He's coming home

http://www.edmontonjournal.com/entertainment/Nathan+Fillion+heads+home+Edmonton+Theatresports+anniversary/4805809/story.html

I'm gonna be there, just saying.

Irish blood

Irish Diplomacy...

is the ability to tell a man to go to hell so that he looks forward to making the trip.

The Mouse on the Barroom Floor

Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor when the pub was shut for the night. Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse and stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor, then back on his haunches he sat. And all night long you could hear him roar, 'Bring on the goddam cat!'

An Irishman's Philosophy

In life, there are only two things to worry about— Either you are well or you are sick. If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about— Either you will get well or you will die. If you get well, there is nothing to worry about, But if you die, there are only two things to worry about— Either you will go to heaven or hell. If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about. And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends You won’t have time to worry!

The Way We Tell a Story (Pat McCarty 1851-1931)

Says I to him, I says, says I, Says I to him, I says, The thing, says I, I says to him, Is just, says I, this ways. I hev', says I, a gret respeck For you and for your breed, And onything I could, I says, I'd do, I wud indeed. I don't know any man, I says, I'd do it for, says I, As fast, I says, as for yoursel', That's tellin' ye no lie. There's nought, says I, I wudn't do To plase your feyther's son, But this, I says, ye see, says I, I says, it can't be done.

Murphy's Law

Nothing is as easy as it looks. Everything takes longer than you expect. And if anything can go wrong, It will, at the worst possible moment.

Legend of Saint Patrick

Good St. Patrick travelled far, to teach God's Holy Word And when he came to Erin's sod, a wondrous thing occurred He plucked a shamrock from the earth and held it in His hand To symbolise the Trinity that all might understand The first leaf for the Father And the second for the Son The third leaf for the Holy Spirit All three of them in one.

Remembered Joy

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free! I follow the plan God laid for me. I saw His face, I heard His call, I took His hand and left it all... I could not stay another day, To love, to laugh, to work or play; Tasks left undone must stay that way. And if my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss... Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss. My life's been full, I've savoured much: Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief— Don't shorten yours with undue grief. Be not burdened with tears of sorrow, Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there... I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow... I am the diamond glints on snow... I am the sunlight on ripened grain... I am the gentle autumn rain. When you waken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight... I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry— I am not there... I did not die...

What Shall I Say About the Irish?

The utterly impractical, never predictable, Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit, And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat. He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight, Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight. His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears, Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears. His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand, And there is no middle ground on which he will stand. He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad. He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad. He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies, He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies. He's victor and victim, a star and a clod, But mostly he's Irish— in love with his God.

The Irish...

Be they kings, or poets, or farmers, They're a people of great worth, They keep company with the angels, And bring a bit of heaven here to earth

An Irish Welcome

Here's Céad Míle Fáilte to friend and to rover That's a greeting that's Irish as Irish can be It means you are welcome A thousand times over Wherever you come from, Whosoever you be

Irish Men

There are only three kinds of Irish men who can't understand women— young men, old men, and men of middle age. Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you fight with your neighbour. It makes you shoot at your landlord-- and it makes you miss him. If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at who He gives it to! There never was the worse use made of a man than to hang him. No man ever wore a scarf as warm as his daughter’s arm around his neck. A family of Irish birth will argue and fight, but let a shout come from without, and see them all unite. An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy which sustains him through temporary periods of joy. The Irish are a fair people; they never speak well of one another. —Samuel Johnson 1709-1784 The Irish forgive their great men when they are safely buried. You can accomplish more with a kind word and a shillelagh than you can with just a kind word. In every land, hardness is in the north of it, softness in the south, industry in the east, and fire and inspiration in the west. of a useless fellowHe's fit to mind mice at a crossroads. to someone who committed some small fault 'Tis only a stepmother would blame you.’ of a tall, large woman That's a fine doorful of a woman. of a gossiper She has a tongue that would clip a hedge. of a poor, thin creature The breath is only just in and out of him, and the grass doesn't know of him walking over it. of a coarse, ill-mannered person using poor language What would you expect out of a pig but a grunt? on trying to change a stubborn person's mind You might as well be whistling jigs to a milestone. of very bad music Aw, that's the tune the old cow died of. of one who overstays their welcome If that man went to a wedding, he'd stay for the christening. of a talkative person That man would talk the teeth out of a saw. of a person who paid too much for a cow He bought every hair in her tail. of a clever thief He'd steal the sugar out of your punch. in praise of strong whiskey I felt it like a torchlight procession going down my throat. said of a woman who had made a bad marriageShe burnt her coal and did not warm herself. of bad aim in shooting He wouldn't hit a hole in a ladder. of an impish child That one suffers from a double dose of original sin. of an unfortunate oneHe is always in the field when luck is on the road. of very wet weather It's a fine day for young ducks. of someone who always plans carefully If he's not fishing he's mending his nets.

