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| Aegis | A former res neighbor: too tall for his own good, and wise beyond his height. |
| Agamemnon Russel |  A
High Anglican minister, who's off taming the Gomorrah of the Canadian
Praries. As Preacher, he's the religious
component of Tisiphone's Angels. I really
miss him, occasionally offensive comments and all.
gd = Preacher |
Ale* |
Heavily involved in film and owner of the Gothmobile, Ale* is turning into one of those regular faces in our first year back in the Smoke. We used to see each other at the Garden a lot and I found myself telling secrets as if they were conversation. |
| Alexi | My exboyf. We dated for about 3 years, and broke up in a storm of ugliness surrounding my feelings for Paris. His current-at-the-time girlfriend made up Little Spider's hair when she was a bridesmaid in my wedding. I think he lives in Montreal now. gd = Mr. Blonde |
| Algernon |  Pseudonyms are nothing new for Algernon & myself; I met him playing Dav's vampire game & consequently had a hard time learning his *real* name. He and his girl Gwendolyn had the biggest collection of children's books I've ever seen in the apartment of a pre-child-rearing couple. Now that they have little Sopie, it all fits together. |
| Alice |  The cousin of a student and a girl who shared my Grade 9 Band experiences from the brass section, Alice abruptly parachuted back into my brain. Called Alice both because it's a very Goth name (and she's very not) and because at my party she was kind of in Wonderland. Hopefully not for the last time. |
| Bee | Short for Beatrice, Bee came into my life shortly after I graduated from diapers. Her parents visited us in Nova Gothic when I graduated from Acadia University, although she was elsewhere. Common experiences include Sunday School, RHPS, choir, the English program at U of T, depression and three camping trips based on candy. The epitome of the girl next door, Bee has a few surprises up her sleeve. |
| Beowulf | Once upon a time he got high and ran across town with a gravestone under one arm and a bucket of fried rice in the other until he reached at the Alpha Sigma Sigma frat house covered in blood. Then he threw the headstone on the coffee table, ran upstairs and snatched a naked sleeping Casey from his bed. He tripped. They cleaned up fried rice for days. The headstone was abandoned in the backyard. And Casey wasn't too happy either. |
| Betty |  Another member of the Hogsboro High English Department, I freely admit that I imposed on Betty's kindness on a daily basis. My next-door desk neighbor in the office and in the class, she has never been heard to say a bad word about another person. Even better, she's got an extensive sense of humour, and often laughs at the bad words I say about other people.
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| Bob | One of the Boy's King Magic Crew, Bob lives north by northeast with his pretty wife Sparrow and his gorgeous baby Regina. We don't always agree... he named his baby after Ayn Rand, which may give you an indication of why. But I relish the challenge. |
| Ceilidh |  Pronounced "KAY-lee", she is very much the Boy's cat. Big, grey, hairy, lazy, clumsy & snooty - but affectionate once in awhile. Was spoiled rotten by the Boy's mother, then passed on to a sister-in-law, then she died. |
| Cody | A university friend whom I don't see much anymore. He started a now-defunct diary after reading mine...can I call him a disciple? No, probably not. |
| C. Thomas Flood | The retired head of the English department at Hogsboro High and my first boss. He was a real stickler for routine, but also capable of spontanious acts of kindness. In his retirement speech, he mentioned every member of the English Dept. Except me. |
| Dav | Elf-boy Brat King. Dav is absolutely the only person I know with an engineering degree who makes his living with webpage design by day and writes comic books & movies by night. Has pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth for the last couple of years, but he seems happy. |
| Fast Eddie |  One of the more caustic Tea People. He's a good time in a stupid tie. Was in Utah, writing postcards full of nouns and exclamation points, but back now to take campus media by storm. He claims it takes a special kind of guy to hit on a pregnant woman in front of her husband, and he's right. |
| Female Crazy Neighbour | Or FCN, as she's short-formed. Peter the landlord's daughter, who lived below us and thought that we have direct control over the air quality in her apartment. The four cats, smoking habit & refusal to leave the house have nothing to do with the air quality, one supposes. Has a tendency to fly into sudden rages and begin banging on everything in sight...which is the reason I had to cancel my homebirth. |
| Galadrial | My neo-hippie ex-roommate...the girl who woke me up with "The Freewheeling Bob Dylan" 4 days in a row. Freewheel this, bitch! |
| (Gila) Monstre |  A poet with programmer's hands, recently joined to her dragon love Loftwyr. She's a relatively recent acquaintance who greatly distinguished herself by offering her house as a place for me to labour after we'd moved out of the city. We even got to babymoon there. Eee! Our gratitude is enormous & eternal.
