Funny how two items can perform the same basic function with completely opposite effects. Take, for example, actual sunglasses:


Protects your eyes from light, not aesthetically reprehensible, make you look pretty cool.

Then consider the disposable sunglasses that fit under your regular glasses that you get from the eye doctor after he dilates your pupils way too much, thereby ruining the rest of your day:

Oh my god, what's wrong with you?

Protects your eyes from light, makes you look like a mental patient, causes people on the street to either (a) laugh or (b) say with extreme pity and condescension “You look like you could use a high five.”

Guess who wasn’t together enough to remember to take her real, non mental patient sunglasses to the eye doctor today? And guess who couldn’t actually use a high five?


Songs for a new Sucker

April 2, 2011

I had to go see Sucker Punch for the Popcorn Panel last week.

Do not go see Sucker Punch.

But last night I went to see Angelwalk Theatre’s production of Songs for a New World, directed by my pal (and future boss at Roseneath!) Andrew Lamb. It’s a lovely production. Song cycles are challenging to stage, but the cast really makes the most of the details within each of Jason Robert Brown’s songs, treating them as though each one were an individual little play. Do go see this, if you’re in Toronto and love the musical theatre.

Sometimes in this job, you end up with phone numbers for people you would never have expected to have a conversation with, if only because you weren’t sure if they were a real person and not just a publicity hoax dreamed up by a publishing company. But early in March, my inner 12-year-old could barely contain her excitement as I dialed the phone number of the legendary Francine Pascal, creator of Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield of Sweet Valley. She was delightful and funny and we talked about everything from her Sweet Valley musical to how she had never even been to southern California when she first pitched the series. My story about Francine is in the National Post today.

You really shouldn't let brunette children read these books.

Sweet Valley Twins was my first introduction to the Wakefields, and I remember going to The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe (a wonderful children’s bookstore that started my lifelong obsession with bookstores) in Yorkdale Mall when I was 7 with my neighbour friend SJ and our moms to buy Best Friends, which I proceeded to devour in about an hour and a half. Obviously, I was an Elizabeth. (SJ was a Jessica, naturally.) I was already obsessed with the idea that I probably had a secret twin that no one had told me about, and these books only exacerbated my twin obsession.

Anyway, now I so have to go put on my gold lavaliere and meet Bruce Patman at the Dairi Burger for lunch. Have a great weekend!