I just pulled a knife on Peter Sellers

Oh man, the burnout is setting in. This schedule I get myself into, of writing an episode a week… It’s grueling at times. My panic disorder has flared up BIG TIME. I had a panic attack on the street today, which never happens. Grocery stores, malls – indoor places, for sure. The street? Not since I was 15. That’s a bad sign. I’m slipping.

I’ve just outlined another episode, which I’ll have written into a first draft by… Wednesday, second draft by Friday or Saturday, then polished on Monday, to be recorded the following Tuesday (along with the episode I wrote last week which will be recorded the day before).

You think you’re confused, you should see the look on my face.

Uhhh. I love radio drama. There are times where I actually prefer it to any other medium. I grew up on it all; books, tv, film and radio drama… I snuck tapes into bed and listened to old Goon Show episodes as I went to sleep on my WALK-MAN.

(A moment of silence… for the WALK-MAN).

I geniunly feel at home in this medium.

But I have to admit that I envy the TV writers. They get more attention (it’s hard to imagine anything getting less press than Canadian Television – Guess what, it’s Radio Drama), they get more money, and they get more time… To work on the same script. Draft after draft of the same script.

Actually, that sounds more like hell than what I’m doing.

At least I’m never bored.

Beisdes, the TV people won’t hire me, because whenever I try to get staffed on a show, they look at my radio drama credits and say, “They still make Radio Drama?”.

I don’t even want to start on what it’s like to explain to people outside this business about what I do. “I write Radio Drama”. “Drama? Like… Serious plays for radio?” “No, drama in the traditional… but it’s still comedy… and… Uhh… Like… You know… Burns and Allen but in space and without an audience… And you know… not quite as funny.”

“Why don’t they just call it Radio Comedy?”

“Because that’s… Like… The Debaters.”

“The who-what now?”


I still hold on to the belief that maybe there’ll be a resurgance in Radio Drama. Hell, if they get this podcasting thing sorted out (ha ha ha) maybe it’ll open up a whole new world.

In the meantime, I’m glad I have side projects… Which I work on… When I… Uhh… Have time…

Which is never.


Oh, who am I to complain, at least I’m working, right?

Now, I have to go to bed so I can get up in 4 hours and inject my friends diabetic cat with insulin.



End of Summer rambling garbage

Mmph… Scribble scribble… I swore I’d update this thing today, but my mind is scattered and I’ve got nothing that interesting to say…

We recorded the first two episodes of the new season of Canadia last week… It was fun to have the cast together again… Currently, I’m writing the next two episodes, which record at the end of the month. So there.

The plan is to re-air the first season starting in January, then continue on with the new episodes.

And I can finally say that the show will be airing in two timeslots.

Wednesday’s at 11PM and then Friday’s at 11:30AM. It’s Afghanada’s timeslot again… Which I love because it must confuse listeners to tune in one week and hear a seriously dramatic show about Canada’s involvement in the war in Afghanistan, and then the next week hear a retarded show about Canada’s involvement in an outer space war.

Still no update on podcasts… People are working on it. And the CD’s are scheduled to come out… Sometime… Maybe around Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.


I can’t believe it was that hot yesterday. 39 degrees with humidity. Fuck that shit, man. I’m done with summer… My vote tomorrow goes for the candidate who’s going to put an end to this absurdity. Either by reducing emissions, or by saying “Fuck it!” and air conditioning the Province.

Umm… Yeah…

I need a snack, I think… My blood sugar is low.

The End.

P.S. Why do I have a corkboard? I tape cue cards and sheets of paper to the wall, while telephone bills from 2005 are tacked to my corkboard.


Back at it (or, “what I did for my summer vacation”.)

As excited as I am to get back to work, part of me is the opposite of excited… You know… Uhh… “Dreading”.

Only because I’ve been sort of in a “not working and not feeling guilty” kind of headspace.

I’ve done a whole lot of “vacationy” type things over the last month, without ever managing to leave the city – which is sad…

I finally gave in and spent a week and a half reading every Harry Potter book. They’re good. I expect they’ll replace The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew books at everyone’s cottage.

I watched every episode of The Hills… (if you must know, Whitney is my favorite.)

