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friday favourites 17.05.13

this is going to be a bit of a free-form friday faves...
image of the week

i'm not sure if the internet is making me stupid or foolishly brave or dangerously curious. this morning, a friend on facebook posted something about naked pictures of toronto mayor rob ford. and although my initial reaction was indeed to pour a bottle of bleach into my computer [probably a good instinct], i still clicked the link [possibly as you just did, despite the fact that i made no attempt whatsoever to disguise what it was or mislead you as to the horrors which awaited]. what in the name of god would make me do that? 

all of this rob ford naked craziness started because dom posted an entertaining animated video on my facebook wall. actually, it started because my friend martin posted a story on facebook yesterday with a headline that said something like "toronto mayor rob ford on crack", which i interpreted to just be an expression, because i constantly refer to people as "on crack" or "high" as a metaphor for ridiculous behaviour, even in situations when i probably shouldn't. [in fact, i did so in a meeting this week, when we were reviewing some sales projections and my reaction was "i think they're high" and then everyone around the table agreed with me, saying that i was right and the the sales couldn't possibly be as high as projected and i was sort of stuck explaining that i hadn't been making a logical point at all, and that i'd meant that the people who submitted them were actually high, except that i didn't literally mean that, only that the projections were way off, which is what people thought i meant, except that i wasn't nearly as smart as they were giving me credit for being.] anyway, you should totally watch the video, which contains an animated version of rob ford that looks better than he does in real life.


and as long as we're on the subject of rob ford and things that made me feel good this week, while investigating the claims that toronto's right-wing, race-baiting, poor-people-hating mayor might have a bit of a casual crack habit [note to self :: do not google "rob ford crack"], i found out that dude is only a few years older than me. 

i am better than rob ford.
i have never felt this good about my appearance. 

or about not being on crack. 

i haven't been posting so much on politics lately, because most of what i see is a. the same and there comes a point where i just can't make it entertaining to read no matter what i do; and b. so depressing that i just can't make it funny, which is generally what i aim to do. if i were to treat what was happening around me seriously, i'd hang myself within a week. 

and i don't really want to hang myself. the ceilings in my home are high and i'd probably fall and injure myself in the effort and that would just be the most embarrassing thing to have to explain to emt's and the police. 

plus i'd feel all guilty that people would be working to save my life, because it would be one of many examples of me offloading shit i should be doing onto others. 

all this to say that i haven't been doing as many political posts lately, but it's really impossible to resist saying something when someone who embodies just about every political and human trait that you despise turns up in with a crack pipe in someone's home video. 

now that i've said that, of course, i do have a little something i want to say about some recent canadian political intrigue [that's really more retarded than intriguing], but that'll be in a post later this week. 

musical notes

i was listening to this earlier. that's my entire thought process, other than to say that this song is now one that i associate with when i first moved back to montreal, when i was doing occasional dj gigs at katacombes as part of "burning monday". i don't recall how often i actually played it [and am evidently too lazy to check the playlists i have archived on this very blog], but i know it was one that i kept wanting to return to. so now it's part of the theme music i'd choose for the biography of my life, which would inexplicably feature scenes of me dj'ing at a club in montreal, even if that doesn't turn out to be a major plot point. 


kitteh of the week

there's really nothing i can say that is going to make this any better than it already is. 


apologies if you already saw this from me on twitter, facebook or instagram. this makes me laugh more than rob ford on crack. 

[does this mean that marion barry will now be remembered as the nicer mayor on crack??]

ok, clearly i've got this whole crack story on the brain, but there is something just deliciously weird about it. or about the idea that there's some kind of elite drug squad who sell crack to toronto's movers and shakers. or the fact that there's some unknown mole carrying around a portable video player looking for a buyer. 

how is that not supposed to be one of my favourite things? 

i hope that you'll all enjoy a nice crack-free weekend and that you'll do me the honour of returning to this blog in the near future. thanks for taking the time to read this!

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