29 November 2013

things to do when you're more or less stuck at home which are also better than trying to brave crowds at black friday sales

watching the news, dom and i were shocked to here a newscaster utter the words "black friday isn't over!" mostly, we were shocked because this was last night, also known as thursday, so it seemed sort of strange that friday not being over would be newsworthy. i mean, not to get all technical and stuff, but it could be pointed out that friday hadn't even started. but maybe that's one of those differences that gets confused because of the measuring systems. does friday start at the same time in metric?

personally, i celebrated the arrival of the most dreaded shopping day in the entire universe by having a nap and spending the rest of the night suffering from insomnia. during that time, i managed to think of lots of things that i could do that would be more enjoyable than sliding into my fat pants and making my way to a big box retailer. [if i'd kept up my list of things that i'd prefer to do, "time" would have been on the list as well.]

1. open a document on your computer and type the words "just write". do what it says.

2. try to make a list [works best with someone else] of the most overrated bands in history. or the ugliest bands in history. or the most underrated movies. or the best live shows. or the worst.

3. put all the music in your collection onto your computer. make yourself listen to all the stuff you haven't heard in a year or more. [bonus points for finding things you no longer even remember.]

4. find an interesting looking hash tag and follow it to its pot of internet gold. i went with #walmartfights

5. combine various fruits, veggies and juices in your house in a blender. enjoy your smoothie. [note :: think about what the end product will taste like before just throwing everything in there. no one wants a yukon gold and gooseberry smoothie.]

6. see how many branches you can add to your family tree. start with what you know on your own then try asking relatives and/ or googling.

7. watch something that involves a lot of work and physical exertion on television. my choice was champions and europa league football [aka soccer]. marvel at the fitness this activity demands. as you marvel, allow yourself to drift off to sleep for however long you want.

8. keep a notebook or understanding individual nearby and record your dreams. it's my completely un-scientific assessment that as your mind relaxes, it starts getting weirder with the dreams. think of it like someone who's always been rushing to and from work and is suddenly told they can just go for a walk. all of a sudden, they're finding tons of things there that they'd always missed. letting yourself rest whenever you feel like it is like telling your brain it can go for a nice, long, leisurely stroll. just don't be surprised if it wanders into some dodgy neighbourhoods.

9. see how many cats you can get to climb up and rest on top of you. sneeze or cough to reset to zero, then see if you can beat your record. i have it on authority that this also works with dogs. ferrets, rats, rabbits, etc.- no data available.

10. read whatever you can. if you feel like doing some heavy reading when you're under the weather, that's great. i struggle with that, so i tend to divide my reading between the delectably frivolous [in style] and the more thought-provoking but short enough for my addled brain to digest [salon, mother jones, huffington post, slate, etc.]. for more fun, come up with a counter debate for everything you read. for political writing, that's almost too easy, so try to come up with one that you could actually make sound convincing. if you're reading a fashion magazine, come up with reasons why something else entirely would be more aesthetically pleasing. if you're reading tess of the d'urbervilles, come up with a theory as to why tess is a whiny twat who deserves everything bad that happens to her.

11. hide a few important objects around the house. take a nap, watch a movie, call a friend or family member and/ or have a couple of drinks. find the objects.

12. take your prescription medicine at different times of the day to see if the effects are any different. [note :: don't do this if you've been prescribed antibiotics or anything else that requires a specific dosing schedule to be effective. the object is to survive and get better.]

13. think of five exotic locations you'd like to visit, then spend some serious time looking up crime statistics for those locations.

14. post something mildly amusing on your blog about things you could be doing/ might be doing already/ have done to keep yourself entertained. alternately, start a blog.

26 November 2013

making faces :: making the best [faces] of a bad situation

as i mentioned in an earlier post, a medical procedure has had me somewhat restricted lately and while
i'm improving, i'm far from back to my usual self. several days at home have been restful, but they've also resulted in a sort of cabin fever that has been frustrating to say the least.

although i've mostly been laying around home slightly fuzzy on painkillers and wearing dom's shirts with leggings, i've taken the few opportunities i've had to go outside in order to play around with different looks. this isn't because i feel i need to- no one is going to judge me for a face that's au naturel- but because it helps give me something to kill some extra time.

so here are a couple of faces that boredom created:

#1 :: kate the hat

i have a real fondness for hats and i'm glad to see that more and more stores are carrying them in a wider variety. they can be tricky when you're going somewhere like work, since hat-head is a real scourge, but they are the bomb when you haven't been able to or can't be bothered doing something with unruly hair. i was limited to sponge baths for several days and dry shampoo does not make hair easy to style, which meant that i did not want to appear in public under any circumstances with my hair visible.

