I Would Totally Marry Stephen Colbert

Is That A Tree On Your Skirt, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

Oh. Well, apparently, it IS a tree.

The Eve Gravel La Noyee skirt that I ordered as an exchange for the crazily up-sized Spoken dress arrived today, and La Noyee and I? I feel like we may be in love.

She looks a little like this, but in olive brown, with the tree in a gentle beige:

I Am A Fountain of Knowledge and Truth

"That would make me so happy, I would clap like a seal!"

"The drama! It's like we're an episode of Dynasty. But without the money. And shoulder pads."

"This is the second purple thing I've eaten today."

This is what I sound like at the office. It gets worse when I don't have to put on a professional demeanor.

If You Had A Sheet of Cork, What Would You Do With It?

Earlier this year, the facilities management team at the office created a massive cork board for our department by attaching a sheet of cork right to one of our walls. This was a good half year ago. Ever since, the end bit of that sheet has been sitting in the back room, all rolled up and lonely looking.

Being an artistic opportunist, I finally got sad enough looking at that poor sheet of cork sitting all bored by itself to make sure that the building had no use for it, and brought it home, like a stray dog, with me last week.

I have plans. Art plans. Art plans involving cork. And, wouldn't you know it? Three weeks of vacation coming down the pipe.

My house is about to become a disaster area. I just know it.

Cork dog image lifted from Cork Doll.

Let Them Eat, Erm, Wedding Cake

Gay wedding cake, that is. Though I really am at a loss at how you can make a wedding cake look MORE gay, but...yeah, wedding cakes are pretty much the gayest cakes in existance.

Anyway, Kate forwarded on an email from Canadians for Equal Marriage, and I urge you, if you support the ideal of equal rights, please, take the time to send a message to your MP telling him or her that you do not want the law repealed, and sign the CfEM petition to not reopen debate surrounding equal marriage.

Note: I'm not just posting this because I want my gay friends to throw an excellent party that will fill my belly with excellent food. But that's definitely a part of it. Just not the whole reason.

PS: Check out that cake. GAY!

Stand Up, Fall Down

It's been a sweet forever since my foot fell asleep. A sweet forever, I say! A sweet forever that was broken today.

While sitting at my desk, wearing 2 inch high heels, I somehow managed to sit in a manner that hit that exact spot that cuts off feeling to my right foot. So much so that I didn't even realize that feeling had ceased.

Until I stood up. On 2.5 inch heels. And found my own surprised self then sprawled on the floor behind my desk.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, I proceeded to tell everyone in my office who missed the display about it. And then I came home and composed a blog post about it, with an excellent accompanying graphic. And then I hit publish.

I am an attention hog, I think.

Image from Toothpaste For Dinner.

I Win Things

It's true - I do. It's because I have a wee bit of an embarrasing habit; I enter online contests.

In the past year, I've won the following:

• * Kids in the Hall Season 1 DVD set

• * JLo full size perfume and candle set. It smelled like floral ass, so I chucked it.


• * Full size lipgloss from Maybelline


• * A box from the Happily Handmade Giveaway. Over $200 in hand crafted jewellery, bags, and cosmetics. 2/3 of which were things that I liked. I attempted to hoist the rest off on my co-workers.


• * Balance Necklace made from a Chinese coin by Valentina Design


• * Perfume from The Body Perfumery, one of my favourite scent suppliers, in my favourite scent Amour de Cacao (okay, it's a duplication scent, but smells just like the real thing).
  
• * Full size eyeshadow from Quo Cosmetics.

And my favourite, so far, that just arrived today:

• * IPod Nano (only 1G, and white, but free!) and speaker dock.

The Nano is making me think of all of the things that I can buy for it. For instance, I've been coveting the Nike +IPod Sport Kit, but never purchased because it wouldn't work with my Mini. But now, Nano! And to go with that, I'd pair it with the matching Nike armband, and the Marware Sportsuit Sensor so I could use it with my New Balance shoes, beacuse Nike? Yeah, they don't make shoes that fit my midget feet.

