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friday favourites 03.08.12

image of the week
hot!!!! dear god it's hot!!! with the mercury threatening to nudge at 40 celsius for the next few days [go ahead and laugh, those of you who are in climates that get this or more regularly- we're wimpy and not used to it! we could die!], my main priority for the weekend is keeping myself and my feline family cool. the swimming pool [also known as our bathtub filled with cool water] is open [thank you, dom] and all the fans are in working order. bring it on, mother nature, you sadistic cow! we've got modern amenities!


ahem. obviously, the heat is already getting to me.

the last week has been one of new-old things for me. for starters, i have a new haircut, thanks to dom. but he'd done it before, so i trusted him and i didn't even fuss when he shook off my advice on how to cut hair, because the last time he cut it, i got so many compliments my swelled head hardly fit through doors. turns out, he has the magic. it may look and feel like he's re-enacting a scene from one of his beloved 80s slasher films, but the end result is pretty remarkable. and yes, i got tons of compliments. next time, i don't care if he cuts my hair with a sword, i'm going to trust that all will be well.

i also have a new hair colour, which is really just a continuation of the process of lightening it, but it's taken me back to a light blonde again and the haircut chopped away the remaining red. i'll be honest: i hated my hair after the last dye job. it felt like i was going to be struck with this middling strawberry blonde forever. but now i'm back to where i started and every day, i've looked in the mirror and thought "damn, i like that hair".

in addition, i've been alone at work all week. when i first started working in offices, i was usually sharing space with sales people who were on the road most of the time. so i got used to having space to myself to listen to music, opt for natural rather than fluorescent light and eat whatever i wanted at my desk.

now, i work in an open concept office, where i'm constantly interacting with people and where i feel self-conscious about all of the things that i used to take for granted. but somehow, through some weird fluke of scheduling, i got left by myself. that would be weird enough, but what's really strange is that i've only been working in this place a couple of months. apparently, some wires got crossed somewhere and the newbie got left alone for two weeks. the first week was kind of terrifying. this week, however, was quite zen-like. this week, i felt like i had everything under control. that may be a false feeling, but it did take me back to those days when it was just me holding down the fort. [i should add that there were lots of people who were still in the office who were more than helpful- it was just my department that was away.]

but aside from hair and work and pool, there were some other things that made me smile this week. here are some of them...

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


i don't want anyone to be surprised when barack obama fakes an assassination attempt. [on a side note, does anyone else think this guy is probably going to try to assassinate barack obama?]

remember how big music labels were fighting so hard to get site hosts like pirate bay fined because they were taking money out of the pockets of artists? you'll never believe where the money from the fines is going.

is mitt romney having an affair with the girlfriend of an obese piece of tennessee trailer trash? no, but don't you think he'd be more interesting if the affair had been real?

now you know what to get me for my birthday, yo.

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


are you mad? it's hot! too hot! stay the hell indoors! but if you insist...

if you're in london... cut through the olympic thicket and get yourself to the first ever performance by cyclobe in their 13 years of existence. that not enough for you? there will also be a performance by the new project of current 93's david tibet and james blackshaw, a meditation on the life and death of jhonn balance of coil. i'm dripping with the venom of jealousy just typing this. info on facebook.

if you're in montreal... and in more of a ska mindset, check out the release party for the fundamentals cd this thursday at le petit campus. seriously, their song "get alright" is a summer anthem and there's no reason you shouldn't be listening to it right now. unless you're deaf. that's a good reason.

if you're in los angeles... get yer ass to the amoeba records sidewalk sale! seriously, people i know who have circled the globe looking for good record stores admit that amoeba's claim to be the best record store in the world just might have some solid grounding. the los angeles location might not have the obscurities of the berkeley or san francisco ones, but in all seriousness, i don't go shopping there without a husky gentlemen who i know can carry many bags of cds and vinyl. because there's only so much i can lift on my own.

musical notes


my sweetie did another video, this time for a track by ait!, otherwise known as tairy ceron, otherwise known as the guy every female obscure music fan gets all squidgy thinking about, which just makes for a luscious combination. is it hot in here? oh, wait, it totally is.



follow-up and shameless self-promotion


first of all, i'm totally humbled by the fact that my post about myself and myself as a writer [it's the previous post, if you're wondering] was the most-read thing on the blog this week. wow. it means a lot to me that people read things even when i'm just yammering about my own problems.

moving on, some of you might remember that the last release by subliminal on galakthorroe featured a snippet of poetry by yours truly as the back cover art. guess what? the next one does too! subliminal's upcoming 7", a 4-track called "under pressure" will feature some of my poetry on the cover. it's official launch date is august 23rd, but it's already sold out at source. what does that mean? it means that distributors have already reserved all the copies, so keep an eye peeled for those distributors you know who normally carry galakthorroe releases. as soon as i have information on who will be carrying it, i'll let you know.

kitteh of the week


i don't post enough photos of little hecubus, at least not on his own. possibly because he almost never stays still long enough to be photographed on his own. but here he is. dom captured him


that's all for this friday! stay cool. or, if you're in australia or anywhere else way down south, stay warm. but above all, stay happy. 

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