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| Gomer | I met Gomer the one weekend of my life that I felt irresistible. Now that I'm all too resistible, he has disappeared. Such is the life of the former Siren. |
| Goneril | The principal of Hogsboro High. For obvious reasons (*cough*dooced*cough*), there isn't too much about her, but every once in awhile I need to mention her in a neutral manner. |
| Grace |  C. Thomas Flood's successor as Queen of the Hogsboro High English Department. Although she can be just as tightly wound up, she curses a lot more and one can actually relax in her presence. Her office was a nice place to be - we didn't realize the extent of C. Thomas' powertrip until it was gone.
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| Gwendolyn |  She keeps pulling us into their Changeling game, but I forgive her. One of the girls I've gotten to know recently who is not only not freaked out by my impending motherhood, but who is downright thrilled. We offered the use of our apartment in the fertility vortex of Toronto when they decide they're ready for a changeling of their own, but it happened without us. |
| Guy | Chief of the Tea People by common consensus, Guy is in England to continue his genetic studies at a more prestigious university. We always tell everyone that he's busy perfecting a fruit fly with 5 asses, and he doesn't seem to mind this libel. |
| Hectate |  Our young midwife (the other one was Locasta). I appreciated her professionalism during our prenatal visits, but I fell in love with her during the birth of my baby. It's hard not to adore someone who took you through Hell by holding your hand. She's not really a witch (let alone the Queen of Witches), but I revel in arcane stereotypes. |
| Isa | The hot French teacher who used to live down the hall from Froghopper Nook. I like her a lot, although I never really got her husband. They're seperated right now, which makes me wonder if I should've used the same wedding photographer. |
| Jesse |
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| Kandyraver Kat | She's got a lolly with your name on it, and I'm told that she was involved in a coke-fuelled three-some with 2 other people on this page. Spicy! |
| Lady Godiva | Only she didn't regularily strip to protest taxes. Now that Ophelia & I have reconciled, the two of us are back to putting on brief faux-lesbian displays and calling each other by vegetable nick names. gd = Aphrodite |
| The Lawyer |  Currently following his calling and making gobs of money in the market, the Lawyer decided to sail back into my life following our meeting at Poet's wedding (we were both seated at Table Germany). Overall, I find this pleasing. Now living in Vancouver with his wife. |
| Locasta | Our older midwife (the other one was Hectate). A woman who began her career in traditional medicine and then found her way into midwifery as soon as it became possible. We feel immensely comfortable around Locasta. She knows her stuff, and ours as well. Again, not a witch. |
| Loftwyr |  We first met at the Garden, when I had no ID and he considered it his privledge to pat my ass. Our relationship became much more dignified after my water broke on his couch. Very happily married to Monstre. |
| Loup | Also known as Betelguise for his stripey suit, he is one half of the larval synth band that absorbed the Boy like an ameoba. Slogan: Objects in clubs may appear haughtier than they actually are. |
| Maggie |  Q's wife. A deft hand at making sushi, not to mention making mincemeat out of the inconsiderate. |
| Marcie | We met Marcie on our first visit to Edmonton, when she offered to put us up in her enormous house during Preacher's ordination. And although I was too lazy to find a wonderful pseudonym at the time, she has since met & married Poet and thus richly deserves mention in this directory, pseudonym or no. Now living in Kuala Lampuu...Kula Lanpuu...France! |
| The Maxx | Artist & bitter ex-boyf of Little Spider. Apparently he's also said some choice words about me. I choose not to care. gd = Daniel |
| Morgan |  Another old friend, who's young son Toad is both her greatest joy and her greatest challenge. The two of them moved to Alberta recently. I hope they get what they need. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding; she was a bridesmaid at mine. I suppose there's nothing left to hope for, now is there? gd = Baby Jenks |
| (Mother) Teresa |  If I could choose a mentor at Hogsboro High, she would be it. Unfailingly generous, bright and comforting to the tortured new English teacher, Teresa is also a brash, quirky Cape Bretoner. I find this last oddly reassuring. |
| Nike | My pretty, perky personal trainer, back when I used my gym membership. Very good at what she does, which is mostly *not* making me feel like a lazy, undisciplined, uncoordinated slug. |
| Peter | Our landlord at Mount Olympus, and the father of the psychopath who banged on the door to threaten my very pregnant self. Not to be confused with the saint. This is one of the very few pseudonyms that came to me at once, as I kept misremembering his name as "Peter." So Peter it shall be. |
| Ophelia | This gets rather complicated. The year before this web diary began, I thought she was my psychic twin. She didn't call me once during the summer of 98...and then I snubbed her. We didn't talk for 4 years, but reconciled at an Irish Descendents show. Now I see her at parties and I try to talk like a normal human being. It's harder than it looks. gd = Tiger Lily |
| Paris de Carnage |  Everybody
needs a wild-eyed poet in their life. He's mine. I once blamed him for
destroying my personal life, but we ended up dancing togther at my wedding...and
again at his. He now lives with Marcie at the Canadian embassy in (France); while at the embassy in the Phillipines he worked for the country/continent of Australia and ended official correspondence with "you fucking douchebag." As Poet,
he's the Achilles' Heel of Tisiphone's Angels.