Of course, since it's winter, and I am too much of a delicate flower to actually run in the cold and the snow, those can wait, but I do very much like thinking about them. In the meantime, I will wear my Mini on my arm and workout indoors. And I will think. And think. And eventually buy.

Talking about buying, the lovely Spoken dress arrived at my house as well today. And it's too big. Bah! Since I had ordered the smallest size, back it goes, in exchange for either a skirt or a shirt from a completely different designer. Eve Gravel, I am hoping that your sizing is more realistic!

I Am Not Lindsay Lohan.

I swear to God, I'm not. But I will tell you that this morning, I was rear ended again. Yes, twice in two months.

I'm fine. My car is fine. I'm mad. My car? Still serene.

Here's the lowdown (Lohan-down?): I was stopped at a red light, waiting for a break in traffic to make a right hand turn. While waiting for a spot to open up, the driver in the car behind me apparently didn't realize that there was a car in front of his, and drove into my rear end.

I am starting to think that my car might be crazy magical like Wonder Woman's invisible plane.

Anyway, the driver follows me as I turn into a nearby parking lot. He gets out of his car, apologizes, and then says, "I was looking the same way you were".

Apparently, that's supposed to explain everything.

I made him give me his insurance and contact details, and continued on to work.

Thankfully, there wasn't a scratch on the outside of my baby, and my mechanic didn't find any damage underneath.

So, yeah. Car accident post #2. I wonder, if I was Lohan, would I finally get my ass a driver, our would I continue to insist on driving myself, even though the world is trying to tell me not to.

Oh, Man. David Suzuki Shirt!

Dude! Available via the CBC Shop.

They Move Intersections, Don't They?

The answer to this question is "Yes". And, because it's an entirely possible thing to do, if you have the will and the right equipment, for the past week or so, my drive into work has come to resemble a game of Frogger.

Lanes appearing out of nowhere! And ending without any notice! Cars popping in and out, trying to drive down the road!

I feel like the city should be giving me stunt pay.

Sometimes, while attempting to cross that newly moved intersection, I wonder about just how pissed of the gas station and strip mall that used to be located at the corner of the old intersection must be. And if they're being compensated for having to give up prime real estate positions.

And then I shake my fist at the latest person to cut me off, and drive on.

Everybody Needs a TV Boyfriend

And I've finally settled on mine for the Fall 2006 TV season.

Heroes is an excellent show. Sendhil Ramamurthy speaks with an excellent faux-English accent, and, well, looks like he does.

Who really needs anything more?

Coveting, Sometimes, Takes Control

I ordered the dress.

I can't wait for it to arrive.

That is all.

Sometimes, It's A Little Thing That Reminds You About Beauty

Today, it is both the colour and the sleeves on this dress.

Spanish Rapunzel Dress by Spoken, available at Mudshark.

I Gots Me A Big Bag Full Of Pills. Also, Bespoke

So a big bag, full of pills, is currently sitting in the middle of my bed. Not because I am a drug dealer. And not because I have me a nasty habit. I've got a big old bag of pills because I am (a) forgetful, (b) lazy, (c) and cheap, even if I'm spending other peoples' money.

Yesterday, I had the always uncomfortable yearly physical, and grabbed my 13 month repeat prescription for Marvelon, an excellent low-dose birth control pill. And I trekked on over my pharmacy, where I asked for the complete prescription all at once.

I figure the following:

• Even though I have an excellent drug plan through my place of employment, I hate the thought of anyone paying unnecessary dispensing fees. That was the cheap.
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• If I have my complete prescription for the period (ha!) between one annual examination and the next, I won't have to remember to drop off the script and pick up a new package every month, and I won't have to get my ass in gear to remember to not forget. That was the forgetful and lazy part.

So, yeah, bag full of birth control. PAR-TAY.

