Q insisted that I add this page to the geographical directory. No matter how silly I felt about having a page for 6 entries, it is more accurate this way - even if he's now moved back to Toronto.
Comrade Jen I met Jen in 1997, during my last year in residence. It was a great year: house events included semi-naked days, toga dinners, goth afternoons with candles, strippers, and snorting chocolate dust from the tables at Fung. (Actually, that last bit was just Jen; we dared her and she did it.) At the time she liked women; since then her affections have expanded to include Cranly. The two of them broke up recently, and I've lost track of her.
Just as Q bugged me to begin this page, Cranly bugged me to be included when he & his girlfriend Comrade Jen moved to New York this summer. And his wish is my command. I have had many strange friends, and Cranly is no exception to this rule. I remember many tidbits from our rather intense friendship in third year - for instance, that he liked trimming his socks so that he could look sockless. And he used to insist that everyone had an optimal level of Yop intake that, when known, could lead to much happiness and peace of mind. I know that he once contemplated buying me a book of Walt Whitman's poetry, just so he could write "leaves of grass, my ass!" in the flyleaf. I hear he's in Toronto, but it's hard to confirm since he never writes. Goethe The third roommate. "I got nothing to say and I'm saying it." Joseph Pixie's boyfriend & roommate. He's handy around the house and calming to visit with. You can't beat that with a stick.
Look at my new sister. She followed her crazy American (ex)husband down to the States, thus making me create this page. Now she does manual labour in various theatres (or is that various theaters?) and writes musicals in her spare time. Pixie is only two months older than me. Are we genetic freaks, doomed to make our living in the most depraved type of circus tent?? Probably. But this isn't why.
The third member of the American convoy, currently living in Pixie's bedroom with his cat. Best friends with Pixie since highschool, he & she fuel each other's obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, leading to conversations both hilarious and creepy. Office slave by day and RPG costume designer by night, the Rat is most amusing when he's pretending to be butch.
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