the norton resolutions


From TORONTO
December 31st, 2008

You know, My Ruggedly Handsome and/or Voluptuously Stunning Reader, if you've been following along as you should (and if not, I don't even know why we're having this conversation - I spit in your lazy face! That's right.....but in a hot, sexy way. You know you love it, you filthy little slavehog, you.) Where was I?

Ahem. If you've been following along.....you will know my feelings on annual New Year's resolutions . Ridiculous, I always thought, and doomed to failure. Why bother? Why vow every year that we will become hipper, faster, stronger - when we would be better to just accept that we are pathetic, fat, uneducated losers and get on with it already.

More recently I thought, Hey (ding!), let me not be quite so defeatist about this whole thing. Why not set really, really easy goals for myself .....and then feel an incredibly huge sense of accomplishment for, say, ceasing to pee all over the toilet seat or for giving up eating cold lard in the New Year?

Hence, the last three years my New Year's resolutions have been as follows:

2006: Don't complain about the weather
2007: Take the stairs
2008: Stop swallowing gum

For the most part I've been successful in achieving these by-my-standards impressively challenging goals, though the gum-swallowing is still one day at a time. I'm not a former gum-swallower; I'm a recovering one, and will forever be.

But Lo! Behold! Hold the proverbial phone! Stop the virtual press! A heretofore unexperienced sensation has siezed me this year; a desire to set actual, real, difficult challenges for myself and then -gasp! - go about achieving them. What the fuck is going on?! Is it the lack of challenge in my everyday life? The need, at age thirty-three, to feel a true sense of accomplishment without actually, you know, having babies or getting a real job? Why so suddenly sick of easy and longing for HARD (oh yeah, baby)? Who cares why. There it is.

So, Without further ado, The Skeptical Tourist's Resolutions, 2009 Edition, are as follows:

I RESOLVE...
To Eat Some Human Flesh.
"What?!" you may be saying to yourself, "The Skeptical Tourist has never eaten human flesh? You must be joking!" But it's true, Astonished Reader. I've always meant to, of course, but have been held back by my irrational aversion to actually killing anyone. I mean, it would be a little silly to murder a whole person just to try a bite or, at most, a sandwich; what if I don't even like it? Maybe I could have some hardcore cannibals standing by ready to efficiently use up the rest? (Could be a way to meet some interesting new people.)

I'm sure, though, that I could find several individuals on the worldwide interweb who would be willing, disturbingly happy even, to volunteer to let me bite off a hunk of bicep or something.

Better yet....I'll carve a cut of my own tasty thigh, thereby also saving hours of useless toil at the gym. They do say the flavour's in the fat, am I right?

I RESOLVE.....
To Wear More Makeup and Sluttier Clothing.
Let's face it, time's a tickin'. I can't get away with dressing like a whore forever. So why not go big in '09?

To Keep in Better Touch with Mariah Carey and the Dalai Lama.
They keep having to do Mariah-Lisa-Dalai night without me. Sorry, guys!

To Make Some Negro Friends.
I have got Jamie Robinson. But he only counts as half. Plus it's hard to keep in touch with him because he's always busy eating watermelon and running fast. Then there's Marcia Johnson.... but she just wants me for my body. And you know how I feel about that these last two days.

Other from that, since I work in Canadian theatre, I haven't actually seen a real-life black person since leaving Scarborough in 1994. Therefore, Concernedly Weeping Reader, if you actually know/have seen/are a real black person, please feel free to help me with this.

Lucky coloured candidates can contact me at:

Lisa Can I Be Your Negro Friend
P.O. Box 779, Station A
Toronto, ON M6R 3A6
or at wantsitblack88@lavalife.com. (See profile in the "Casual Encounters" section.) What? Just covering all my bases.

Oh, and applicants should remember to include a photo and 500 word essay on how they would culturally enrich my life.

I RESOLVE....
To Finally Live Out My Life-Long Goal of Blowing Up Revenue Canada.
Hey, and if I do it during office hours....maybe that's where all the roasted human flesh could come from! Guilt free!

Bonus: This is bound to help me realize that other life-long dream to get a day named after me. This would for sure put me over that Guy Fawkes dude, am I right? And Sarah Polley could play me in the movie.

To Learn How to Wilfully Breathe Out of Just One Nostril at a Time.
Come on, you try it! Not so easy is it, huh, Smugface?

To Start Documenting My Dreams Once and for all.
And then use them as the basis for a multi-million dollar hit film about a hobo and a skunk and my grandma who go on an adventure in a forest which is sort of a forest but sometimes sort of like my Junior High and sort of sometimes like my living room and then these guys are there whose heads are made of rubber bands and all my hair falls out and oh yeah Sylvester Stallone and Elizabeth May are there dancing the tango* but then suddenly I'm underwater and it's so cool cuz I can breathe and all the sharks are made of gorgonzola and I wake up screaming.

