thought it prudent just to start all over again with a new look. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll make this one much more interesting too fairly soon...and then the vicious circle will begin again. Time will begin to phase, and you will begin seeing things in four dimensions....I'm just THAT good at breaking stuff when I put my mind to it.

Greek Tragic Cycle

My Phase is Nemesis

Which Phase of the Greek Tragic Cycle Are You?

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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Couldn't they just request a polaroid?

I just drove for an hour to an audition. It wasn't even for my skills or my facial was for my gut. Yes, they took a picture of my stomach. That's it. Fifteen seconds. Then I had another hour drive back. {sigh}.

Maybe I'll get the gig...and my stomach will become famous. Within five years my flabby tummy will win an Oscar, and even have a book deal. The rest of me will be unknown, of course. But heaven forbid I ever take my shirt off in public to go swimming...I'd be mobbed. Well, at least my stomach will. Ten years from now, my stomach will request special divorce from the rest of my body because I just wasn't "pulling my weight" in this relationship. Alone and depressed...I'd starve slowly...figuratively and quite literally...because I wouldn't have a stomach anymore. My stomach on the otherhand would go out in a blaze of glory...Porsche 911 off a cliff with some other guys kidney in the sequel to Thelma and Louise. Hollywood glamour at its finest.

This cynical moment brought to you by the letters F, K U and C. In some order at least.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Homeowners? Could it be?

It was determined by Melanie and I that I was a carrier of the plague yesterday so I stayed home. There is just not enough that can be said for your own bed or curling up on the couch with a blanket when you are sick. As I chose to do the latter for a good part of the day I was able listen in as Melanie proceeded with furthering OUR PLAN, now somewhere around part 347. This phase of the plan is getting out of our apartment before next winter so that we don't have to freeze our bits off next time.

I had noticed a listing in the local paper for somebody who deals in Rent To Own and Mortgages for people with credit ratings that had seen better days (such as us). So, she gave him a call and began a very detailed conversation with this person about our scenario. Then all of a sudden the conversation went seemed a little TOO Personal...names of people in my family began to be mentioned. Suddenly, from what she was saying, it struck me - she was speaking to my Second Cousin Bob! Either this is a sign from the universe saying we're on the right track or the universe telling us I have an extraordinarily large family...I guess we'll see about that.

Bob gave a fantastic amount of support and advice, even referring us to a couple properties in the Bradford area that might be just up our alley. He then gave Melanie the name of a Mortgage Consultant who helps people in our scenario so following their conversation she gave this new contact a call.

Once again, a fantastic call (though not a relative that I know of). The gentleman pulled my abstract while they talked and identified that we are doing better than we thought. My credit score, though slightly lower than the usual average required to obtain a mortgage, is at least close enough that it was worth pursuing the process of looking at homes.

So, Melanie and I discussed it, and are going to see if we can pull it off. She was doing the research today on hidden costs and doing some calculations using the CMHC's guidelines. It's looking positive.

If she's still feeling peachy on the prospect following this exercise, the next step will be to start actually going to look at homes. We have absolutely nothing to lose really. The worst that can happen is they tell us to wait another 8 months. The best? Our own place. At this point in our lives, with us having absolutely NO debt and baby on the way what would be worth waiting for?

Monday, February 07, 2005

And the lightbulbs all go off at once

Today's Improvisional class at Second City was absolutely incredible. Now, I've been pleased with pretty much all of my classes up until now, but what we covered today just caused my brain to start firing on all cylinders. And not just for Improvisational acting. What I walked out of there with could start a whole new intensity in my writing. I shall explain.

To start with, we covered an exercise on anticipation. We all were on our stomachs on the floor in a circle, shoulder width apart with our hands crossed over each other's on the floor. The pattern would look something like this:


And so on around the circle.

We would then begin tapping our hands on the floor in sequence going to the left, but then somebody would tap twice, which caused the tap to change direction and head right. Now, when a pattern begins, it is very easy to get caught up in the rhythm and have your hand prepared to if the person before you tapped twice, you may already start moving your hand before you realized that it was not really your turn. This is anticipation, which can be deadly in improv. So, it was made into an elimination game, and I discovered that I am very much fallible to the rhythm...I was eliminated second in the circle. That is certainly something I have to work on - don't think of what's to come - think in the moment.

Second, and more important to my shiny little brain was a very detailed exercise on conflict. To set up the exercise, Herbie had us all grab a piece of paper and write out 10 steps that occur before inhaling cigarette smoke. Yes, even the non-smokers had work this out. My list went as such.

  1. Reach into jacket

  2. Grab pack of smokes

  3. Open pack

  4. Remove foil

  5. Remove cigarette

  6. Put cigarette in mouth

  7. Reach into pocket

  8. Grab lighter

  9. Flick lighter on

  10. Put flame to cigarette

  11. Inhale smoke

Not much of a story right? Well, time to make a story from it. Now we introduce conflict into the sequence. We then had to write a conflict that occurred between each point. Here is how mine ended up.

