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friday favourites 11.05.12

image of the week
well, it finally seems that the household is recovering from our group tummy troubles earlier in the week. and dom didn't even get stabbed, despite his best attempts. all in all, a pretty good week.

of course, the whole president-coming-out-as-in-favour-of-gay-marriage thing was pretty sweet too. followed, of course, by the ugly but telling revelation [from the washington post- not normally a bastion of democratic support] that his presidential opponent engaged in a wee bit of gay-bashing as a student. when i was a student, i once wrote a limerick about a girl who picked on me crapping her pants. the difference is that i'm not going to be elected to lead my country and make it the national anthem. [although it might make the olympics a touch more amusing.]

these struggles continue, but it's nice to see that ray of sunshine burst through the cloud cover once in a while. here are a few other things that brightened my week... sort of.

good news :: stuff i can't make up from around the internet


this is possibly why i never make friends among my coworkers.

in case you're wondering what the dress code is the next time i have a dinner party.

score one, belatedly, for the little guy.

i'll bet you can't even remember what it felt like to be this punk:



goings on :: stuff you can [and should] participate in


if you're in montreal... and you're a fan of ebm/ electro music, there's really only one thing to be doing in the next week, which is attending the kinetik festival. from humble beginnings, this annual gathering of cyber-types has grown into a behemoth, with four days of bands and djs, before and after parties, and a bevy of ornately costumed fans from around the world. if you're planning on attending, do keep an eye out for me, as i'll be filming the event along with dom and a whole team of others. i'll be the unassuming redhead with the camera. even if you're only mildly interested in the music, it's worth visiting for the spectacular fashion display, which verges on a living museum.

of course, if you're a writer in the city, you might want to consider reserving thursday may 17th to come out to the monthly meeting of the canadian writers society. it takes place at the cote-st-luc aquatic centre [accessible by bus for those who, like me, don't drive]. please rsvp to the address on the web page if you plan on attending. [note: i realise that the web page has the meeting date for march, but i promise you, there is a meeting this coming thursday.] i hope to be at this one too, but it's going to depend on the kinetik shooting schedule. all writers, amateur and professional, are welcome.

if you're pretty much anywhere... remember to call your mother on sunday. it's mother's day. unless you're mother has threatened to kill you. then you might not want to connect. but you might want to buy her an original gift.

musical notes


in keeping with the whole electro-theme of this coming week, i thought it only appropriate to share something from that genre. of course, not being a fan of later-period ebm and such [sure to make filming a pleasure for some of the acts], i figure i'd share something from the distant past of the genre. these guys continued way past their best before date, but their early material remains hugely influential in the world of electronic music.



follow-up and shameless self-promotion


since i absolutely have to have it done before mid-week, i'm planning to have episode 3 of more like space radio up by the end of the weekend.

i also hope to have a couple of new looks up for you to enjoy/ giggle at. those have been a little slow in coming since my regular camera died, which has forced me to use "the big camera". it's also forced me to start training a new photographer, since getting shots of myself with aforementioned "big camera" is a little tricky. his training is coming along nicely, so i should be getting back on top of that this week. of course, all of this has led me to a rather shocking revelation about my eyes, which i'll probably share as well.

this week's favourite search term that led people to this blog: "gay warriors".
i'm picturing an alternate version of the 80s hair metal track "dream warriors".

kitteh of the week


this isn't the best shot, but it is a pretty accurate representation of what my weary eyes saw upon waking earlier this week. in case you're wondering, some of the bumps under the comforter are me. occupy mom day, i guess.



thanks again for your patronage and watch this cyberspace for updates!

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