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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Name That Tune

Meme stolen from poisoninjest:

This one was hard, as SO many of my CDs are soundtracks...

1. Post the names of 20 of your favorite musicians.
2. See who can guess which is your favorite song by each.
3. Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include the song.

  1. Enter the Haggis
  2. Kate Bush - The Red Shoes or Wuthering Heights
  3. Loreena McKennitt
  4. Great Big Sea
  5. Blackmore's Night
  6. Barenaked Ladies
  7. Sarah Slean - Sweet Ones
  8. Tori Amos
  9. The Beatles
  10. Jewel
  11. Jann Arden
  12. Fefe Dobson
  13. Paul Simon
  14. Sarah Brightman
  15. Mediaeval Baebes
  16. Melanie Doane
  17. Charlotte Church
  18. Tangerine Dream
  19. Christopher Guest
  20. Cirque du Soleil

( 9:39 PM ) Sarah Jane ~

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Oh Crap

There isn't often that I get an idea of what despair might feel like. But I'm not doing so well today.

This weekend I had to break down and ask my parents to buy me a coat and some groceries, because I have not-quite-enough in my account to cover rent and loan payments for this month. I'm not sure what happened, but I'm guessing it had to do with the days I took off around Grandpa's funeral that weren't covered by bereavement leave.

I don't make a lot of money, but it's usually enough to cover bills, groceries, and maybe a movie, with a very, very small amount left over.

Well, I did my taxes this weekend. And I owe the government $1000.

I can't understand how I can have nothing, but still owe them that much money. I think part of it has to do with the fact that one of my jobs isn't taking enough off, despite the fact that I asked our manager two years ago to start taking more off, when I had the same problem, but the fact remains that I can JUST cover my expenses now. If they start taking more off, how the hell do I make it through the month?

I have NO idea where this money is going to come from. My parents keep telling me not to panic, to call HRGC and find out if I can deduct the interest on my student loans (Scotia told me several years ago that I couldn't, because it wasn't a government loan, but I'm going to try actually asking the government), and if it turns out I can, that's 5 years of interest payments that have never been claimed. But that's a big if.

There are days when I could just crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and have everything work itself out in my absence.

( 11:10 AM ) Sarah Jane ~

Thursday, March 24, 2005


I realized today that I really ought to be getting my list of Aurora Award nominations in, and realized shortly on the heels of that that "Tides of Change" is eligible for Short-form English.

Now, I have no illusions as to the size of the Aurora-voting audience of a short story in an anthology targeted for grades 7-8, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm very proud of the story and the series.

So if you a) are Canadian, and b) read "Tides of Change" and enjoyed it, and think it deserves a sparkly cheesegrater (ooh, the shiny!), nominations are due April 11.

( 7:31 PM ) Sarah Jane ~

Monday, March 21, 2005

Plea for Transport

If anyone going to Ad Astra this year is passing near Keswick and willing to pick up/drop off a passenger, could you drop me a line?

( 1:02 AM ) Sarah Jane ~

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Advancing Hordes

You know that scene in the Two Towers, where they're preparing Helm's Deep for battle, fortifying their defences, donning their armour, and then everything stops, and over the silence you can hear the ominous rumble of the approaching horde?

Replace the ominous rumble with the sound of hyperactive schoolchildren on vacation, and you have the scene in the gallery this week.

March Break is always, as a rule, exhausting. Where we'd usually see 45 or 50 people in the gallery at a time, 100 on a really busy night, we're constantly over 200 or 250. I'm totally beat. And joy of joys, there are TWO WEEKS of March Break this year.

I'll let you know if I survive.

And here, from capheine, is something that made me laugh. Because it's true.

Discussing the use of LOL in communities today:

"It's like the old-timey telegraph... instead of "STOP", it's "LOL".


( 7:39 PM ) Sarah Jane ~

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Triumphantly Exhausted

Well, I made it to day 12 of my 12 day work week. There were highs (I wrote a story), and lows (it was a 12-day work week), and the coolest thing ever was being able to say "I had dinosaur training today", and many things in between, culminating tonight in Part 3 of Toronto: A Musical Mosaic. The concert itself was fabulous. We worked incredibly hard to pull it off, and we were in such good form that the man who had reinstituted the choir in 1986, who had heard this morning's CBC broadcast and come to the concert, came backstage at intermission to tell us how impressed he was with our sound.

Our narrator, Jonathan Lynde, was spectacular as always. Our special guest playing Russian diva Helena Holl knocked the house down, everyone agreed that the quartet playing The Crew Cuts were a hoot, and the Menaka Thakkar Dance company was incredible.

There was a much longer rant that came next, but in retrospect it wasn't fair to my parents or sibling. I know they came a long way in terrible weather to see me, and what I originally posted was reactionary. It was the hurt and exhaustion talking, and as real as the emotion was, it's not fair to them.

I just wish my parents were more liberal with the words "I'm proud of you". I worked SO hard for this concert, and I'm very proud of it. I'm so happy and grateful they made it (they were the only people I knew who did), and I'm pretty sure they enjoyed parts of it, but they just looked so... put-out for much of the concert in the midst of a sea of people who were quite obviously enjoying themselves. It really hurt to see them as part of the 10% of people who didn't stand for the ovation at the end, and even though I know in my heart they're proud of me, sometimes I just really need to hear it.

( 12:23 AM ) Sarah Jane ~

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Ow, My Most of Me!

I have one word of advice to anyone who wants to try to move a bookstore:


The store is, for the most part, up and running, though it's probably going to take us at least a month to iron out all the wrinkles. Still, it promises to be good. I'll be more excited about it when I don't hurt quite so much.

On the up side, though, I got a call on Friday afternoon from the ROM -- they offered me a job facilitating in the feathered dinosaur exhibit. Hurrah! I really am excited, but again, ow.

Oh, and the bonus Hitchhiker's trailer looks a bit more promising. Plus, Marvin speaks. Yay Alan Rickman.

More later, when I'm actually functional.

( 10:15 PM ) Sarah Jane ~

Sarah Jane Elliott
The often frustrating progress of my life and writing...

(Once known as "The Mystic's Dream", now known as "Dream of the Dolphin", but inclined to change title depending on what's stuck in my head)

Okay, I liked "Confessions of a Post Graduate Pity Whore" a lot more than I thought I would. That line is still hilarious. But I've started writing again, so it's time to go back to before. :o)

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