I've never written a drunken post. So I am being Columbus!
Our evening's sponsors:
Big Wangs (on Hollywood at Selma) where sports bar Calgary meets Howood hipster.
Cabernet sauvignon, probably from a box under the bar
The Valet for the minimall parking lot (wherein Big Wangs is located)
Madonna, American Life (for the unruly drive home-singalong)
Hot and Sour soup, Trader Joe's
Chocolate Sugar Free Jello Pudding
and
The Best of Jiminy Glick
(to which I eat my soup and pudding)
A wide world shout-out to Moon Boots (the next feature on Slowly Comes).
Have a pleasant evening. May the universe bless you.
S
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Not the Craic
On Craic:
From the Irish, pronunciation: (crack) n.:a good time, whatever is 'up' e.g. 'What's the craic?' or "how was the craic?" or, "that was good craic".
YES, IT MOST CERTAINLY IS THE CRAIC. GOOD CRAIC:
1) It's All Gone Pete Tong (from the director of FUBAR)
2) The Best of Youth (six hours long. all Italian, all the time)
3) Brianna's French Vinaigrette and Caesar dressings rendering my cruet useless
4) Large artichokes
5) For Real: Okkervil River
6) the Olympian "Joey Cheek"
7) The Blues are Still Blue: Belle and Sebastian
8) dates with parmesan and bacon at AOC
9) Punks in the Beerlight: the Silver Jews
10) The Russian ice skaterman in the pairs, who won, who dropped his partner on her head once, dressed as the Superhero of Air Fresheners.
NO, NO. NOT THE CRAIC AT ALL.
1) The initial and ensuing all-body horror that accompanies one's first medication error, leading to prayers to a God one doesnt believe in, in the staff washroom while sobbing.
Not the craic. Not, not , no no no.
From the Irish, pronunciation: (crack) n.:a good time, whatever is 'up' e.g. 'What's the craic?' or "how was the craic?" or, "that was good craic".
YES, IT MOST CERTAINLY IS THE CRAIC. GOOD CRAIC:
1) It's All Gone Pete Tong (from the director of FUBAR)
2) The Best of Youth (six hours long. all Italian, all the time)
3) Brianna's French Vinaigrette and Caesar dressings rendering my cruet useless
4) Large artichokes
5) For Real: Okkervil River
6) the Olympian "Joey Cheek"
7) The Blues are Still Blue: Belle and Sebastian
8) dates with parmesan and bacon at AOC
9) Punks in the Beerlight: the Silver Jews
10) The Russian ice skaterman in the pairs, who won, who dropped his partner on her head once, dressed as the Superhero of Air Fresheners.
NO, NO. NOT THE CRAIC AT ALL.
1) The initial and ensuing all-body horror that accompanies one's first medication error, leading to prayers to a God one doesnt believe in, in the staff washroom while sobbing.
Not the craic. Not, not , no no no.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Tiger like a Jelly
At my place of work, we have three main elevators that are named after animals: giraffe, peacock, and tiger. My main line is Tiger, and I barely ever use the 'Cock. Near all the elevator entrances are paintings/drawings by children of said animals. This is my favorite. [N.B. - It is entirely possible that I have put up this picture before and forgotten that I did so.]
This painting by a 3 year old perfectly captures how children at this developmental level are unable to pictorally reproduce perspective, yet try nevertheless. I tend towards perkiness when I see this one on my way to nuclear medicine/pharmacy/cafeteria/MRI. Maybe it belongs on cuteoverload. Also, it sort of looks like a rabbit in addition to being both jellyfish and a tiger.
This morning I went to do laundry up by the Gelson's, where the air is clear and I don't have to smell the rotting produce for sale next door at the Armenian grocers like I do at the yellow formica washpalace on Hillhurst.
I was listening to a Ricky Gervais-Stephen Merchant-Karl Pilkington podcast while folding, and there was a woman next to me who made me think she should try being a witch for Halloween because she just has a face made for that kind of thing. I was trying to stifle laughter so as not to make the witch think I was a nutter. If you havent heard it yet, you should try it. But it's a very mean show wherein Karl Pilkington serves as both font and receptacle for all humor therein, so you have been warned. You don't know who he is, and neither did I. Here is his bio.
In sadder news, my narcissus and the other bit of plant life whose name I cannot recall gave up and fell over yesterday. Together.
What is your best approximation of the texture of lobster? I had it for the first time last Friday. Disgusted, it felt like the fish looked in Return of the King, in the gross-out fish eating Gollum scene crossed with firm grapefruit.
This painting by a 3 year old perfectly captures how children at this developmental level are unable to pictorally reproduce perspective, yet try nevertheless. I tend towards perkiness when I see this one on my way to nuclear medicine/pharmacy/cafeteria/MRI. Maybe it belongs on cuteoverload. Also, it sort of looks like a rabbit in addition to being both jellyfish and a tiger.
This morning I went to do laundry up by the Gelson's, where the air is clear and I don't have to smell the rotting produce for sale next door at the Armenian grocers like I do at the yellow formica washpalace on Hillhurst.
I was listening to a Ricky Gervais-Stephen Merchant-Karl Pilkington podcast while folding, and there was a woman next to me who made me think she should try being a witch for Halloween because she just has a face made for that kind of thing. I was trying to stifle laughter so as not to make the witch think I was a nutter. If you havent heard it yet, you should try it. But it's a very mean show wherein Karl Pilkington serves as both font and receptacle for all humor therein, so you have been warned. You don't know who he is, and neither did I. Here is his bio.
In sadder news, my narcissus and the other bit of plant life whose name I cannot recall gave up and fell over yesterday. Together.
What is your best approximation of the texture of lobster? I had it for the first time last Friday. Disgusted, it felt like the fish looked in Return of the King, in the gross-out fish eating Gollum scene crossed with firm grapefruit.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
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