The Bloody Doors Off

I met with my friend Kelly and we saw a taping of George Stroumboulopoulos. Brent Butt was funny, but the surprise was Stedman Graham (Oprah’s SO). I had no idea he’d written 11 book. His latest was about identity, and how you can make a positive influence not just on others, but yourself. I suspect I was meant to see this taping today (even though he was the ‘mystery guest’ and had no idea this was going to happen). Afterwards I met Mr. Stroumboulopoulos (“Hi, I’m George”), a very personable man. And he’s got a great interview style, really cares about his guests. I’m sure his researchers do a fuck ton of work, given some of the stuff they pulled out.

And oh yes, I ran into Toronto Spiderman on the subway on the way to the CBC.

Earlier in the day? Got a bit of work in. While at the taping? More work. I finished it half an hour ago.

Sadly, there was banging over my head until 11pm tonight. The landlord was rerouting plumbing. We were without water from noon to after 10pm, because when he put it back on at 8, he’d sprung a leak. Oh joy. And I still have to squeeze past the bloody dumpster any time I want to leave the apartment.

But my day didn’t suck.

p.s. Did you know the CBC used to have TV shows called ‘Man vs Turkey’ and ‘Brian Williams Celebrity Tennis’? I’d totally watch those.