My dog had surgery, he’s fine now but it was rough there for a bit… He had a benign cyst on his jugular. It came out easily, but he was doped up for a bit and had drainage tubes coming out of his throat… It was messy.

I finished the first draft of the screenplay I was working on, and managed to attach a producer to it. (And a good producer at that.)

Those last two things aren’t very vacationy. The last one is definitely the least vacationy type thing I’ve ever done, actually – it’s work. I worked. But it was a pet project and I had fun, so…

I’m not really sure what it means to take a vacation, to be honest. I went to Club Med once with my parents when I was a kid… A friend at the resort got sun stroke. I ran out of oxygen while scuba diving and caught impetigo from the scuba gear.

I think that experience put me off a whole lot of things: Travelling, Resorsts, The Sun, Scuba Diving, My Parents…


Radio drama.

Here we go. 15 more episodes.

And I’m going to start writing them…




More? More… More!

CBC has ordered 15 more episodes of Canadia: 2056.

Yes, that’s right… Fifteen.

As exciting as it is, I’ll admit, it’s a little daunting. Scratch that… Ten was daunting. Fifteen is terrifying.

But I’m up for the challenge, and the second series won’t start airing until March, so I’ve got some time… I mean, I haven’t worked it out or anything, but it feels like I’ve got a lot more time this round… Loads of time. HEAPS of time.

Uhh, I’ll probably leave them all to the last minute.

Is anyone watching Next Comedy Legend?


Here come the drums

First, thanks to everyone who’s written in and posted their comments regarding Canadia… The response has been a lot more positive (and flattering) than I ever expected, and I really appreciate it.

Second, I forward every e-mail and comment to the powers that be at the Ceeb, and hopefully there’ll be a CD release at some point in the near future… As for podcasting, or downloadable episodes… Who knows… I’m trying to get some sort of conversation going about that too. I encourage everyone to write the CBC and tell them how you feel, because they read everything that comes in.

Now, on to business!

Last week I managed to finish the pilot I was comissioned to write and now, I have free time.

But, since I’m basically un-employed, it means that I have to agonize about having free time.

So, I’m working on a vanity project. A story that I’ve been bouncing around for a year now… Writing bits and pieces here and there… I’m finally giving it my full attention.

But because I have no deadline, I can fully experience all the procrastination, self-hatred and dread that goes into writing.

Here’s what I did today, while trying to work on this “vanity project”. (By my definition, a vanity project is something that no one is interested in… it’s something you write for yourself, with the hope that maybe someone will want it when it’s completed.)

9am. Wake up, grab laptop, climb back into bed. Check the weather. Fall back asleep.

10am. Wake up. Pee. Check Facebook. Fall back asleep.

11am. Wake up to whining, cross-legged dog. Get up and walk dog.

12pm. Breakfast, with laptop, read news, blogs, (facebook) more Doctor Who posts (the show is very exciting right now).

12:30pm. Buckle into the office with a bottle of water. Lock the laptop into the ergonynamic thingy, plug in the keyboard, and promptly read some more on the Doctor Who forum.

1pm. Try meditating for twenty minutes – it turns into a half hour nap.

1:30pm. Open up the script in final draft, but don’t look at it. Quickly open up Facebook.

2pm. Lie down on the couch and read a few comic books.

2:30pm. Smoke (shh…)

3pm. Answer some e-mails, glance at the script.

3:05pm. Talk to Dave about how I don’t want to write this script, I hate it. It’s a stupid idea.

3:30pm. Eat some yogurt. (Vanilla)

3:45. Facebook.

4:00pm. Look over the script so far. And write a few lines…

4:45pm. Start writing this blog entry, while occasionally checking: Facebook, blogs, news, weather and Doctor Who forum.

And now it’s 5:15, and I’m hungry. Going to make a sandwich and take the dog for a run. Then I’ll probably spend the greater part of the evening writing…

Did I not mention that?

I get most of my work done at night… It’s more of the same, a lot of surfing and procrasting (I didn’t even get to my Wikipedia habit), but it’s when I get the bulk of my work done.

If I’m trying to convey anything with this post it’s this:

Watch Doctor Who tonight on CBC, it’s awesome.