I took this from an Irish site I just wanted to have it in a place I can easily go back and re-read it.

Future

My life moves so quickly I rarely have time to sit down and look at it. I by no means want to brag about hw many things I do. In fact that's what this is all about, I think less of myself because I do so any things. I am constantly woring on more projects than I can keep track of and my passions are so broad they make the side of the barn look like a supermodel.

I don't know what I want. I'm at a point where I could just do this as long as it lasts and who knows it could last forever. This being Murder Mysteries, Fringe tours and odd theatre jobs, just enough to keep me living and in the parents basement. Yay! I make a living doing theatre! Yeah right.

I could trying to write more, actual writing. Try to get oney for my blogs, write articles, journalism, maybe even write a book. I could... I'm kind of ding that already. I just don't make any money off it.

I could move to LA or Vancouver and take a chance. Screw all this little stuff and the gigs I'm getting now where the actors get paid in food and the crew gets the real money. Go for a year or two in each place, see if I can find a good agent and really make it happen. Get on TV or land roles in movies. I'm not saying I'd become the next Brad Pit but lots of actors make a good living doing it.

Or I could go to New York and try the same thing but... no. Not gonna happen. Forget I even suggested it.

I could focus on this WorldWide business and try to set up a residual income and never have to work again! But I don't believe in people, so I don't believe it will work. And don;t confuse that, I believe in the system. I believe in what they are trying to do but I don't have faith in people that they can see the truth about society.

Do I work until I have enough money to start investing? Investments can be good, they can also be bad. I could do what I'm doing, stop spending money and after a halfyear to a year start investing.

I could go teach English in other countries, just spend my time travelling. Go from one place to the next and pay my way by teaching. Who knows I might find something out there better then all this. I could still write, maybe do a little theatre, or at least do theatre whenever I come back to visit, still do the Fringe tour for example. Natasha and I would both be working and facing the same struggles and overcoming them together.

Natasha, part of the issue is that I have to think about her, not just myself. I love thinking about her and I want to spend all my time with her. I'm not particularily happy with the people in my life. Most of the people I put effort into over the past few years have turned out to be not worth my time and energy. Meaning they have no interest in helping me get ahead, something which I try to help everyone I know to do. I infact rarely see these people, which is fine. Life takes us all along our own paths, mine however just doesn't go along with the paths of any of the people I have tried to walk with over the past 22 years aparently. I tried to imagine who my best man and wedding party would be... I came up with the wedding party (barely). I know it's weird to think bout those things but it's true. I couldn't really think who my "best friend" is that's a guy. My best friend is Natasha. I have one friend who we are walking along our paths together but I'm sure he counts other friends as closer to him then me. And I'm not complaining I have no friends, I have more friends then I know what to do wth, those friendships are ll just so shallow and I can't seem to strengthen any of them so I am constantly adding more and more of them to the "not worth extra effort" pile. Which isn't a bad pile, except almost everyone I know is in it.

And the people I do think are worth it? Well those are the people who have helped me get to where I am and who I will continue to do things with... here. In Edmonton, in theatre, and film, where I make a living. But live in my parents basement, and wouldn't be able to support a family.

So I could just keep doing what I'm doing, following all of my passions, putting 110% into everything and hoping it builds to the point where I can turn it into something. Or I can take action. I can stop splitting my efforts and simply do one thing really, really well, or at least fail while trying. There is nothing holding me here but the life I have. And sure it's more then wat many have and it's a great life but I will never know what else I could have if I just keep doing this. And doing this to what end? How long until I get paying film gigs? How long until people starting producing my shows for me? How long until my writing on zombies gets noticed?How long until I write something worth publishing? How long until I my hundreds of friends actually make the effort to spend time with me? These are the sorts of things I am working toward, but I feel like the path I'm on might not be a path at all. More like the middle of a field.

I'll never know unless I go.