Jewel Staite

25 September 2006

Having just received a request at the Serenity Cubed convention that I get off my ass and write again, I am obeying and sitting down to tell you some more drivel from the life of me.

I guess it’s been quite a while, so shall I start with July? Most of it was spent lying on the beach here in my beautiful Vancouver with a plentitude of novels, White Spot veggie burgers, and Snapple. I did manage to get out to Toronto for my first-ever Canadian convention called TCon... had a blast.. met some fellow Canucks... drank more Snapple. Not long after that, my sister in law and brand-new niece moved back from Israel and were kind enough to bring what appeared to be the Norwalk virus with them, so a week was spent with my head over the toilet (one of those nights I was supposed to be singing at my friend Patrick Masse’s farewell show, but barfing does not sound so good over the microphone so I skipped it). My husband caught it, the neighbors caught it, basically she took out the entire family and then some. Thanks, Claire.

Luckily, we were well enough in time for Matt’s birthday, and good thing, because I surprised him with a weekend in Vegas, because nothing says romance like champagne and slot machines! His 27th was spent with me furtively guarding my "lucky" 25 cent slot machine while he glared at various roulette tables, hopelessly trying to win his hundred bucks back. Classy! But I’ve been told that’s not much to lose, case in point being two guys about our age harping about how much they had lost ("Um, it’s a little thing called I’m down two G’s"), so we didn’t feel so bad. It was an awesome time and I can’t wait to go back.

After that, my agent Lisa and I took off to London for the Serenity Cubed convention, which was full of debauchery, lots of laughs, and late nights, as per the "ush". I love, love, love going to those conventions, even though they make me want to sleep for a week straight after. Thanks to all who made it even more memorable than the last, truly. Especially Sean Maher, because, well, you know why. On the way home, (or on a detour on the way home) Lisa and I went to Paris, where we stayed at the Ritz and drank Bloody Marys in the Hemmingway bar, bought trench coats and learned to say "Viva La France!" I have to say, though, that it really is the city of love, and I was missing my Matty something fierce, so I was more than happy to get on the plane and head home... That is, until I realized the guy sitting across from me was off his nut. Don’t know what tipped me off-maybe it was him singing showtunes to himself about half an hour into the flight, or telling the flight attendant he was in love with her, or plain old asking me "am I mad??" We contemplated slipping a sleeping pill into his wine, but thought against it, especially since he conked out a few hours later. Thanks for the in-flight entertainment, crazy man!

Now that I’m home, I can confirm that I will be coming on to Stargate Atlantis for a few episodes. I still have no idea who I’m playing, but I do know it’s female. I hope. Anyway, I’m really excited to be going back, and they’re a great bunch of people and-major plus!!-it shoots at home! So watch for that next season.

I’ll also be coming to New England (that chowder better be good, damnnit) for a convention in November called United Fan Con with the sci fi messiah himself, William Shatner. And as for the Flanvention? Oh, it’s on.

Jewel