CHECK 'EM OUT AFTER THE BREAK...

24 November 2013

formal complaints

as you may have heard, the band arcade fire has ruffled a few feathers- or a few t-shirts and jeans, at least- by asking fans to turn up to their shows in "formal attire". their description of formal attire is fairly broad; it was defined in the band's own tweets as "suit, dress or fancy something". they've even invited people to appear in full costume if that's their thing. sharp criticism on social media was immediate and profuse and while the band's leader said that he wasn't sorry for making people dress up, their twitter account later did clarify that while they had said it was mandatory, it wasn't "super mandatory". so you might not want to drop your hard-earned cash on that ball gown after all.

i'll say from the outset that i'm not a fan of arcade fire. i've always referred to them as godspeed you! black emperor for dummies, meaning a group that has taken the indie/ arty roots of an underground phenomena, boiled it and packaged it for a pop music audience. it's not so much that i dislike the band or their music- i find both unexciting- but it does bother me when highly derivative artists are lauded as groundbreaking. that said, such bands can occasionally serve to broaden the horizons of their fans, so i can't say that their influence is entirely baleful.

my knee-jerk reaction to hearing this request was the same as a lot of people's: it sounds like pretentious twaddle. why should fans have to make a point of getting all dressed up to go to a show they're paying for? they could go see any other band and not have any demands made of them. the band has said that they feel like the show would be more fun if everyone got in on the atmosphere, but more fun for whom? for people sweating in the front rows because they were forced to wear a shirt and jacket? to the women shuffling their weight from one side to the other because they felt compelled to wear heels? or the person who gets cheap beer sprayed on costly silk that just happened to be their only top not made of jersey fabric?

after i thought about it a few minutes, though, another thing occurred to me: what's so bad about dressing up? when did it become a form of punishment to make yourself special? yes, it's true that bands don't usually ask fans to turn out all fancy-like for every one of their shows, but most people aren't going to every show on a tour- they're only going to one. so why not treat it with a sense of occasion? after all, you get dressed up for things like a prom, or for a wedding reception that you're probably going to enjoy a lot less than a show you're going to. people used to get dressed up to see any musical performance, for the exact reason that it was considered something exciting, something singular and they wanted to give it sartorial salute.

personally, i like getting "dressed up". that's not to say i walk around in hoop skirts and sequins [most days], but that if i'm going somewhere, i like to present the best me i can for the situation. the fact is that there are lots of times that i've thought about what to wear to a particular show and those decisions were not guided solely by what would be practical. i don't think i'm alone in that. why is it such a big deal in this case?

in fact, i think i've tripped across the answer to my questions by posing the questions themselves: people are annoyed, they want to go to shows in their jeans and t-shirts, they don't want to "bother" getting dressed up and they don't really want to think about their attire because these shows aren't special. they aren't occasions. i don't mind getting dressed up, because i'm still excited by the music i listen to and i'm excited to go out to a show. [moment of honesty: i'm not the most casual person anyway, so it might not even show that i've gone through some effort to select an outfit. it'll have to be our little secret.]

arcade fire are trying to create artificially an atmosphere that doesn't exist organically at their shows- the spirit of a carnival or an old-time festival. there are shows where you'll get that. old-school goth/ death rock shows are a phenomenal example. not everyone will turn out dressed to the nines, but chances are that you're going to get a good portion of the crowd who spent some time matching their accessories and boots, even if it was on a nearly unconscious level. black metal shows are similar.

the difference is that shows that draw those audiences are taking place at much smaller venues and festivals. no one is going to sell out the air canada centre with that kind of thing, because it just doesn't have the broad appeal. people who are attending shows in stadiums don't want to go through the trouble of getting dressed up because such a show isn't an occasion. it's just one on a list of shows that they're likely to see in the same place. yes, each show will be unique in certain ways, but chances are that they'll see the band only from a great distance, that there will be little interaction between artist and audience [no matter what anyone is wearing] and even if there is, it won't be noticeable to 90% of the people assembled there. it'll be a good enough time, but chances are it won't be very memorable. so why bother going through the hassle of finding something special to wear?

i don't think that that's the reason most people have front of mind when they're thinking about what bothers them about the request. i'm sure that the line of logic stops at "i'm paying for this, why should i have to wear something i don't want to?" but really, the more important question is "why wouldn't you want to?" and therein lies the problem.

arcade fire aren't making enemies because they want people to dress up. they're making enemies because they're trying to make their shows into something they really aren't: a magical, exciting and truly special experience. in a series of faceless arenas. if that's what they want, it's going to take more than a change of clothes.