    Much to chagrin, it is -40 outside. Need for cigarette more important than need for warmth. Head outside.
  1. Reach into jacket
    Zipper is stuck. Fight with won't budge. Break zipper

  2. Grab pack of smokes
    Finger is numb from the cold and from fighting with zipper. Warm hands under armpits then tenderly grab pack.

  3. Open pack
    New pack still wrapped in cellophane. Remove cellophane

  4. Remove foil
    Foil is stuck to pack. Angrily rip it out

  5. Remove cigarette
    Cigarette seems to be broken from ripping foil out. Curse. Seek unbroken cigarette in pack.

  6. Put smoke in mouth
    Cigarette cannot penetrate bellaclava's mouth guard. Fight to remove bellaclava

  7. Reach into pocet
    Chose wrong day to wear tight jeans. Squeeze hand into pocket with a wince and search around.

  8. Grab lighter
    Somehow cut hand on lighter. Curse again. Remove hand from pocket (with lighter) and use jacket to clot blood.

  9. Flick lighter on
    Due to the immence cold, lighter is being ignorant. Curse multiple times. Fight with it for five minutes and finally get dull flame to spark to life.

  10. Put flame to cigarette
    Sneeze suddenly putting flame out at inopportune time. Curse violently. Fight for another 5 minutes until another flame appears.

  11. Inhale smoke
    Sadly, by this time lungs have frozen solid. Choke horribly and collapse into heap.'s no setup to War & Peace or anything, but you can see from this simple exercise how I can take any simple mundane event and create a detailed story from it. This will work well both on stage and in my writing work. As for that part of it, coincidently I have just signed up for a Creative Writing course and am now stoked more than ever to see what I can come up with. Hopefully I can share more with you soon!

Saturday, February 05, 2005

A slight retraction...

OK, maybe I won't have the Mini Mac before my birthday. After rehearsal today I dropped into a local Apple Computer Dealer and was informed that there is a massive backlog on ordering these puppies...approximately 8 weeks in fact. And due to certain policies of Apple's, it is necessary to pay the entire amount upfront. I hate seeing my money leave me and then being required to wait forever before getting the goods. So, I think I'll hold off for a month or so.

Fortunately, the store is fairly close to my place, so I'll just drop in every couple of weeks to see what the status is. Hopefully one day I'll walk in and the computer will be sitting right there, waiting for me to take it home. That'll be nice.

Friday, February 04, 2005


Ever since I was fourteen and owned my very first IBM based computer, called the PC Jr (now that was a mountain of power!), I've been an IBM, Intel and Microsoft kind of guy. I have to date owned at least one incarnation of every style of processor ever released by Intel for the conventional market (The XT, 286, 386, 486, Pentium, Pentium Pro, P2, P3, and P4). Of those, only three were name brand machines, and that's the first three. My first crack at building my own machine was a 486, and it went very well. Since then I have only owned PC's that I have researched, sourced all the parts and built myself. Many family and friends PC's also follow this pattern. I was PC Tech Guy #1...always called first by just about everybody I know (and a few I didn't) when something went wrong on their machines. It's flattering, I guess...but also time consuming. So, the idea that I would ever consider I different direction that an IBM-based machine would probably surprise everybody.

Well...I'm full of surprises....

I'm buying my first Macintosh this month. Yes, Eve has shown me the Apple, and I will take a bite.

As my abilities in Graphics Arts and Video Editing slowly grows, I'm finding more and more that it's difficult to get any respect from others in those fields if you don't go Apple. IBM, as much it can have more interesting peripherals and software, just doesn't cut it. So, after a lot of consideration I knew I wanted to go that way, however budget was a bit of an issue...

Then two things changed that. Recently, Apple released a product called the Mac Mini. A tiny little computer...only 2.9 pounds in weight, and 6.5"wx6.5"lx2"h in dimension. An impressive array of features are pre-installed for the amount of space they had to build it all in. I was in love. But even with a cheaper pricetag (around $750.00+tax for the model I want), I couldn't see how I could swing it.

Then surprising news on the workfront. Amazing...there is such thing as good news at work...who would have thunk it? I'm getting a bonus! And not just for the 2 months that I was a full-timer...but for the entire year. Interesting loophole in the HR compensation rules....if you are hired on from a contract that was existing from January 1 onwards, then you are treated at bonus time as having been fulltime the whole year. COOL! The exact dollar value is unknown, but I know the range and it is good. So, I passed it by Mel and she gave me the thumbs up. So, before my birthday I will be a MacHead.

Well, 1/2 MacHead at least. I'm keeping my PC. Can't give up all my old toys....