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Bespoke THIS!

I have a new favourite word. And, as it is when you have a new favourite anything, I keep seeing it used by other people. I figure it's because I keep reading fancy-pants UK based fashion blogs, but the term bespoke just hits me as lovely and fun to say.

If I had a bargazillion dollars, I would have scads of clothing that were bespoke in nature. I think I would enjoy sitting for measurements, and attending fittings to try on things to make sure my unique and particular pattern is exactly how it should be. And I know I would love wearing handmade items made to fit only me.

Because I am selfish that way.

What I like even more, I think, is the extension of the word into non-clothing business areas. Bastardization of the term, yes, but still...bespoke chocolate? Don't mind if I do. Bespoke linens? I would very much like to sleep underneath you.

I love new words. Especially unexpectedly lovely ones. And so I share this one with you. Enjoy.

Wake Up, You Filthy Monkey

Most of the time, the best bits of major Hollywood studio animated films are the bit players. While most people have fallen for the penguins in Madagascar, for me, Mason and Phil, the chimpanzees, make this movie worth watching.

Why?

Check it:

Mason, to Phil: I hear Tom Wolfe's speaking at Lincoln Centre.
[Phil signs frantically]
Mason: Well, of course we're going to fling poo at him!

Putting A Price On Your Time

I have. I do. Today, my time was worth $15.

Say what you will about Government run programs and their relationship with efficiency, Passport Canada's network of Canada Post Receiving Agents is a stroke of genius.

I would gladly pay $15 and wait five extra business days to receive my wee book 'o travel then spend hours in line amoungst the surly masses. Because if someone is going to be surly, it should only be me, and I should be alone to revel in it.

I Need A Passport To Do What Now?

Get into the United States, starting in January, it seems.

But only when arriving by plane. Land travel is apparently different. Which makes no sense at all, but whatever on them.

My corporate holiday celebrating slacker self took part of this morning to get my ass photos taken for said passport.

You will never see them.

The thing with having a passport is this: all of a sudden, random, crazy trips to places like Bermuda and the UK and Australia start to seem like a much easier thing to do.

And that's bad. Indeed, it is.

Gorilla Cookies!

I will confess to loving really down and out horrible reality television shows. Loving. Them. Which is why I whooted like a goon when I found out that MuchMoreMusic had finally gotten around to putting MTV's Flavor of Love 2 on the air.




Yes, the show is over and done with, and I know who he chose. Yes, Flav has announced that he's having his 7th child with a woman who didn't appear on the show. But, the thing is, the drama? The craziness? Somethin' shitting on the stairs while everyone was in the foyer? IT'S STILL BRILLIANTLY AWFUL TV.

And I won't miss an episode.

Also, Flav quoting Sanford and Son in a People interview? Best. Thing. Ever.

How Not to Build a Community, and Meme This!

I recently joined a community hosted by a start-up online, blog-style publishing company, paid, in part, by ad revenues, and now, I suspect, per-article on the subjects that they write about.

Last night, following making a comment on one of the articles, I received an email from the site stating that I was in opposition to their terms of use. My crime? Including a link to this blog in my signature, as it "solicits other websites" and is "unauthorized advertising".

Seriously? Yes, seriously.

They continued on in their desist message by stating they've up and erased my signature at the account level, and that they would let me continue to post on their site as long as I didn't post links to other places.

I responded that I found their terms and conditions to be completely unacceptable and directed them to delete my account completely.

It makes me wonder - what is next for them? Deleting comment posts that disagree with the original article?

Having been a member of various online communities for over a decade, it becomes amazingly obvious when marketers who have never had an experience within the type of community they're trying to cash in on decide to start something up. And it chaps my ass. And makes me shake my head at their complete lack of forethought regarding creating and maintaining a sustainable community.


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150 Things I Might Have Done

Really, much less then 150. Wanna play along? Copy this to your blog and bold the things you've done.