22 November 2013

making faces :: fall in action, part 2

after sharing a number of looks with neutral eyes and vampy lips, i did promise that i was going to try to post something a little more in line with the colours of fall foliage and the rich autumnal tones that seem more warm and inviting.

i touched on these before when i featured

eyes inspired by autumn foliage
favourite fall blushes
warm and spicy reds and plums for the season

the relative darkness when i get up in the mornings and complete darkness when i get home at night makes it difficult for me to snap quick pictures of any look, which is why there haven't been as many of them lately. this week, however, i had to take time off to get minor surgery and yesterday i felt like i needed something to lift my spirits a bit, so i tried dressing up my face a little. [just because it's minor surgery doesn't mean it can't cause some major pain and inconvenience.] i had a little bit of an allergic reaction to a serum i tried [because my day was going so well otherwise], which you can see on the left side of my face, but other than that, i think this look works pretty well.

i'm not sure that such rich, warm colours are best-suited to my skin tone, but they do a nice job of perking up my looks the day after i've been in hospital.

interestingly, i managed to combine all of the shadows i featured in the post linked above. that might seem excessive, but when you're trying to mimic the colours of the fall, you want to make sure that you get a variety of colours in there. so

ellis faas eye light "303" is on the centre of the lid. i patted a couple of layers on to make sure that i got the full metallic golden bronze effect. in an arc around it, i swept mac "one to watch" an earthy orange brown. on the outer part of the brow bone, i blended le metier de beaute "fire lily", a sparkly cranberry and in the outer v, i pressed some of the mahogany shade from nars "blade runner". i put urban decay "invasion" 24/7 liner along my upper and lower water lines and on the lower lash line, i patted the forest green shade from "blade runner". in the centre of the lower lash line, however, i put just a small dot of "e303" for a little added dazzle. along the brow bone and on the inner corner of the eye, i used mac "shroom", a well-named frosty beige that is the colour of white mushrooms. the mascara is from marc jacobs.

because there are a lot of shades and a lot of blending involved, i wouldn't recommend this look for mornings when you're in a hurry, but if you want to spend some time playing around, either for a big event or just to practice techniques, why not?

i used three of the cheek shades that i mentioned in my original post, although two of them aren't actually blushes. the only blush colour used is mac "fever", which has more than enough colour going for it. i highlighted along my cheekbones and above my brows with hourglass "luminous light" and dusted "dim light" over my forehead, nose and chin. underneath all that, i have marcelle bb cream as a primer under urban decay naked foundation, shade 1.0 and dior's firming concealer [which isn't firming, although it's a decent enough concealer].

the lips are urban decay's "manic" from their phenomenal new line of 'revolution' lipsticks. it's a warmer red plum shade that is definitely muted enough for every day, but which still has enough colour to hold its own. in fact, one of the things that i like about this look is that every part of it is strong, without being overwhelming.






so you see? i'm not just into one look for the fall season [even if the neutral eye/ dark lip thing is very easy to do].

and now, if you'll excuse me, i need more inspiration, also known as pain meds.

19 November 2013

making faces :: game changers

i'm not sure when i became skeptical, but i will say that i have never once believed the claims of any
beauty product. that's not an exaggeration. for years, my selection of products was determined by two things: 

do i like this colour?
does this smell nice?

that was really it. i did fundamentally understand that more expensive stuff generally had higher quality ingredients, because that was something that i could see reflected in other ways: food works like that. clothing works like that [up to a certain point]. so as my budget increased, i would try out more expensive things to see if they were worth investment and i'd be pleasantly surprised when they turned out to produce good results. 

part of my credulity came because i knew about the facts of skin and aging. there are some things that are effective, but the main thing you have to accept is that the changes you can expect are not going to be massive. [and actually, you can make a far greater difference through changing diet and sleep patterns than with anything topical, but that's a discussion for another time.] 

another part came from the fact that a lot of the products i tried when i was younger had big caveats associated with them. yes, you could have lipstick that lasted for hours, as long as you didn't mind the fact that it sucked all the moisture out of your lips. you could keep the impact of freshly applied liner if you could draw a perfectly straight line with a brush as sturdy as thread and were ok with the fact that it had a tendency to peel away in rubbery strands.

