time for a tour through etsy!
Kind of digging this print, the colours remind me of dkim’s Hello, Stranger, that I have hanging on my bedroom wall:
music tree
have we ever discussed the paper dolls from Wool and Water? Well we should.
at night/wool and water
and, for the record, i still think Jellibat’s stuffed Selkie is the most hilarious thing in the known universe:
jellibat/selkie
there have been movies watched. Sherlock Holmes, Daybreakers, Sunshine Cleaning. Sherlock as you know, was just fine and Daybreakers amused me to no end (even though Smaff had to talk me down from the plot holes) because the rules for judging vampire movies are different. Sunshine Cleaning was lovely.
Then we watched Youth In Revolt, which was some magic 180 degrees away from the trailers.
I saw Pontypool (Canadian Zombie movies FTW!) and Push and Fathers & Sons (Hello, Brian Kinney, your movie lacked awesome but I still want to give you kisses), and Knowing, which was kind of fabulous.
I wanted to see Legion but the reviews were even worse than predicted, so did not.
of course, living in the fine land of Canuckistania, there is none of this “snowcopalypse” nonsense, but I thought today, anyway, was a good day for a) doing the untsuck b) random photos of New Zealand from a few years ago.
wanderin' thru taupo, hey! ferns!
waitangi treaty house
waitangi, take 2
it's 'huka' falls, not 'hooker' falls. Fo' Shizzle.
I have greyhound snuggles and Guatemala Finca La Viña coffee from Phil & Sebastian, and cold, omg the butterscotch goes ZOOM! and tastes exactly like burnt caramel and HELLO summertime iced coffee perfection.
I say YUM.
I am playing hermit this weekend. I have one of Those jobs, that takes every single ounce of my energy every second of every day (well, 9 hours of it, daily, anyway) and sometimes, man. Not moving is like, the awesome.
also? I L.O.V.E this tiny kitchen:
domino via desire to inspire
I think it’s the painting. Oddly enough I had that circular storage Thang going on when I lived in the psychiatric hospital/old school (I can’t remember what it was, now) building, rented from a landlord who called me a Prostitute (I know), and later became condos, one of which was under 400 sq feet and was up for sale for just around 300K. Good Gravy.
I’m just hoping they upgraded the wiring. Cuz yeeps.
although I still don’t get the whole droolin’ over the Eames chair/eames lookalikes. I just don’t.
casta's feet
pea's feet
you can tell when the posting stops that my world is being overwhelmed by the Items we do not blog about. Namely, the office.
I spent an evening considering sending a resume into Transcend Coffee in EDTN just because they were looking for future coffee genii (I am no coffee genii, but i would like to be one, If I lived in VANC, I would go to cupping events and take classes and learn proper espresso madness, indeed I would.) Transcend is opening another location in the Garneau Theatre, a place I spent many, many hours in during my wild tumultuous queer as folk yout, curled up on the sofa in the back with my boys. Or in the projector room with Darcy, boyfriend of Roger, a fellow I met in the radio program at NAIT. It sounds untoward, but it wasn’t. Well, sometimes it bordered with my boys (and my girl PP) but in a strangely innocent kind of way.
Even though I’ve been listening to YES for a week, I can’t get Domino Dancing out of my head. Strange, the way the brain works.
I do have a general playlist that I’m building for my treadmill adventures. I’ve discovered, not accidentally, that it’s far easier for me to keep treading if I can sing along to the iPhone at the top of my lungs. Here’s the story, so far:
what my playlist has taught me, is that I secretly want to open a Gay Nightclub in 1984. Which, honestly, doesn’t sound all bad. All I need is a flux capacitor and decent wardrobe. Finally, all those late nights at The Roost will come in handy.
I also could NOT for the life of me remember the names of the Thompson Twins, I knew Alana Currie and Joe, at least I thought it was Joe and maybe a Tom.
I have to tell you, I haven’t listened to the Thomson Twins in about 8 years and yet!? Yeahp Alana, Tom and Joe.
Fo’ Shizzle. One day all this 80’s trivia in my brain will be replaced with important things. I promise.
So there’s other catch-up, like the god-awful banana bread I made with not-enough bananas and not-enough liquid to manage wholewheat flour. The First-World problem of Car Purchasing when half my brain wants to find a 2005 Scion XB and be some kind of nerd hipster zooming around in a wee little box except impossible to find in this province, or, the mighty Cube that sucks all the savings and monies but comes with important things like Shiny! and also warranty.