Idea stolen from RevisionSpiral.

1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink

2. Swam with wild dolphins

3. Climbed a mountain

4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive

5. Been inside the Great Pyramid

6. Held a tarantula

7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone

8. Said "I love you" and meant it

9. Hugged a tree

10. Bungee jumped

11. Visited Paris

12. Watched a lightning storm at sea - from the shore

13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise

14. Seen the Northern Lights

15. Gone to a huge sports game

16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa

17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables

18. Touched an iceberg

19. Slept under the stars

20. Changed a baby's diaper

21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon

22. Watched a meteor shower

23. Gotten drunk on champagne

24. Given more than you can afford to charity

25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope

26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment

27. Had a food fight

28. Bet on a winning horse

29. Asked out a stranger

30. Had a snowball fight

31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can

32. Held a lamb

33. Seen a total eclipse

34. Ridden a roller coaster

35. Hit a home run

36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking

37. Adopted an accent for an entire day

38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment

39. Had two hard drives for your computer

40. Visited all 50 states

41. Taken care of someone who was drunk

42. Had amazing friends

43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country

44. Watched wild whales

45. Stolen a sign

46. Backpacked in Europe

47. Taken a road-trip

48. Gone rock climbing

49. Midnight walk on the beach

50. Gone sky diving

51. Visited Ireland

52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love

53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them

54. Visited Japan

55. Milked a cow

56. Alphabetized your CDs

57. Pretended to be a superhero

58. Sung karaoke

59. Lounged around in bed all day

60. Played touch football

61. Gone scuba diving

62. Kissed in the rain

63. Played in the mud

64. Played in the rain

65. Gone to a drive-in theater

66. Visited the Great Wall of China

67. Started a business

68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken

69. Toured ancient sites

70. Taken a martial arts class

71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight

72. Gotten married

73. Been in a movie

74. Crashed a party

75. Gotten divorced

76. Gone without food for 5 days

77. Made cookies from scratch

78. Won first prize in a costume contest

79. Ridden a gondola in Venice

80. Gotten a tattoo

81. Rafted the Snake River

82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"

83. Got flowers for no reason

84. Performed on stage

85. Been to Las Vegas

86. Recorded music

87. Eaten shark

88. Kissed on the first date

89. Gone to Thailand

90. Bought a house

91. Been in a combat zone

92. Buried one/both of your parents

93. Been on a cruise ship

94. Spoken more than one language fluently well enough to have a decent conversation

95. Performed in Rocky Horror

96. Raised children

97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour

99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country

100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over

101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge

102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking

103. Had plastic surgery

104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived

105. Wrote articles for a large publication

106. Lost over 100 pounds

107. Held someone while they were having a flashback

108. Piloted an airplane

109. Touched a stingray

110. Broken someone's heart

111. Helped an animal give birth

112. Won money on a T.V. game show

113. Broken a bone

114. Gone on an African photo safari

115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears

116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol

117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild

118. Ridden a horse

119. Had major surgery

120. Had a snake as a pet

121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon

122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours

123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states

124. Visited all 7 continents

125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days

126. Eaten kangaroo meat

127. Eaten sushi

128. Had your picture in the newspaper

129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about

130. Gone back to school

131. Parasailed

132. Touched a cockroach

133. Eaten fried green tomatoes

134. Read The Iliad

135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read

136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating

137. Skipped all your school reunions

138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language

139. Been elected to public office

140. Written your own computer language

141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream

142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care

143. Built your own PC from parts

144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you

145. Had a booth at a street fair

146. Dyed your hair

147. Been a DJ

148. Shaved your head

149. Caused a car accident

150. Saved someone’s life

There Is A Fire In My Belly. Cause By Ire.

This week I have heard the following terms used on internationally broadcast news shows:

• Co-ed
• Mixed company

Who knew we still lived in a world where women are (a) an oddity at institutes of higher learning, or (b) are so delicate of mental and emotional constitution that certain things can't be mentioned in front of them?