Three words for you. Box. Office. Gold.
(And Sarah Polley as Stallone.)

I RESOLVE....
To Start My Own Fashion Line and Call it Leese's Pieces.

To Master Not Only Peeing Standing Up, but Pooing, too.
Wish me luck. Accompanying video and inevitable worldwide YouTube sensation to follow.

To Quit Trying to Learn New Languages and Just Make Up My Own Already.
My language would rock, admit it. Will someone donate a tropical island for me to speak it on?

To Wear a Different Pair of Underwear Every Day.
Novel, I know. But worth a try. Fans keep mailing me sexy panties; the least I can do is try to get through them.

To Jump Out of an Airplane.
Or a moving bus.
Or maybe my bed.


To Finally Give in to Beyonce's Management and Let Her Have That Threesome with My Boyfriend and Me.
NO, Jay-Z, you're not invited. Go play with your money. I'll have her back by Tuesday. She's gonna be my special black friend.


To Give Up My Only Intermittently Successful Campaign to Stop Biting My Nails, Instead Seeing if I Can Go Right Through Them and Eat My Entire Hand off.
Hey - that would solve the human flesh conundrum, too! FUCK I'm smart!


To Make Stephen Harper, Prime Minister of Canada, Lick the Bottom of My Shoe.
You do know he's into that in private, right?


To Cause, Through Meditation, Hypnotism and Special Apparatus, My Left Foot to Grow Three Sizes Larger, While Making my Right Foot Shrink to a Five and a Half.


To Stop Being so Cold and Suspicious and Get to Know all My Neighbours. Biblically.


To Stop Cashing My RSP's Every Year to Get Through Christmas
....and instead cash them each year on some random day in July and blow the lot on popsicles and safety pins.


I RESOLVE.....
To Stop Using My Eyes for One Month to Test Whether I Develop Super-Sonic Hearing Powers.
(Or just ultra-enhanced good looks which will benefit mankind but madden me as I am forsworn not to look into the mirror to find out what all the fuss is about.)


To Stop Being Such a Wallflower and Let People Know What I Really Think.
Starting now, with you, Attentive Reader. I think you're a Dirty Whore. And God I love you for it.


All right, Sweet Things. Time to say farewell and go start off '09 in great style, doing what I do each year on New Year's Eve: Getting very drunk and forcing people to listen to Michael Jackson's Man In The Mirror at midnight. You heard me. Make that change.

(And perhaps I'll eat some flesh by morning.)


Resolutely Yours,


The Tourist



* Little known fact: Elizabeth May, leader of the Green Party (and welcome addition to any dream except maybe the sexy kind), is in reality, a fine Tango dancer and good friend of Sylvester Stallone.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hong A pong pong Y nong E wong yong E A rong!

...a fictional and very time consuming language I learned in grade 5 ('85).

Good luck with those resolutions.

alittledarkcorner said...

better get started on those ...

Jeff Madden said...

Jesus, Norton.
How many times do I have to choke on my coffee while reading your f'in blog? You'd think I'd catch on one of these days.
Put coffee down. Read blog. Laugh a lot. Finish blog. Pick up coffee again.
Keep on makin us laugh in 2009.
Happy New Year.
Jeff

Anonymous said...

I was gonna say something about the flesh-eating, but instead...

The Word Verification To leave this comment is "shonshie". Put that in your language...or is it there already?

The Skeptical Tourist said...

Jeff....have you ever thought that maybe all that high-pitched singing isn't good for your brain?
Just a thought.

The Skeptical Tourist said...

An amendment:
I did realize, just after blooging this blarg, that I had neglected to mention Sterling Jarvis on my list of negro friends.
However, while Sterling is undeniably black, I have more than a little trouble believing that he's human. He's far too nice for that.
As for Karim....well, he's both black AND gay. And that's going a bit too far if you ask me.

Anonymous said...

Every day I check for an update from the Tourist. I had almost given up hope. Today is a fine day.

Anonymous said...

I tried to post this before and it didn't work. Too controversial maybe? You decide. Ahem.

So, black people are supposed to audition to apply for YOUR friendship? I don't think so.

Maybe you didn't realize but , ever since about 11:05pm on November 4, 2008, being black is WAY cool. I'm getting frienship applications every day from the pigmentationally-challenged.

You've go some tap dancing to do (figuratively and literally because of the whole black thing).
So take some classes and learn how to cook ackee and saltfish with a side of grits. I should be able to fit you in some time in May.

Happy New Year!

J's Blog said...

I'm disappointed that you're planning to spend your money on safety pins. I thought you were more adventurous, Tourist. Tourist, I thought I knew ye.

Sean Dixon - said...

for a nice portrait of someone who has eaten human flesh, see 'Keep the River On Your Right' in the doc section of the Film Buff. But wait a couple of days, because I still have to return it.
And welcome to Fbk.