Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Crapeau Chapeau





Mood-swingin'?

Indecisive facial expressions?

Happy about the new way to hide roots, yet contemplative because I've yet to rid myself of them?

Or trying to find the right face to make with a stolen hat of a random team that I am not a fan of, while said hat-owner incessantly takes pictures of it because his obsession forces him to?

Hmm.

The answer: It doesn't really matter when there's free beer involved.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

SJ Played Ball. No, Really.

Went to the Raptors game last night.

Yeah, that's right. The band t-shirt wearin', headbangin', lyric-screamin' chick is a closeted semi sports fan. I am a coat of many colours. Judge me and punishment will ensue.

Since last night's ticket were free (oh, how I love the word), it was a good enough reason for my to push back my fear of heights and take in the game.

That's the face of vertigo.

Breathe... you're ok.

We sorta knew the people around us, and it was nice to put faces to names.

The happy faces are indicative of the win. Shock and awe.

"Don't look down... don't look down. Aw, crap. That's where the game is."

I am a sad case.

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On a completely unrelated topic - if you were a reader back when I went off on a little rant that I felt quite strongly about, there seems to have been some action taken.

Check this out.

I don't know for sure, but the "complaints from local residents" that was mentioned could well have been us. We spoke to neighourhood police on two different occasions.

Score one for the good guys.

...Ok, maybe we're not good guys. So score one for the adequate guys with good intentions.

Friday, March 27, 2009

It Doesn't Really Matter

Are any of you still here?

I promise there will be no more Stinkbutt mentions... at least not until my memory fades on me and I feel I have to re-tell the story in all its unimportant glory.

You're safe for now.

Last night was the kickoff to 103.9 Proud FM's weekly live-to-air at Riva on College St. Yeah, I'm pimpin' out where I intern.

It was a good time. If you promise not to mock my massive (and temporary) dark roots, pasty skin, and general tired look, I'll share some pics. Don't get too excited, now.

This would be when the streetcar driver yelled for me to not use the flash on my camera. Apparently he also didn't like when Craig asked "why?", cuz he proceeded to close the doors on us when we got to our stop.

Cordial.

We tried, but failed, to show the dark labyrinth of bathrooms... or the many doors that scared us. Either way. We are fearful, yet surprised. Did we convey that correctly?

C managed to grow a blonde head on his left shoulder. Magic exists, folks.

Regal radio host. His minions were bowing - you can't see them. They bow low.

Bob at the booth with Mark Holmes... The same Mark Holmes who was in Platinum Blonde and is now known for his nights at the Mod Club. He got Sober Kristen dancing, which is a feat in and of itself.

Next week - you all must go. You dig?

See ya there.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Stinkbutt & Me

Last night, C and I watched 'Marley & Me'.

Aside from the boy's general disdain for all things Aniston, and our uneducated guesses about how many times Owen Wilson must've broken his nose to get it to look like that, we managed to enjoy some points of the movie.

Mainly the dog.

By the end, we (yes, both of us) were bawling like babies. Complete and utter tearjerker for anyone who has had a pet before, currently has a pet, or is not a human form of Satan and renting sad movies for the sheer joy of watching things die.

So afterward, in our sappy and emotional states, we each grabbed a dog to show it some love. With Daisy in my arms, I hugged her tight and blubberingly told her that I loved her, she was beautiful, etc, etc...

It was at this moment that she decided to Stinkbutt on my favourite yoga pants. Touching, really.

I suppose I should backtrack, as most of you don't know what I'm referring to. A warning for Too Much Doggy Information should be in effect as well.

I never knew what Stinkbutt was until we got this chick dog, so bear with me.

Basically, small dogs can have impacted anal glands. This causes a buildup of what I now call "Stinkbutt". Said Stinkbutt can get released at any time to ease the buildup - In Daisy's case, whenever it's least convenient for us. And it is the single worst smell I've ever had to endure. Stings the nostrils, it does.

Ugh.

Sorry - end of Canine Ass Lessons.

Point of this gross story, is that after watching this movie about a dog who was hard to live with, then crying my eyes out and wanting to hold onto my own baby dog, she picks this loving moment to spray a little Stinkbutt my way. By "my way", I of course mean my lap.

That, my friends, is love.

Perhaps we should disregard this post... I may have just lost all my readers.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

New Car, Caviar, Four-Star Daydream


As a jobless (yet interning) chick who hasn't been able to land jobs due to ex-CEOs from fallen companies taking lesser jobs and everyone scrambling for minimum wage, I'm well-versed in this recession crap.

To those of you who think it's not happening - trust me. Go talk to every business owner out there, big or small, and you'll see it. Happy times for all.

So... screw it.