Seriously, which one of you knew? Because, with information like that, you really should share. Because I'm now questioning every life decision I ever made?

Oh, wait, no...what I'm questioning is if I'll ever watch the idiots who used such terms ever again.

I'll let you in on a secret: the answer is no.

Food Photography is an Amazing Art

It's one thing to make a beautiful, edible dish. It's another thing completely to capture that beauty on film.

Here are a couple of my favourite images that I've stumbled across in the past couple of weeks.

Vosages Wink of the Rabbit Caramel

Opera Cake from Dessert First

25 Piece Blue & Brown Collection from MarieBelle New York

Unleashing the Inner 12-Year-Old Boy

They poop candy. I mean, c'mon!




Also, talking about Christmas: confidential to the family, I know two of you are taking off on Friday. That gives you two days to let me know what you want!

An Open Letter to Britney Spears

Dear Britney,

We should've known something was up when you appeared on Letterman last night, looking put together and in control. It's been years since we've seen you like that. Years.

But, you know, if you really wanted kids, you didn't need to actually marry that loser. But, better late then never.

Why do I care? Because your divorce pretty much guarantees that Federline will fade back into the obscurity that he came from. And I thank you for that. But I still don't forgive you for throwing him into the spotlight to begin with.

I Love Toast

Not bread, toast. Does that make me crazy? Because, seriously, there is nothing in the world better then a lovely, toasted piece of bread. The smell is so comforting, so enveloping, the scent of everything being right in the world.


The untoasted stuff? Yeah, don't even think of trying to sit down next to me, trying to get fresh in your freshness, limp bread-stuffs. Because I'll pop you one in the eye. If you had an eye.

My latest grainy love comes from Toronto's ACE Bakery. I have pledged my love to both their Organic Sliced Flax bread and their Organic Sliced Multigrain. ACE delivers daily to local grocery stores, so you know that every loaf, or baguette, or bun that you bring home had been baked that morning.

ACE has also finally given me a reason to covet (yes, sometimes you do need a reason to covet) this toaster from Hamilton-Beach's Eclectrics line:

Is it wrong that I think about accessorizing my foodstuffs?

Even if it is, I don't want to be right.

Bravo, I Love You

Bravo TV from the US of A, I mean. Bravo! Canada? Yeah, not so much.

But anyway, I must tell you, Bravo, if you were a boy, I would date you. Let's talk about why:

• * TV shows like Project Runway and Top Chef
• * Awesome interactive elements on your website, like PR's Tim Gunn's Blogs and Podcasts, and Top Chef's blogs and step-by-step recipes from the episodes, as well as video examples of selected recipes
• * Encouraging Andy Cohen, Bravo's Vice President of Production and Programming, to blog about whatever the fuck he wants to talk about

You give me so much. So make like Pinocchio, become a real boy, and take me out to dinner.

So You Know I'm Watching You, Right?

Seriously, for those that know me personally, you know I'm a geek, and you have to know that I have metric software incorporated into this blog.

Some of the search terms that lead people here are pretty awesome. "Naked Monkey Toilet" is my current favourite.

But if you connect to the Interwebs from a city that I used to work in, and arrive at my blog by using both my first and last name in a Google search, and then don't say anything? You freak me out.

That is all.

PS: New Colour For Blog Because WINTER

She is a-coming.

The end.

Art Crush, Revisited

Crushes come and go, and I've moved on, and on again, to a new love. Credit to red.house for the introduction. I feel like this is a CYO dance, and a friend of a friend brought their 2nd cousin with them, and now we're slow dancing to a glam metal power ballad.

Anyway, I give to you the papercut work of Peter Callesen.

If I Was A Chef, And If I Worked With Meat

I would totally plate my dishes like this:



Because I am an asshole and like to shout things like, "THOSE DEAD CRABS ARE TOTALLY DOING IT ON THAT PLATE!"