gd = Poet |
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| Regina | Bob & Sparrow's daughter. She has a gravity & an elegance about her that transcends description. Her fingers are long and narrow. Her skin is translucent - it makes mine look like I've been coated in a decade's worth of road dust. Her little rosebud mouth constantly sucks at the world with great interest & appetite. She is beyond beautiful. |
| Rosalind |
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| Saint Stephen |  The King of Toast, now in the South Pacific with his girlfriend Sheila. He and the Boy lived together in what was variously called The Entropy Apartment (because everything broke) and The Last Bachelor Pad (because it was).gd = Snag Boy |
| Samuel |  Another English teacher at Hogsboro High, Sam is distinguished by his deadpan sense of humour and his unfailing ability to sympathize with any problem. According to him, teaching is like bobsledding and at first I just had to keep running. |
| Scott | Stacy's former partner in crime. Machines talk to him, though he still condescends to speak to mere mortals like myself. We don't actually speak much these days. |
| Seth | Weird, smart, funny. If you get on his bad side, he'll make fun of your god. Whenever he sees me now, he kisses me on the cheek. I'm not sure if I like this development or not - I feel so respectable. |
| Sheila | St. Stephen's girlfriend finally takes a bow. The two of them are currently knocking around the South Pacific for an indeterminate amount of time. I don't know her very well yet, but what I do know is that she's very sweet. |
| Sister Silver |  A social worker and a Quaker, the Boy met Sister Silver at his tech support job in Nova Gothic. She's back in Nova Scotia now, she hopes for good. I miss her already. |
| Sparrow | The first time I met Bob's wife was in the receiving line after she got married. But I soon found out that she is very sweet and willing to discuss all kinds of pregnancy & baby topics with a virtual stranger. I suck it up like a sponge. |
| Toad | Morgan's little boy. He was born exactly 10 years before my little boy. Synchronicity. |
| Tymothi:J |  Another poet with mad laughter dancing in his gaze. He's the one who called the Boy's upstairs neighbor when we found her prostitution advertisement in a local newspaper. Bakes, cleans and gardens like a demon - he's going to make some lucky girl very happy one day. Lives in den Haag with Scherezade. gd = Sven |
| Upright Animal | A cleverly shaved ape who managed to learn POV techniques and hard drinking. And really, what more is there? gd = Dirk (Gently) |
| Wednesday | Tym:J & Dirk's friend more than mine, I nevertheless enjoy her company and her Old School take on the excesses of the local gawth scene. |
| The White Man's Burden |
The second new/old car to operate under the title of HMSS Lassitude, the Burden got its name for being white, male-owned and a burden. Still, it got me where I needed to be, as the dessicated corpse of Rudyard Kipling no longer worked in that regard. |
| Wilson | Bright & pretty, happy & sloppy, works & slacks like a veritable god. Reminds me of me sometimes, which included following my rocket trail down the aisle. I was not invited. gd = Veronica |
Promoted from acquaintance to friend after a solo trip home during which he showed up when he said he would and walked me home every time it became necessary. He went through a theatre arts program at George Brown College, his head is 28 inches around and we haven't spoken in years.
My brother & sister split in Chicago, and now Q is back in town. Like the illustration, Q is a precarious cocktail, poised to bring both merriment and disaster. Never dull, except when asleep or stoned.
One of the most likeable teachers I have ever met. Her specialities are Drama and English, and since she taught Macbeth in her last job, she was a great help to me as I muddled through my first semester.