There’s a lemon yellow Scion out in the world that is ripe for a test drive, and that’s going to be the deciding factor. I also need to sign up for driving lessons in the hopes it will assist with insurance purchasing. Then there can be travels to the near-north for Lopey and Kingsley visiting (man, I need a nickname for Kingsley. Nothing’s coming into my head. I am sure this will change when I see her).
I have to buy tickets to KINETIK (Done!). Everytime I think maybe I don’t want to travel halfway across Canada to go to a concert by myself I remember: Covenant! Rotersand! Lights of Euphoria!
and then I realize that there are far worse things to go to by ones lonesome. Hopefully Sister will be able to come, at least for 2 days. We shall see.
I was tempted to buy 2 nights of tickets, but the night before only interests Hocico and Terrorfakt. And I’m not even that interested in Terrorfakt, so.
One day it is. The others will be for art toys and yves laroche gallery in old Montreal and macarons. NOM NOM NOM.
there’s this, roasted two days ago and delivered into tiny white cups by indie boys in argyle sweaters sporting chickadee tattoos:
phil & sebastian go YUM
I played Fetch with the greyhound (My hallway would be much more suitable for fetch if I was playing with a MinPin, but we do okay, me and the racing doggie), almost cleaned the kitchen, moved some laundry and drank espressos.
and that’s the party.
where boys dressed like this on a regular basis, I would set myself up as a street urchin just so I could sit on the corner and watch them all go by.
Click the boys for more fashiony goodness, brought to you by our friends at Haute Macabre.
but, sometimes a wayback playback as beautiful as this, just kind of needs to be shared.
Behind the click, due to aforementioned NSFW-ness, involving well toned boy bottoms and songs that just might make you get a little misty.
the other day at the office one of the girls said to me, about how people feel about babies, “You just don’t know that amount of love is inside you”, and I was all offended and like I HAVE LOVE! SHUT IT!
Now, I’ve heard that before from moms and dads, and let’s not be ridiculous here, people, I have *no* maternal instinct, I’d rather hang out with puppies than babies, but now that there are babies in the world made of the same stuff as me, I’m like “you come near my girls and I will CUT YOU”, for serious. I have lost my mind over these babies:
kingsley + penelope
There’s also something big sister/little sister about this photo, and although I don’t ever think of myself as a big sister and my sister as my little sister, it’s still there, somehow, underneath and this picture makes me think about that, too. It’s innocent and protective and good gravy it’s all heart-tuggin’.
I haven’t met them yet, since sister+brother-in-law are only available for 1 hour every 4 hours and I’d rather go when things are slightly stabalized, which will be soon, perhaps when the new lunchwagon schedule is released.
But seriously, that girlie at the office was correct. I love these wee baby girls like motherfreakin’ what. Although I’m not overly pleased by the general consensus that chubby pants on the right is the one that looks most like me 
Although, let’s not kid around. I am some pretty serious hotstuff. 
Merowr.
so i december i bought the full box set of QaF. Because I want full time access to my Brian and Justin. I already have S1+2, but they’re kind of expensive and buying the box set is actually cheaper than buying the seasons indvidually – even cheaper than just buying 3, 4, 5.
Except, I got a bum set that stops/stutters/doesn’t play in the dvd player. I know it’s old (it’s my ps2), so i tested the discs in my macbook and the problems are better, but still there (it recovers faster from the stutter).
It took me a while to play the discs, so I couldn’t, according to the ebay seller’s terms, return the discs because the return window was 7 days (you can’t ship something next door in canada in 7 days).
I can, however, get replacements. Except now they want to send me individual cd’s. So I am going through EVERY EPISODE of FIVE seasons to see if any parts skip/stutter or have damaged areas.
So far (and this was NIB), Season 1, Season 3 are complete washes and 1 disc from Season 2 plays okay.
Really? This is how we do this!? And this is a company I bought them from. OMG ANNOYING LIKE WHAT.
a. purpose.
really. Because I said so.