Dia de los Muertos

I haven't enjoyed Halloween for years. I'm not a fan of drinking until pukefaced while adorned in an ackward costume. I'm also not a fan of the "sexy" occupation costumes that most women these days seem to think are the be all and end of celebrating the holiday. Unless it's a sexy garbage collector. Because that? That is hot.

That being said, I think the Mexico's Day of the Dead is a completely different animal that I would very much enjoy. And I do hope that my own big brother, who is in Mexico on business this week, will take the time to head out into the streets to experience it for himself.

And that he'll take pictures.

And that he'll bring me back a skeletal present.

Because it's all about me.

MEMEME.

Day of the Dead Horseman Mosiac by Martin Cheek

Hell Has Frozen Over. Something Made Me Like Posh Spice.

Ms. Beckham being interviewed by two wee lads. No longer robot! Who knew she was capable of more then pouting and pointing?

Video from YouTube.

Is That A Nail In Your Tire, Or Are You...

Oh, right. It is a nail.

This morning, I came out of a meeting to see my phone's voicemail light flashing, accusingly, at me. When I finally got around to listening to the message - I am convinced that people only leave messages when they have something bad to tell me - I was left with the task of figuring out how to deal with the fact that my car, who had left my garage with four lovely and inflated tires, had somehow become crippled and was now listing to one side.

Lorne (my boss), and Fabian, Stefan and John, (in charge of all things facility related at my office) (insert "How many people does it take to change a tire?" joke here) (and "How many parenthetical asides does this sentence need?" joke here), helped me take off it's floppy, deflated shoe, and put on the donut that I had in my truck.

The tire? Had a big old nail stuck in it.

The donut? Yeah, it was flat too.

Lorne and I piled, with tire, into his car to get it all a-patched up. Which took 2.5 hours. By the time I shanghaied Fabian and John to take me back to pick it up and slap it back onto my car, it was time to run home and deflate myself. But not before stopping to pick up hilarious, and possibly horrible tasting, Halloween themed cookies to give the boys tomorrow morning as thanks for their above the call of duty help.

I don't know how many times I can say this, but the people I work with are #1 Awesome.

The end.

Missing: One Sweet Tooth

For the past few years, I've pretty much revamped my mode o' eating, cutting out the masses of prepaired and highly processed foods that I used to live on (aside: I really believe that the chemical preservatives that I used to down with abandon have severely slowed down my own aging process. Really). In return, my palate has become more sensitive, and it allows me to actually taste the food that I eat. And until you make a major eating-style change like that, you really can't understand what that's like, but trust me, when I say taste, I really mean taste. Flavours explode. And sometimes overwhelm. Which brings me to last week.

I used to adore super-sweet things, and milk chocolate was my favourite type of snack. I avoided dark chocolate assiduously, as I found it far to bitter to enjoy.

These days, I adore dark chocolate and can't stand it's milky sister because all I can taste when I bite into it is sugar and milk fats, and nothing of the cocoa bean at all.

I bring this up because last week I gots me some Nutella, remembering how I loved to eat it directly from a spoon, and on top of things like ice cream. I loaded up a spoon, turned it over and, in turn, loaded up my taste buds. And pretty much gagged. Sugar - check. Milk - check. Fake vanilla - check. Where was the cocoa? Where were the hazelnuts? Overpowered by everything else, they were! And it made me sad. And it made me start to plot, and consider just what I would need to make my own, less sweet, less fake version of the spread. And then I pondered that since I already make an organic dark chocolate cinnamon peanut butter, how easy a cobbling a Nutella-like spread together would be.

Kitchen experiment ahead!

Trading Off the Good for the So Bad It's Good

I have a deal with myself. Every time I purchase a CD from a major label, I have to buy a CD from an indie band as well, to mitigate the evil. Looking at it in a different light, every time I buy an indie band's CD, I give myself the chance to buy a major label album as well. But that's also to mitigate the evil. Because rock'n'roll? It's the devil's music. Because of the ass-shaking, you see.

