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friday favourites 27.04.12

image of the week
it snowed this morning. not a lot, which would have made it kind of remarkable, but just a few scraggly flakes against the most depressing grey sky you can imagine. and the snow wasn't the most disconcerting thing, either. that plum goes to the tree outside my office window, which was waving in the wind so much that i was worried it was about to come right through the glass at me. when i went out to run some errands, i got windburn on my cheeks. windburn. at the end of april.

i've noticed that over the years, i've become far more accepting of winter's chill. hey, it even feels good for a little while in january, although i do miss the light, and then a few weeks later you realise that the worst is probably over. it's not that bad, really. what is bad is looking out at the stunted buds around my neighbourhood, evidence that the foliage were fooled just as much as i was by the fact that march and april had some surprisingly warm [hot!] spells, only to retreat into something that seems like perpetual november.

ten years ago, when i moved to toronto, i remember that at this exact time of year, there were stray flakes and grey skies as i went apartment hunting. spring that year was a low, grumbling affair and then suddenly in june, someone turned on the heat and we were all sweltering until october. that wasn't pleasant either, especially since i moved, mid-swelter to a big city in the midst of a garbage collectors' strike. but i can't deny that the weather over the past week. [the last nice day we had was the day i took these photos and even that was a bit of a fluke.]

complaints about the weather aside, i have to say that i've been looking forward to sharing friday favourites with you all week. since i wasn't around last friday, it's like i've had all this stuff building up. it probably says something about me that i get tense when i can't share things on my blog... addicted much?

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


the people of egypt rebelled against their repressive government for many reasons. a lesser known one was that they were fighting for their right to have sex with their dead wives.

most men will tell you that if someone hits them in the balls they want to die, but i never knew it could actually be fatal. if she can avoid jail, this woman will be able to make a great living teaching others her technique for defending against rapists and thieves.

would you like some cream with your gay porn flakes today?

someone i knew in university once tried to thaw a chicken in a toaster oven. this is kind of like that, except it caused a huge fire. and instead of chicken, it's a corpse.

if you're worried about reports of inclement weather and avalanche risks in the canadian rockies, you need fear no longer. we're training a crack team of rescue cats.

i'll bet this guy's mother was always telling him not to play with his food.

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


if you're in montreal... well first off, you should get your butt out to this month's caustic lounge, where you can hear the kind of stuff that makes you say "i never thought i'd here that in a bar". well, a cafe, really, but it serves alcohol. but you never thought you'd hear it anyway. wednesday may 2nd at 9p.m. at cagibi [corner st. laurent and st. viateur]

and right after that, it's the beginning of montreal's "festival month", a period where electronic artists of various stripes descend on the city to entertain us. kicking things off is the elektra festival, one of the city's premier showcases of contemporary art and music. details can be found on their web site.

if the ska/ punk thing is more your style, the triumphant return of republi-ska to montreal will be taking place at katacombes [corner st. laurent and ontario] on friday may 4th. the pride of the ska quebec scene will be kicking it until well into the wee hours.

if you're in london... you could break my heart and go to the 30th anniversary of broken flag, a festival featuring almost every power electronics band i've ever wanted to see. seriously, if you are a fan of p.e. and want to see some of the giants of the scene live, you will never have an opportunity like this. the festival takes place over three days and believe me, there is nothing i would rather be doing next weekend. have fun. have extra fun for me.

musical notes


i admit, i haven't been fazed by the ongoing student protests in the city. although these protests are clearly larger than usual and have resulted in more arrests, this is the kind of city where people are quick to take to the streets when their voices are being silenced or ignored by the powers that be. but yesterday was a sort of revelation, because as i was mainlining my daily dose of news, i saw that cnn, the be-all, end-all of news networks, was doing a story on our protests. most of the time, i get the feeling that cnn anchors aren't aware that we exist, so this is kind of a big event. i guess that means that the protests are a bigger deal than i suspected. [a friend of mine who lives downtown, who has been adjusting to the sound of yelling followed by percussion bombs- which sound way cooler than they are- would probably say that things have been plenty serious for quite a while.]

in addition, this week marks the beginning of may [not that you'd guess from the weather], which is a long-standing holiday related to the rights of workers, the power of unionised labour and the cause of the left in general. this year, the proud and controversial occupy movement plans a day of action throughout the world.

in lightof these things- and although i realise that troublemakers are always a disruptive minority with little interest in the larger cause- there is one track that has been running through my mind a lot.



follow-up and shameless self-promotion


one search term that showed up multiple times as something that led to my blog in the last couple of weeks is "reanimate reagan". i need to know what you're looking for, exactly, and i need to know if this is a serious plan. i don't know if the world is ready to accept a zombie president.

as i mentioned, the may edition of the caustic lounge is happening on wednesday. no suggested attire this time, although, i supposed lots of flowers would be in order in honour of the pagan festival of beltane.

remember that you can also check out some musical entertainment with more like space radio. episode one. episode two.

and here's a special, absolute last-minute, blink and miss it deal: if you order my book, interference tonight, april 27th, before midnight, you'll receive 16% off with the code EARTH. hurry!!

also, i've noticed one of those weird anomalies this week where an older post has suddenly become insanely popular. specifically this post about desoxyn, or, as it's better known meth. this is kind of ironic, because i've also been watching this clip of patton aswalt so often i've committed it to memory:



kitteh of the week


while i was out getting windburn today, dom managed to sneak these wonderful shots of multi-kitteh goodness onto my computer, just in time for friday favourites.


seth is very patient with his little brothers...

by the way, this week's "image of the week" is one of many amazing posters you can find right here. print your own full size!

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