More and More Gilmore Girls

It Makes Me Feel Better, Television, Things to Look Forward To

In preparation of the upcoming Netflix revival of Gilmore Girls, I’ve undertaken the daunting task of watching the entire series from beginning to end. Unlike so many of my friends who watched the show when it first aired back in the early 2000’s, I stayed away from it. It wasn’t necessarily that I didn’t enjoy the immensely talented Lauren Graham or doe-eyed Alexis Bledel, it was just more of a “didn’t have the time to see it” type deal. So when I heard of the stand-alone 4-episode revival last year, I thought now was the perfect time to see for myself what all the buzz was about.Gilmore-Girls-gilmore-girls-336905_1024_768

Now I haven’t seen the entire series yet, in fact, I’m just finishing up Season 2. There are 153 episodes, so with the right scheduling and  strategic decline of certain social engagement, I just might be all caught up when the redux premieres this fall. Here’s hoping.

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Last Day: A Written Account Of My Last Moments With My Sister

Random Musings

“You should write about this…” she said, her voice like gravel on a back country road. “…about what we are talking about right now.”

She looked at me then. Her usual luminous brown eyes with its new veil of sadness. Her body was breaking down right before my very eyes, and it took every single piece of will within me to not look away. Her once virile frame had been ravaged by a disease that had a greater strength than a thousand armies. Its voracious grasp had my dear sister now by her slight throat. She pretended to not feel the firmness and tightness of the hold, but I know that the pressure that was slowly building up within her was taking her breath away.

I wanted to scream out loud. I wanted to stand up from my casual perch atop the weathered leather armchair that sat beside her bed with its automation and its scent of finality.

I don’t want to write about anything, I said inside my mind, the volume shrill and deafening though inaudible to anyone but me. I don’t want to record the details of our last few interactions because I want to continue to have conversations for many, many years to come.

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God Help The Girl

Movie Reviews

God bless Stuart Murdoch. The gifted grand-master of the ephemeral band Belle and Sebastian has written and directed a film that perfectly captures the whimsy and wonder of those summers of our youth. Remember those seemingly endless summer days  comprised of random day trips and visits to the park, talking about life and art and love? God Help The Girl masterfully acts as a nostalgic ode to a wandering summer where things happen because they just have to.

Eve, the film’s main heroine/protagonist/complicated character (and who also strikingly resembles my good friend Cheralynn), is battling personal demons after escaping from a psychiatric hospital. She then meets two new friends who, as a trio, form a band with a goal of being discovered and made famous. But, as the cinema gods have dictated for years and years, their personal motivations are questioned and all three characters find out more about themselves in that one summer then in all of the years leading up to it.

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Donations In Honor of my Lovely Lisa

Random Musings

Everyone.

It has been five months since the passing of my lovely sister, Lisa-Marie. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her and miss her infectious laugh and ever-honest presence.

This is exactly why I am participating in the Shoppers’ Drug Mart One Walk to Conquer Cancer on September 12, 2015 in Toronto.

Attached is a link if you care to donate, no matter how small or grand, as every contribution helps in raising awareness and to help conduct research into a cure for this unfathomably evil illness.

Thank you for my very core. And thank you from Lisa.

http://to15.onewalk.ca/site/TR?team_id=3760&pg=team&fr_id=1050&s_locale=en_CA&et=dyrG6VjeP7DRjacXO1tsZQ

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My Wandering Days are Over

Music

It seems I’m forever delayed these days. If I had to make the analogy as clear as possible to you all, it would go something like this: you know when you’re waiting for the bus and there’s that person who ALWAYS makes a mad dash to get on the bus? And they do that every single day? Well, that’s how I’m feeling. Call me always a little late for the bus.

That being said…

Riding on city buses for a hobby is sad, right?

The most lustrous and emotionally resonant band that has characterized my own personal development played down the street from me a few weeks ago. While it was the third time I have seen them shine their beauty unto their appeasing minions, this appearance hit me on a more deeper level than the others. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because timeless music transcends context. Regardless of the reason, Belle & Sebastian’s set list seemed to have been curated for my personal enjoyment. Look what they played!

  1. (Extended Version)
  2. (Just the first few lines)
  3. Encore:

By the time song #6 finished, I was practically swooning.

I also just recently learned what a Arab Strap really was. Yikes.

Stuart Doing His ThingOn-Stage Mayhem