That being said, I was in BestBuy (yes, I know, evil) today, purchasing headphones so I can watch work-related video clips on my computer without driving people in my area of the office crazy (the good). I stopped by the CD section and picked up the following:


The Lemonheads - s/t: The latest Lemonheads record. Oh, Evan. Also, Become the Enemy (listen to it via their MySpace page) is currently my most special favourite song that I've heard this year.




Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton - Knives Don't Have Your Back: I will confess that I haven't gotten around to listening to this one yet, but I adore Haine's stuff with Metric, so I can't think of a reason that I won't love her solo stuff. I will say that the packaging on this baby? Beautiful, beautiful.



Justin Timberlake - Futuresex / Lovesounds: When he shouted he was bringing sexy back, he meant it. Not as fun as his first solo disc, Justified. I feel like he really wanted to name it Music to Make Babies To, and that he really wants to be Barry White for the kids who only know Barry White as the guy on the Whacking Day (whacking!) episodes of the Simpsons. I also feel that if this record had a scent, it would be musk.



Beyonce - B-Day: Much more even and consistant then Dangerously in Love, but lacks the crazy excellence of songs like "Crazy in Love".


That is all.

Flavour of...Flavour

I love notecards. There's nothing more excellent then a wee little card, blank inside, with a great graphic on the outside.

In fact, a few friends and I are currently involved in a notecard swap, and when I gets me my loot, I'll be posting a photo essay to show you my take.

That being said, I recently came across Flavour Design, a BC-based design company that, in addition to kitchen and furniture pieces, has a line of crazy-cute notecards.

Look! It's a monkey!



Design*Sponge has also instilled in my furiously beating heart a complete adoration for Paper Stories' Bittersweet Collection. Because, really, who hasn't wanted to tell someone, with style and panache...

"Suck It" image stolen from the lovely Grace at Design*Sponge.

Little Fat Man With A Pug Nose Face

Pug, pug! Pug, pug!

Courtesy of Amblus, via You Tube, lovely David Bowie on Ricky Gervais' Extras.

A Scottish Shopping Trip, Anyone?

When the weather turns cold, I start to think of accessories for my excellent coat. I start to think of hats and gloves. Most of all, I start to think of scarves.

Today, I'm thinking of this saucy felted lass:

Image ripped from AkarDesign.com. Purchase it there, too, North American kids.

Lovely, no? She's the child of Sarah Campbell, the brain and hands behind Mogwaii Designs, located on the Isle of Lismore. Along with her scarves, bags and hats, she also has a line of housewares that are also making me a-drool. A shopping trip to Scotland would make for a verra cosy winter, I reckon.

Who's coming with?

And In Project Runway Related News...

Radar reports:

Project Runway Spinoff Gets Green Light

The "American Idol but with fill-in-the-blank" formula has been pretty well exploited—models! chefs! indie filmmakers!—but Bravo seems convinced there's life in it yet.

The NBC-owned cable network is following up its Project Runway success with a new reality series that will pit aspiring interior designers against each other in an elimination-style contest. The show, Top Design, will begin airing in January, with Todd Oldham, who has designed home furnishings lines for La-Z-Boy and Target, playing the Heidi Klum role, and Elle Décor editor in chief Margaret Russell standing in for Elle's Nina Garcia. With taping already underway, Russell will be spending the majority of her time in L.A. for the next six weeks, according to a show insider. (Good thing she just hired a new executive editor, Traditional Home's Mitchell Owens.)

