Barnabas Greengrass

Hanging out with producers in Vancouver has inspired the Beebs to adopt a more polished look.

(Barnabas's wardrobe kindly furnished by Little Lily.)

I have too many photos (blurred by trembling hands) stories (obsessively filed) and gee-whiz anecdotes (abandoned mental hospital + movie stars= one hell of a day) to share at this time. Know this: I have grown fat off the donuts at craft services; they have this particular glaze that cracks and spiderwebs like elderly paint. No amount of conscientously-consumed "Coke Diete" can mitigate the effects of these donuts. I'm like a sunflower for these sugary bitches; I sense their arrival and instictively turn toward their warmth. Deez 'nutz got me sprung, yo.

Tonight, I will be locked in a mall with Page, Garner, Thirlby and the usual gang until 6:30 a.m. I'm intrigued by the realization that if I wuss out and fall asleep on a bench in front of L'Arbys, I will--improbably--wake up to something weirder than a dream.

P.S. On Sunday, Daniel "Original Degrassi Gangsta" Clark is coming here to film a scene! This will be the first Degrassi kid I've actually met in person (though I do have a cherished letter from Stacey Farber that I guard more closely than the ruins of my hymen.) I actually had my flight rescheduled so I could stalk meet him. My nipples are already hard. Now I can find out for myself how much he truly resembles Ernie.