there have certainly been some advances in the technology. there have been advances in our understanding of how the skin reacts to certain elements. nonetheless, it is still pretty rare to find a variation of a long-standing product that represents something truly new. 

so imagine my surprise that this year i've found two

the first is long overdue for a review, since it actually came out last spring. i didn't get around to trying yves st. laurent's glossy stains for a long time, since i was always hamstrung for what colour to select, but in the last several months i've amassed three of them. i'd read enough from experienced bloggers that my expectations were high and i was impressed that even swatching them in store left me stained for hours, but i still worried that they'd leave my lips feeling parched, or that they'd bleed and migrate all around my lips or that... well, i had concerns. 

the first shade i ended up buying was totally predictable. i got "violet edition", which is the darkest shade, a vampy purple with a lot of red in it. as soon as i tried it, i realised that this was something special. it immediately affixed itself to my lips with a first coat and grew luscious and glossy with a second. the colour lasted for hours. it survived drinks. it mostly survived a meal. it reapplied nicely without needing to have its remnants scraped from my face with a chisel. left alone, it barely needed touch-ups, even to maintain its shine. this truly is a gloss that has the long-lasting power of a lipstick, except that it's better than a lot of lipsticks. 

violet edition
violet edition
like a gloss, it keeps the lips moist and like a gloss. the texture is just barely tacky, not sticky and it's lightweight enough that you don't really notice it on. it smells a bit of red wine, which i know some people have found objectionable. personally, i was just so thrilled that it didn't have the sickly fig or rancid watermelon scent that i've encountered in other ysl lip products that i hardly noticed. the scent fades fast enough anyway, you won't be bothered by it for long. 

i even have to say that the packaging- always the thing about ysl products that drives me nuts- is even a little better. it's still plastic and still has the gold paint on the cap, but it isn't as dominant or as prone to scuffs as other products in the line. it's not marvellous, but it's a step in the right direction. 

16 November 2013

the style fyle

it's funny that despite my love of all things sartorial, i don't talk about clothing that much on this blog. i talk freely about makeup, which i love as well and the fact is that i more frequently get comments [occasionally compliments] about what i wear on my body than what i wear on my face. more often than not, people describe what i wear as "distinctive", which i take to mean that they find it interesting, but also a little bit further out than they would feel comfortable venturing. i'm ok with that. i actually feel awkward dressed in most everyday clothing unless i do something to "energize" it.

i have been sharing little snippets of outfits on my instagram account and i thought i'd post some here, to let you get to know me from the neck down. here's a little primer...

I'M GETTING CHANGED, I'LL MEET YOU AFTER THE BREAK...

14 November 2013

the bowels of st. mary's

i had an appointment at st. mary's hospital recently, which involved having to descend into a floor below the basement and make my way through a maze that looked like something out of lars von trier's "the kingdom". i really couldn't resist the urge to snap and filter a few images from my underground adventure. they do capture the atmosphere of the place remarkably well, i think. i only wish i'd thought to grab an audio recording of the strange sounds that echoed through the labyrinth...




it's always fascinating what lurks beneath, no?

13 November 2013

the dream of walking

well i did say that i was going to try to get some writing done this week and i have, although not much.
i should have a little more time available to me in the not-too-distant november future. i did write this little fragment, which, while it reads like a recollection of a dream, is actually a recollection of something that really happened, or at least an apocryphal recollection of something that i used to do fairly regularly.

with all of the news about toronto mayor rob ford, his tribulations and his unwavering fans dubbed "ford nation", i was reminded of my experiences in the neighbourhood of etobicoke. it's considered his home base, but it's also an area where i used to work. much of etobicoke is quite well-to-do, but the area where i worked was a little strange. it had once been a suburb sitting on the city's western shoulder and it still bears those hallmarks: streets of postwar bungalows adjacent low-lying industrial properties, once state of the art, but now decidedly shabby.

as the city's population ballooned and suburban dwellers sought out more, larger, newer houses, this area of etobicoke was abandoned in favour of "better" neighbourhoods to the north and west, so there is forever an almost inexpressible gloom, like a heavy sigh, that hangs over the place. i could also never shake the feeling that there was something both resentful and sinister lurking there.

ironically, i've just written more about this piece than is contained in the piece, but here is my meandering recollection of lunch hours spent meandering through the neighbourhood around where i worked.

