Wanna beat Dweezil and Zezozoze?
It’s horrifying, but it’s actually happening:
Parents are branding their children.
I know I said that I wanted to name my first-born child Extopalopaketl, but I was joking.
My knitting blog is now located at the Needle Exchange!
Two days until The Day of Voting!
October 2nd, everyone! Get ready to vote!
All the info’s at Elections Ontario. There is a dashing man on the splash page who looks like Elvis, only Asian. Ah, I return to the page to double-check the image, and I see they have varied portraits loaded on some sort of rotational basis, in the hopes that all will identify with the varied portaits, and likely also in the hopes that they will avoid appearing gender/ race/ age/ blah biased.
Back to the topic at hand:
I have semi-faith in the democratic system (the least shitty political system ever invented!), so I encourage all to vote.
Agiasnt Enrie Eevs.
Who said that? Me? What? Of course I did not type that you should vote against Ernie Eves. Why would I do something like that? I wrote Agiasnt Enrie Eevs, there is a big difference. Geez.
Party on, Frank.
Rosalind Chao (Soon Lee on M*A*S*H) is celebrating her birthday today. She is very cool, but is definitely getting a pretty raw deal, because the other person with whom she’s sharing a birthday is Larry Linville. He died on April 10th three years ago from pneumonia due to complications from a cancer operation. He did a marvelous job on the M*A*S*H series, drawing sympathy and affection for an otherwise despicable character and making the whole thing look effortless. He will be missed.
I’ve been around a lot of pain this week, trying to make sure everyone is dealing capably with a death which is significantly closer to the Queen’s community. There’s nothing really I can say except I’m here for you, I’ve said it before but I want to stress it again; if you want to talk, go ahead. If it’s 5 o’clock in the morning, don’t worry, as this blog proves I’m usually up then anyway. It’s hard, I know, eventually it’ll get easier. Just remember that you can always come to me and we’ll eat ice cream and watch Sixteen Candles and forget it, or we’ll talk and cry and do whatever needs to be done to make you feel better.
Timerunner
Dear Future Self,
Hey, how’s it goin’? Bet you totally forgot about this email, eh? Yeah, this is pretty weird. Or maybe not, I’m not sure what I’d consider weird by the time I become you. Should I start some kind of conversation, or will this just be a terrible monologue? I guess it’ll have to be, unless people somehow discover how to send emails back in time, and in that case, why the hell haven’t you emailed me, you bastard? Warned me about shit. Right, messing up the timeline. I gotcha. How “Back to the Future” of you.
WHAAAT?!
How the shit is this the 47th best album cover of all time?
Take a look at this list:
Cristina Aguilera: Stripped // Dixie Chicks: Home // KoRn: Issues // 2Pac: All Eyez On Me // *NSYNC: No Strings Attached // KISS: Hotter Than Hell (of all albums!)
Sweet Jesus. I am hereby banning VH1 from The Swamp for putting those on the list. Out of 50, the only ones which deserved to appear were:
Rage Against The Machine: Rage Against The Machine // The Velvet Underground & Nico: Andy Warhol // The Sex Pistols: Never Mind the Bollocks // Jane’s Addiction: Nothing’s Shocking // Beck: Odelay // Supertramp: Breakfast In America // The Ramones: The Ramones // Green Day: Dookie
Let’s continue being bitter and list what they missed: The Pixies: Bossa Nova // Blind Faith: Blind Faith // Sublime: 40 oz of Freedom // The Beatles: Yesterday and Today // Pink Floyd: Atom Heart Mother or Ummagumma // Santana: Abraxas // Janis Joplin: Cheap Thrills // // King Crimson: In The Court of the Crimson King // The Who Sell Out // The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Bold as Love // Jethro Tull: Aqualung // Yes: Relayer or Yes (either version) or anything else Roger Dean ever produced, ever // Radiohead: OK Computer
And Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, only #4? I’m sorry, Nevermind had a good cover, it pretty much represents everything my teen years ever were to me, but Who’s Next and Sticky Fingers do not compare to the minimalist spendour that was the cover of DSOTM. There is NO WAY. No way at all. Storm Thorgerson could kick Andy Warhol’s cadaverous ass any day of the week.
Rant over. For now.
Golden Reviews: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Published here.
Recently, a guy friend of mine told me the only male he’d ever consider sleeping with was Johnny Depp. Sure, it might be because he’s kind of androgynous- looking at times — “Ed Wood” proved the guy has killer gams, and looks good in angora to boot — but I like to think that it’s mostly for the same reason I’d sleep with “Once Upon a Time in Mexico” if it was physically possible to make love to a movie (and not in that spooge-on-the-videotape kind of way, neither). It’s explosive, it’s sexy, it’s damn cool. It brought me to tears of amazement and amusement. This movie is cartoon violence at its finest, and there’s nary an Itchy, nor a Scratchy in sight.