As I write this post the sleeper comedy hit “Mystery Men” is ending on TV, and of course, the credits are playing us out with Smashmouth’s “All Star.” Luckily, it’s been long enough since I’ve heard that song that it’s cute again. Now it’s the second verse, I take it back. I’m deciding which comedy to watch “New Adventures of Old Christine” or “Sons of Tucson.” Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Wanda Sykes, or Joe Lo Truglio. Hmmph. Channel flipping it is.
I’m in Canada. Yeah, THAT Canada. I’ve been to the others and let me tell you those Canadas just aren’t Canadian enough. Stick with the one true Canada. It’s Canada.
If you can’t tell by that last paragraph, I’ve been very isolated. Mainly because I live alone. That, and I don’t know anyone is Vancouver. Sure, I know the cast and crew of my show, but the crew are locals and after a 14 to 15 hour day, do you wanna hang out with someone from work? No, you wanna go home to your actual friends and family. And the cast? All married. They don’t wanna see me. Either they go back to LA to spend time with their spouse, or their spouse is here visiting. And if neither of those things are happening, married people hang out with other married people – to talk about being married.
Maybe I’m projecting.
Luckily, being isolated leaves me plenty of time to dwell on these things instead of going out and meeting people. What am I talking about? I don’t know how to meet people. Everyone I know was discovered in forced situations like school, work, stand up shows. You’re forced to be around people and gravitate toward people you like at some point. At least that’s how I do it. I believe everyone gets to the age where you no longer make friends, you just lose them. Unless, you’re fortunate enough to have myriad forced situations.
Canadian news is on. Drownings on one channel, stabbing on one, and a shooting on the other. Ah, Feels like home.