I thought this would be interesting, so here it goes:
This is the end of Chapter 2, that might end up in Chapter 1 because there’s no real need to have tiny little 2 thousand word chapters. So. Here. I wrote this:
“…Ellis jumps and the window
in the window, some shape that is man and not man. Plague masks and the black-silver glint of Crow and everything starts to itch. Every scar, every mark. The offset cog embedded in her forearm
turns
and the hare’s mouth opens to teeth.
It is warning, a rabid drip of spit and crimson and Ellis blinks as the Contingency officer takes one careful step into the foodStore , hand raised in beckon
and call.
Ellis turns her head and the rework’s eyes shift from black to brass, copper and his whiskers twitch and she realizes even before the Contingency officer steps over the threshold, and even before metal glints and a gear turns and a hind leg thumps against the dingy grey tile in warning
that here, as in Ferrule, caught is the same as captured…”
Yeah, the sentence breaks are actually like that because I like to pretend I’m writing “House of Leaves” (that I actually have not read more than 7 pages of, yet. It’s in the TBR pile o’ doom.
The Challenge, my dear friends, is that Ellis is on the floor of the foodStore, the police are a’comin’, there’s a randomly dead boy and a clockwork hare.
And, in the FINE tradition of Alice in Wonderland, my beloved scamp of a girl, Ellis, needs to either follow the hare (if we’re being literal) or just somehow Go Down The Rabbithole, and for the love of muffins, she won’t do it. So.
I can’t remove “Rabid drip of spit and crimson” because I’m totally all about drips of spit and crimson. (Better question: who isn’t?!) But I need something to happen. I tried writing it with one of the Crow/Contingency Officers (police) speaking, but that didn’t work – I don’t want them to actually make it fully inside and frankly? Ellis is smarter than to just hang out while the cops come on in.
So what, transition? Does it suck, is that the ending and I need something prior to “..same as captured” (I thought I did, and tried it and it didn’t work. So go freakin’ figure.
so then I came up with this, which is a start (I have no skills writing ACTION. I am a Tea Party writer, so it’s kind of apropos that I am doing this Alice thing, eh?)
“…It is warning, a rabid drip of spit and crimson and Ellis blinks as the Contingency officer takes one careful step into the foodStore , hand raised in beckon
and call
but the hare -
prey knows predator and alarms are not always the yellow of Seek, not always the screeching end of metal to metal or sirens on ragged rocks so very far from shore.
Alarms are sometimes this, repeated…”
which is okay, and frankly I’m all about making it better (I have been stuck on this for eight? months. Fo’ shizzle) later, I’d just like to get it down, badly, in a way I like before I move on. Like. Badly. Yeah, I get that I’m an oxymoron.
Anyhoodles. Let’s try this again, shall we?
“..It is warning, a rabid drip of spit and crimson and Ellis blinks as the Contingency officer takes one careful step into the foodStore , hand raised in beckon
and call
but the hare -
prey knows predator and alarms are not always the yellow of Seek, not always the screeching end of metal to metal or sirens on ragged rocks so very far from shore.
Alarms are sometimes this, repeated.
Urgent staccato and Ellis freezes as the rework’s eyes shift from black to brass, copper and his whiskers twitch and she realizes even before the Contingency officer steps over the threshold and even before metal glints and a gear turns and a hind leg again thumps against the dingy grey tile in warning
that the cog in her arm has shifted a second time and skin bulges, raised, the letterpress of the daily news, taped to trees and seeping black in the rains, and now
is now and she reaches back, hand around her bag as the hare bounds into the dark and Ellis stumbles up, trips to rising and her hand flies back and the bag
is airbourne, straps all tangle-wrapped around her wrist and she
and gravity works and the ceiling is a flash of water-stained familiar, tenement waste and her left foot leaves the ground and she tumbles…”
notice how that got a lot longer? Better, but she’s still not into that mysterious black spot of o, hello Wonderland. So, we must try again.
so I think we’re here, now:
“…but gravity works and the ceiling is a flash of water-stained familiar, tenement waste and as her left foot leaves the ground she tumbles
in a flash of rework brass and Seek, the slam of head to floor and fireworks just before
it all
bleeds
to black…”
Which I don’t actually like, really. So It might be impossible for me to go forward, as the last half-year+ has shown. Or maybe Ellis doesn’t go underground at all? Or maybe I take out the Alice thing, and just make the whole thing topside?
Good gravy I’m going to make some tea. Or go to sleep. Or something.
Montreal, 2009
