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friday favourites :: 04.11.11

i have to say that aside from a headache/ vertigo at the moment, it's been a fairly enjoyable week. the weather's been unseasonably warm, i've had plenty to do and much of it has been enjoyable. of course, it sort of figures that since this week included halloween, the day of the dead and the caustic lounge that it was going to be a happy time for me, but since i've already talked about those things, here's some of the other stuff that i enjoyed...

brutal knitting :: there is little in this world that is truly unique, but tracy widdess' whimsical, fantastical custom designs are unlike anything else. if i had human children, they'd each have her hats to wear to school and frighten the bejeezus out of their classmates. when i have the money, i am absolutely buying a hat and a tea cosy. and outfits for the cats. and for dom. and i'm going to ask if she'd consider making a blanket, possibly themed around john carpenter's "the thing", so i could feel like time spent watching television in the living room was actually a process of morphing into a superior being.

the gop :: this nomination contest is the gift that just keeps on giving if you're someone like me. herman cain was accused of sexual harassment and the complainant was paid off? rick perry gave a speech where he seemed a little "tired and emotional" as the press like to say? mitt romney is trying to explain his opposing positions on access to abortion by saying that he worded his answers differently? [note :: i don't want that man anywhere near a position where he can affect legislation on sexual assault if he believes saying "no" and saying "yes" can sometimes be the same thing, worded differently. just saying.] i do hope that herman cain's ads are put in a modern art museum somewhere when this is all over. seriously, there's no danger any of these guys is actually going to get elected, is there? is there?


OH THERE'S MORE AND THERE'S A CAT PIC JUST FOR YOU!



coffin joe :: this is another one i have to thank dom for. he described it as something like a brazilian george romero doing "the cabinet of doctor caligari". which is actually about the best description i could think of. equal parts high camp and expressionist art, "at midnight, i'll take your soul" is another one of those rare things that really has no equal. i think next halloween, i'd like for the two of us to go out as zé and the weird gypsy lady. and the cats could be our army of souls...



baby needs a new pair of shoes! :: actually, this baby probably never needs a new pair of shoes again in her life, but that's no reason not to indulge. now that fall is in full swing chez fluevog, it's easy get swept up in the magic. i was captivated by these little booties, but figured i should go with the black. dom insisted that i should try my luck with the striped pattern, which kind of resembles vintage designer fabric. turns out, that was definitely the way to go. i haven't worn them once when i haven't been deluged with compliments, often from strangers.

i figured i'd leave you this week with an image of hecubus, because if there's anyone who knows the value of being happy, it's him. i've rarely seen any person or animal that has such a radiantly positive world view. basically, anything he encounters, he either likes or dismisses. and most things he can work into the former category. sunny weather? great, that means a warm sunbeam to sleep in and birds to watch. rainy weather? watch the raindrops and try to chase them off the window. cold weather? burrow under a blanket with brothers, sister, parents, whoever you can find. that's pretty indicative of his worldview and, as naive as it might seem to some, it seems to serve him pretty well. i mean, doesn't he look happy?



have a great week and thank you for reading.

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Biba said…
There's nothing prettier than a happy cat's face :)

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jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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