Werewolves on ice!

Sherry and I went to see Chris Moore this evening, and holy crap, was that ever fun. The man is hysterical. (Jan and Rob joined us as well.)

I has a happy, cuz Waterloo’s only one of four stops he’s making in Canadia on the tour for Bite Me, and it looks like we were the last stop.

I personally found the Q&A a tad vexing, because of the audience, though, not the author. Upwards of half the questions asked were stuff from his website’s FAQ. OH HAI fans. Granted, I’m sure he’s been asked the same questions a gazillion times.

Whether inquiring about the “guy in a boat with a funny hat and a bunch of monkeys” on our $20 bill, or telling a multi-part story about Neuticles, it was all gloriously irreverent and entertaining. And blasphemous, of course, cuz… look who the star of the show is.

Which brings me to the venue, which was, in its own way, perfect. A United church, with an enormous stained glass window of long, tall zombie (green!) Jesus and his effeminate yet menacing sword-wielding companions. And the posterboard for Bite Me standing on the communion table. Splendid. 🙂

Zombie Jesus and Chris Moore

If you believe in transubstantiation, this is fitting...

The crack about the altar cloth being there to tie yourself down to prevent you from getting raptured mid-sentence was gold. Of course, while he feigned religious ignorance, given that he wrote Lamb, I’m pretty sure he could have out-scriptured us all any day of the week.

And really, it’s not like any of us could argue when he compared werewolves on a full moon to Canadians on ice playing hockey… (And I told him if he didn’t write that book, I would.)

A gloating photo

If you get a chance to see him do a reading (though he didn’t actually read from the book, which we’d all read already, anyway), definitely go.

(No idea why I didn’t bring my real camera, since I typically take it everywhere, but the iPhone photos will suffice.)


This is a picture I did not take of three pregnant women power walking in the park, accompanied by two tiny Chinese Crested dogs, who appeared to be wearing pink and blue pajamas.

Right, so… where was I?

I am moved.

After mostly retaining my sanity after “one more load” (which, of course, refused to ever be the last load), finally, one Saturday, it was. That pitiful, awkward, completely unrelated items that don’t actually really fit into tote bins load. (Thank you to Andrew and my brother for their muscles, de- and re-construction skills, and relatively large vehicles for the big stuffs.)

Then I cleaned. Then Sherry came over and we cleaned. Then I finished off the cleaning. (Seriously, I’m not a filthy person. How were there ~15 woman-hours of cleaning to do in that place?) For my own mental state/closure I needed the place to be as clean and in as close to the same state as when I moved in as possible. (And bless Sherry for being the right kind of people and just saying, “Ok, what’s next?”, then doing that, regardless.)

I fixed what I could, and was ok with what I couldn’t. And after a week when I stopped in, there were only fliers in the mailbox, which felt good, since it meant I covered my address change phone calls and such pretty thoroughly.

I held onto the keys for one more week, just in case I forgot something, but I didn’t. Then I stopped by a final time and left them in an envelope on the kitchen counter. And with that, ended a chapter. Movin’ on up and all that.

New place has felt good since I moved in, which is a relief. Anatole has sorted out some cat spaces, which is a relief (though the fact that one of them is the tub continues to confuse and amuse). The place is warm enough that I’m almost always in bare feet, the sounds when the windows are open are pleasant, and the park has turned out to be a vast treasure chest of stories of which I am LOVING being an observer.

Honestly, how can you not come home late and see two people sitting close together, heads down, on a bench beside the lake, or entwined in the gazebo in the Victorian Gardens, and smile and be inspired with potential tales?

The super, Gary, continues to be awesome (what a relief!), and the neighbours are heterogeneous (yes, such a $5 word IS appropriate) and quirky. I continue to slowly gather intel on PI and its people… 🙂

Not going on a massive shopping spree to complete my decor is hard (not buying much until after the Scotland trip), and I’m still curious as to how an apartment of similar size to my old one seems to have so much more floor space. And no, I’m not done unpacking yet. Getting a little closer each day, though. And I have a new drill. Pray for me. 🙂

Let’s see… what else is going on? I really enjoyed listening to this:

And this:

Which also catalyzed me to read this: The Wisdom of Whores.

Reading this: Bite Me, too, as Sherry, Jan, and I will be seeing Mr. Moore for a reading next week.