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friday favourites 30.03.12

image of the week
whew! friday already? and the end of march already? well, as i've mentioned, march and i aren't friends, although we did make a little bit of a truce this year, whereby i agreed to stop blaming it for everything and it agreed not to slowly bleed me to death as it normally does. although i do have to admit that i'm keeping my eye on march as we both edge towards the exit.

i found out recently that april is both national brussels sprout and cabbage month and national irritable bowel syndrome month, which just sounds like people were trying to make things worse for themselves if you ask me. it's also national sexually transmitted diseases month. how could april not be memorable with all that on deck?

at the very least, i'm hoping that the end of march means the end of winter- no more snow, not even the little flurries we had yesterday, no more wind chill factors, it's done. it's been spring for over a week, nature, you've had three months to throw your annual hissy fit at us, it's time to move on.

and here are a few favourites for the end of march, as i cautiously bid it adieu.

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


if you don't act soon, you may never get to see an octopus living in the trees above you again.

it's nice to know that the united states insists on killing people with only the highest quality drugs.

want a real plan to get banks to start coughing up money to kickstart your economy? these ladies of spain have it nailed. which is more than you can say for the bankers.

and i'll bet you thought you were bad ass for writing nasty words in your grade seven math textbook. [link courtesy of metafilter]

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


if you're in montreal... the societé des arts technologiques has an ongoing installation of works created using their facilities continuing through the month of april. you can find details [in french] here. it's a celebration of various sorts of homegrown audiovisual talents and of the importance of resources like the s.a.t. in fostering artists' vision.

a lovely lady of my acquaintance is raising money for cancer [actually, i think she's raising money to fight cancer -ed.] and this sunday, she's organised a "fashionably anti-cancer" benefit this sunday afternoon at cafe republique on ste-catherine. have a cocktail [have two!] and browse through the new collection of simply m. a portion of the proceeds will, of course, be donated to the canadian cancer society. more details on facebook.

if you're a poet with an internet connection and a blog... another talented person i know [my friends do way cooler things than i do] is organising a "blog book tour" for poets throughout the month of april. you can find details here, including how to participate and when/ where events will be taking place. it's a novel [yuk yuk] way of promoting poets within the writing community and over the internet, as well as a great chance to connect with other writers.

if you're a makeup maven who likes a deal... zuneta has extended their truly wonderful rouge bunny rouge gift with purchase. original scheduled to last just a couple of days, it's been continued, but no one can say for how long. if you buy any two rouge bunny rouge products from zuneta [which is the only place you can get them in most of the world], you'll automatically get a free glassy gloss in "crisp sorbet" ["coconut ice pink with coral and gold opalescence"]. that's a pretty sweet-sounding deal. i've not tried their glassy glosses, but perilously pale has and i blame her extremely reliable views for getting me addicted to rbr in the first place.

musical notes


while i was puttering around getting things organised for the big radio debut, i discovered this unsettling live version of rapeshower's "feel this"... murky pig-faced bliss.



i wish i knew if this band were still active. all signs, sadly, point to "no".

follow-up and shameless self-promotion


thanks to all who showed support for yesterday's big radio launch. as mentioned, the plan is to do about one show per month, probably at a specific time each month, although i haven't worked out the details yet. feedback is welcome, as long as it isn't "your music sux", which might be your opinion, but isn't particularly helpful. specifically, if you have any thoughts on:

- length of the show; is one hour good? too much? or too little?
- technical issues; were there any in loading/ downloading the file?
- structure; too much talking? would themes be a good idea? or keep it more free-form?

basically, anything you think about the show, i'm interested in hearing. as long as it's not "your music sux". because no one forced you to download and keep it, douchebag.

and speaking of music that doesn't suck, this coming wednesday is the april edition of "the caustic lounge" at cagibi. drop by for cider, sammiches, sounds and... whatever other entertainment is in the offing for the night. it's impossible to tell sometimes.

and, as promised, i have donned a "spring face", putting all those tips i've been doling out on colour choices to good use. i should have that post for you later today.

finally, it wouldn't be friday without an awesome kitteh photo. i went back in the archives again this week, because i thought it would be nice to share a photo of simon and hecubus as kittens. this was actually taken the day they came home with us, because dom and i wanted to get a sort of "family shot" with our new babies. [we're still trying to get a "full" family shot, with all of them and us.] what's amusing is that their personalities are already evident even on that first day: hecubus is basking in the love, content as ever, and simon is staring at the camera like a proper super-model.


thanks very much for reading and a special thanks to martin rouge for providing this week's "image of the week".

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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.

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