*

I’m still there, wandering those streets and trying simultaneously to find my way out of the heart of these postwar huts, thrown up to appease the masses of returning men, eager to claim the homesteads they’d fought for and the future that was theirs. I am weaving through them, then the residences of the country in action, now the refuge of the second and third generations of families left dazed when progress’s wave crashed over their heads and moved beyond them. They lean against the oldest of industrial patches, once a convenient geographical handshake- the engine of wealth and its workers, marching forward side by side. Now the only engines left are those broken or sputtering, a stink of seedy desperation hanging everywhere about them. And those houses once happy hide sheathed knives in their shadows.

I am walking over the paths, worn down by the stamp of increasingly heavy steps, past the dampened playground voices at schools that have failed and fallen and been forgotten out here in the hole in the city.  Strange plants point me everywhere but out and I spin in circles for an answer. Grey faces glance up from vigils on their squared lawns and see through me, a bird wing on their radar, crossing the screen and gone until another one, identical, flaps through and another after that. I awaken only their hostility to the wild which greys fast enough on my passing.

I want to see something new, or something reborn, something that whispers encouragement to my existence, but the sameness is suffocating and I feel my mind grow weak. This space hides its borders from me. I am lost.

12 November 2013

11 November 2013

mental health mondays :: social disease

i can well remember the first time i heard about social anxiety disorder [aka social phobia]. my mother was commenting on a story she'd heard on the news about the condition. when she repeated the words "social anxiety disorder" she gave a derisive kind of snort and added "you mean shy. now being shy is a psychological condition." and therein lies the problem of social anxiety disorder: how do you differentiate between stigmatizing people who are just naturally more reticent in front of others and helping people whose reticence prevents them from living a "normal", fulfilling life?


most mental health web sites will tell you that social anxiety is "more than just shyness", but that doesn't really help a whole lot. how do you identify when your shyness has become problematic? scarier still, how do you identify it in a child? i add that second part, although i'm normally nervous writing about childhood mental disorders, because there is evidence to suggest that social anxiety is one of the earliest-onset anxiety disorders and can be a warning sign of conditions like depression later on in adolescence or adulthood. in fact, later onset of social anxiety disorder is comparatively rare. by the time we reach adulthood, our psychological skin seems to have thickened to the point where the outside world can't rattle us so much. unfortunately, once it's set in, social anxiety can start wreaking long-term havoc.

09 November 2013

"friday" favourites 09.11.13

image of the week
i was planning on doing this last night [and last week], but i've found myself increasingly exhausted at the end of the week as time has crept on and the stupid time change means that it gets dark at around lunch time. yes, it means that i'm no longer fumbling around trying to apply mascara in the pitch black, or raising the ire of dom and my fur babies by turning on the overhead light and ruining everything in the world for all of them, but it's undeniably depressing. and when i feel depressed i get listless. and when i get listless, i write less. which sucks, because it is, of course, NANOWRIMO, which is not in fact an arm of the military industrial complex, but national novel writing month. and by national, they mean international.

i've been meaning to participate in this every year for ages, but i've never remembered. in fact, i only remembered on the 5th this year, which would have cut my chances short when you look at exactly how many hours it would take to write a minimum of 50,000 words in the course of a month. i have still been hoping to get some writing [aside from the blog] done this month, just so i can say i sort of somehow participated, but the listlessness has killed that too. it's very difficult to just come home at between six and seven, make dinner and then sit down for a hearty few hours of writing. my brain can't change gears that quickly. my brain is like a gremlin. [incidentally, the first car i remember my parents having when i was a child. seriously.]

so all of that lack of list and subsequent depression makes it that much more important to think about the really great stuff...

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

toronto mayor rob ford or springfield mayor joe quimby? [no word on how doug ford's kids pronounce "chowder"]

the head of the american family association would like to remind you of the true meaning of diwali: inviting demons into the white house.

he also wants you to know that maine is currently experiencing the wrath of god, which you haven't heard about because it's happening in maine.

former bush [the younger] advisor david frum would like you to know that every right-winger in canada is just so sorry, blah, blah, blah...

the love song of j. alfred prufrock in graphic novel form [and many more!]

musical notes

new cut hands! new cut hands! new cut hands!



something i learned this week

i am just way too happy about the whole rob ford scandal thing. this says nothing good about my character.

goal for the week

to get some writing done? seriously, i haven't been able to focus enough or separate myself from the demands of my life enough to do this, but no one's going to do it for me, right? there is no chance that i'm getting a novel written in the next twenty-one days, but the short story has always been my preferred form anyway. at this point, i'd settle for some micro-fiction inspiration...

follow-up and shameless self-promotion

well i skipped over the wonder that is halloween, but, yes, i did get myself gussied up for a party last weekend. this year, i went as a doll. i wore my cutest, most ruffled get-up and did my makeup like so:

yeah, the brows are a little unsettling
i feel guilty about how deceptively simple this was, but hey, i had to act quickly.

kitteh of the week

how about two kitteh?




this is basically my view when i wake up every morning, or any time i lie down. my knees are occupied territory. 

thanks very much for reading and good luck in the coming week!