Screw You Recession is a site made by Virgin Mobile to help everyone out with tips and info, but not in a preachy, 'you're-all-gonna-die-when-the-recession-devil-hits' kinda way. It's fun, it's cute and it made me smile.

How could I not, especially since they posted this video of a 93 year-old lady named Clara who teaches how to cook cheaply during a depression?



Hi Recession Grandma. I'll be over for cheap 'n easy dinner tomorrow at 6. I'll bring the pie crust.

Another helpful post had a link to a site that tells you where gas is cheapest in your area. Took me awhile to find Toronto, but lo and behold - I now have inside sources that tell me how C and I can run our Batmobile cheaper. And I'm seriously thinking about becoming a human lab rat for hire.

One thing is for sure, everyone seems to be getting through this recession by Twittering - even these guys. I'm so not up on these recession trends.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Gang's All Here... Sorta.

A week away from Blogdom, and I come back to it sick as hell.

So nice.

Spent the weekend back in Niagara to visit the folks, the friends, and the freaks.

Went to Mansion House, the same bar I always go to, I tend to miss it more than I miss most things in St. Catharines.

There was a Tool cover band. A really damn good one, surprisingly.

Was great to have a bunch of my friends out - these are the people I used to see at LEAST once a week.

Time passes, but the love?

Oh, it's still there.

Thank you, friends, for the beer.

You still know how to make me emotional.




C got artsy with the camera.

I call this "Palming Chap Stick" because I am un-creative, and he's palming a chap stick.

Don't leave home without it.

This one is "Soles of the Mansion Floor"

I see my boots. Craig's shoes. The third unknown feet bring the mystery to this particular shot.

I have no name for this one.

C took a picture of my hand. And him holding my wrist.

Possible deep meaning, but I can't be sure. That C is a thinker.

We made a business deal.

Or we agreed to be awesome.

Either way, we seem pretty stoked about it.

... ok, my sick self needs to go do non-bloggy things.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Tape-Worm

Earworm - is a term for a portion of a song or other musical material that repeats compulsively within one's mind, known colloquially as "music being stuck in one's head".

I talk about earworms a lot. Oddly enough, I've never blogged about them.

I notice that earworms are often songs that I don't like; this does not make for a happy chick. But there are times when a tune is stuck in my head simply because it's catchy, or even "interesting".

Two songs come to mind that both fall in the uhh... "interesting" category. Coincidentally or not, they both are known to me from different mixed cds that a teammate of C's gave him.

With you, I share some worms for yer ears.



Deerhoof - + 81 (Don't mind the video - I didn't want a live version)

Listen to this a few times, and tell me that you're not singing "Choo choo choo choo, beep beep" while trying to sleep tonight. You're welcome for that.



Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot - Bonnie & Clyde

This one caused me to speak with a french accent for awhile, saying "Bonnie Parker" and "Clyde Barrow" over and over. Yes, I'm quite pleasant to be around. I learned a few words (cuz I listened in French class, dontchaknow) and now it's just stuck.

My earworm list is endless, and most songs are too annoying for me to mention.

What earworms have you got?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Can't Spell "Belated" Without "Elated"

I admit it, I'm a bad person.

On March 4th I neglected to wish bloggerific happy birthdays to some very important people. I said my happy birthdays in other ways, but c'mon... they deserve a post, too.

And so, my apologies.

Happy 7th birthday to Jack!

My first ever "child".

Coolest epileptic dog on the planet. Even his seizures ooze with awesomeness.

Was that a bad thing to say? Ah.. moving on...

You are the first doggy I've ever loved and not been kinda-slightly-really terrified of.

Happy birthday, I love you! Hope you enjoyed C's sock.

And also, happy birthday to my lovely twins. Lots of love to them, too.

This weekend, it's back to Niagara to see the birthday girls, and our families.

When things are at their toughest, sometimes it just helps to go home....

Saturday, March 7, 2009

He Drives A Kooky Green Chrysler, Bad As Anybody's Porsche

It may be pointless to post about my weekend

when it's now the weekend after.

I care not. So willkommen to my memories of last week, friends.

One of C's best friends was in town, so a reunion of sorts ensued.

The lack of seating in our apartment means that outdoor foldy chairs come in handy for the extra butts.

Lap of luxury, folks. Don't be jealous.

You cannot hide from my camera's sneaky lens.

Hmm...

Well, maybe ya can.

Foiled!

At one of our bar stops, Salvador Darling on Queen, the table had this lovely skin under the glass.

Cool or creepy, I've not yet decided. Thoughts?

I tend to post only the very best couple shots. You know... the ones where we both look like we made the kind of faces that our mothers always warned would "stay that way"?

Yep.
A blurry end to the night.

And an evil-eyed goodbye.

Goodbye!
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