While it seems natural to pair Elle's sister title with a Project Runway spinoff, it wasn't a foregone conclusion, notes the insider. In fact, Metropolian Home—which shares both a parent company (Hachette Filipacchi) and a floor (the 41st) with Elle Décor, was also considered, as was Conde Nast's Domino. Winning the bake-off is no small feat: Hachette sources say Project Runway, which is Bravo's top-rated program, is thought to be the prime driver behind Elle's recent newsstand spike. But Met Home editor Donna Warner gets the consolation prize: a one-time stint as a guest judge.

Oh, oh, I am already hoping that we get Top Design up here. Adoration all around for Oldham from me.

Friends Shouldn't Live So Far Away

Because it makes me sad.

It makes me happy when they come and visit, and when I go visit them, but when leave must be taken, it fills my little head with melancholy. Even though it means I have people to spend time with in excellent places like Vancouver and Chicago and New York...Oh, I need to get over myself.

Confidential link to Kate: Thomas Haas.

Spendy, Spendy!

Well, dreamy-spendy, that is.

Do you ever think about what you'd do if someone gave you a gift card to an upscale store like Holt Renfrew, or Saks Fifth Avenue? I do. Because I am graspy, and because I like to think about stuff that I'd like to make mine.

If I came into possession of such a thing, I would either put it towards purchasing another Mackage coat - this time of car coat length. In particular, this beauty, which I've visited in person, but without the stupid hood that isn't actually attacked to the coat.




Or, I would invest it in a classic, crazy expensive bag. Like this little lady from Furla:



Or this bad boy from Cole Haan:



What one item would you purchase? And it can't be practical! Okay, it can, because coat and bag? Practical. But it must be designer-y and make you drool.

I Gots Nothing. NOTHING.

Seriously, nothing. I need to work on that, obviously.

Okay, I lied. I became impatient and bought a dress, itself deeply discounted, online from Stylefly.ca. It's by a line called Saint Grace.



It looks like this, but is in a plum-y-currant colour. I may wear it Wednesday, if the rain disappears by then.

No Dress For You!

Instead, new rotors for my car's front brakes. How exciting!

Well, no dress for me for a few weeks, at least, until I can find time to make it to a city (read: Toronto) with real stores that don't exist in malls.

That is all.

There's No Use Fighting It

Part the First

Every year I hope that the summer will last forever. That I'll never have to turn over my thermostat control from AC to Heater. That the snow? She will stay away. And every year, I am denied.

This year, I've come to accept the change in season. My air conditioner is already wrapped up in it's winter coat, the furnace has been clicking on for the past two weeks, and today, I moved my outdoor furniture from my balcony to my storage locker.

I feel grown up.

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Part the Second
























I have gone from reviling dresses to loving them. And this time, I'm not just talking about those of the cocktail persuasion. I'm talking about a wholesale love for the dress.

I want to wear dresses during the day. At work. Which, generally, is a non-cocktail type of place. I want dresses like the one you see to the left. Generra, Ella Moss, Rachel Pally, Geren Ford, I want you all to come to my house and make me pretty things to wear.

And if I was a rich girl, I would also be wanting the dress on the right. Oh, Crazy Uncle Karl, how you make me covet.

Do you like how I just throw out designer names like I've made a study of fashion? I try, kids. Being a poseur is not easy.

That being said, after my car's appointment at the shop, I may try to head on over to Holt's to see if I can find one not too outrageously expense frock to add to my wardrobe. We shall see.

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Part the Third

I love the Showcase comedy Rent-a-Goalie.

I hate hockey.

I don't know how to reconcile these two facts.


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Part the Last

For the past few days, my parents, especially my dad, have been doing a wonderful job standing by the sons of his brother as they try to deal with a mountain of shit that he has shovel atop of them.

Although you know that other people's families don't usually work the same way that yours does, its always a little shocking when you're actually confronted with the fact.

It makes you step back and think about your own situation.

And if you're lucky, like me, it makes you thankful.

Oh, look, it's Thanksgiving Day as well. Who knew?

Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo

Hey kids, just to let you know that I'm taking a few days away from the blog. Will be returning, at the latest, next week.

The end.