07 November 2013

city howl

i've been meaning to write this post for days, but the rob ford train wreck wouldn't slow down long
enough for me to get the words out. in fact, i'm still not certain i can type this without missing a few updates, but it's basically all i've been able to talk about for the last week, so it kinda seems like i should be posting. after all, this is the repository for all the junk that's built up in my brain. [in case you thought there was some larger point to this, no there isn't. i just wanted a place to rant on the internet.]

so let's review:

six months ago, two journalists from the toronto star and one from gawker.com said that they were approached about buying a video of toronto mayor rob ford smoking crack. stills from said video were made public and the journalists sounded pretty convinced that they were dealing with a legitimate thing- legitimate enough that gawker went to press with the rumour of the video's existence.

gawker actually raised the seller's $200k price to buy the video, but the buyer had disappeared before their "crackstarter" campaign came to an end. [kudos to gawker for being up front about the fact that they couldn't find the seller before the fundraising was over and for deciding to donate the funds to charity.]

the canadian media went understandably batshit, but the involvement of gawker boosted the visibility of the story and all of a sudden the american media, plus a little comedy host by the name of jon stewart, started paying attention.

the mayor waited an inordinate amount of time [a week] before making a statement. he said in his typically pugnacious style that he was not a crack user or a crack addict and that he could not comment on the video, because the video didn't exist.

the grumblings never stopped and then it turned out that one of the guys in the much-publicized video still had turned up just a little bit dead in a gang-type shooting. but things did get quieter.

fast-forward to last week, on halloween. suddenly, there's toronto's chief of police, looking more than a little shaken, saying that they'd arrested ford's friend and sometime driver on drug-related charges and charges of extortion and that they had a video that was "consistent with what has been shown in the media". the chief's efforts to be extremely cautious in his language were at once painful and painfully comical. i think i watched his press conference about ten times and i felt for the guy, who was obviously aware that he was looking down the barrel of a media shitstorm with very limited information.

i spent most of the night glued to my television, praying that the police would relent and cough up the video. but in the end, they went right back to whatever it is they'd been doing and what we were left with was... aftermath.

ford angrily denied that the video could exist, his allies challenged the police to produce the video [pllllleeeeeaassssssse], the political force known as "ford nation" closed ranks and the standoff was on.

the next week, the mayor's older brother- a reputed high school hash dealer himself- took to the airwaves in toronto calling for the police chief's resignation over the fact that he'd said the video and/ or the situation was a disappointment. apparently doug ford felt those remarks were political and inappropriate. personally, i just found them inaccurate, since most people i know have very far from disappointed in the whole spectacle. but most of us don't have to live there.

later the same day, rob made a bizarre appearance in front of the gaggle of reporters who were living basically twenty-four hours a day at the doors of his offices and offhandedly admitted that yes, he "probably" had smoked crack "probably" in "one of my drunken stupors". cue the whirring sound of heads spinning and the scent of burning wires as millions took to twitter [myself included] to immortalise #inadrunkenstupor as the most magnificent get out of jail free card in living memory. [did i mention that this happened on guy fawkes day? it's like the international day for the saint of bad role models, apparently.]

THERE'S SO MUCH MORE...

04 November 2013

mental health mondays :: check up from the neck up!

it's been a while since i posted a quiz to find your crazy here, so i figured that this was as good a time as any to call your attention to the "check up from the neck up", created by the mood disorders association of ontario. it's similar to many on line quizzes, however i do like the fact that it goes into a bit more detail than the basic ones in an attempt to unpack how crazy you are at this very moment versus how crazy you might have been in your youth. from my results, it seems fairly reliable, although, as always, an online quiz does not a diagnosis make.

bonus feature :: it has instructions on how to delete results permanently from your browser, in case you're using a computer where you might not feel comfortable with that information lying around in the cache.
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