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friday favourites 17.08.12

image of the week
i'm retroactively declaring this week to be national irony week. i've spent much of the week feeling like i've been run over by a truck- or wishing that i would be- because despite being so exhausted that i think i've lost about 60% of my cerebral function, i've been unable to sleep. monday got things kicked off with a patented "kate migraine" that involved waking up too wobbly to move for the most part and mostly blind in one eye. that more or less set the tone for the week, which was kind of off-balance. i'm hoping that corrects itself in the week[s] to come.

there were, however, a few things that made it worth getting out of bed this week and here they are...

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

not content with losing luggage, united airlines has upped the ante by misplacing an entire child.

things that my cat arthur has in common with president lyndon johnson: 1. both large guys. 2. peeing on things they're not supposed to.

what's more gauche than hiring a white hearse? dying while delivering the guest of honour to his appointment.

baby's big book of death.

some airlines have added a fuel tax surcharge to deal with the rising price of gas. others prefer something a little more immediate.

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

if you're in montreal... the monthly post-punk night at the casa del popolo will be taking place tomorrow [saturday] night. mr. dna and i were guests last month, but this month we'll just be observers. jovially drunken observers...

and for you fashion-minded ladies, kollontai clothing is having their end-of-summer sale this weekend. it's a great opportunity to find deals from this local designer at phenomenal prices. there are nibblies, drinks and comfy man-chairs on premises. what more could you ask?

guess it's kind of a local type thing this week...

musical notes

it's a double shot this week! first up, another short film by my better half, dominic f. marceau, with music by theologian, called "zero"



second, it's something brand new from devo, who have thrown their support behind the "dogs against romney" campaign. the song is kind of interesting, in that it reminds me of some of the really early, quirky devo recordings and the commentary on the situation by devo founder gerald v. casale [see below] is brilliant.



Regarding Obama supposedly eating dog meat as a child: Look up "equivocation" people! Why engage in apples and oranges arguments? Even if Obama ate some dog, he didn't abuse and kill it for goddsakes! It was already dead! And, as far as Romney's claim that Seamus like being roof-racked, when is the last tim
e your dog showed joy by convulsing and shitting mounds of diarrhea down your car windows from that fun trip on the roof in the hot summer sun? Give me a (you know what) break! This not about Democrats vs Republicans or Red vs Blue and all the rest of that trumped up pseudo WWF smack down crap the media hypnotizes you with. This is just about a man with a very questionable soul. Even though our political candidate choices are about as deep as the difference between Pepsi and Coke these days, and knowing that the president is just a figurehead bought and paid for by the Plutocracy that is America in Century 21, character still matters. A president should take the same oath as doctors i.e. "Do No Harm". We make pets dependent on us. We created all the dog breeds. We are thus responsible as stewards over all species. Case closed.

- Gerald V. Casale.
follow-up and shameless self-promotion

well what do you know? my vagina is big on the internet!

ok, so it turns out there's absolutely no politically correct way to say that, but this week, it seems that many people were interested in "things i won't be doing to my vagina". of course, i also lost a bunch of followers on twitter this week, so it's possible that people are interested in and put off by my vagina in equal numbers.

dominic couldn't resist sending my this article from the guardian, which should prove unequivocally that there is absolutely nothing wrong with our vaginas. in fact, they are models of perfection.

and since we're talking about vaginas, how would you feel about taking a ride in one? that's not a euphemism. behold the vagina taxi:

find the clitoris and ride for free

courtesy of finnish artist mimosa pale.

kitteh of the week

today is apparently "black cat appreciation day", which is an awesome day to have. although i no longer have the black cat saturation in my home that i once had, we do still bow to arthur the king in this house and we salute his dark glory.

hail to the king, baby

that's all for this friday and thanks very much for reading!!! fyi, this week's "image of the week" comes from a series of incredible anatomical food structures by artist dimirtri tsykalov.

Comments

Big Baby's book of the dead is awesome. I have promptly bookmarked! You do find the coolest stuff.

as long as you're here, why not read more?

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



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.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

armchair centre back :: finding your best boss

everything i know about bosses, i've learned from watching the premier league this year. 

it's been a long time since i posted about my love of football [soccer], possibly because i was traumatised by seeing my darlings swansea city getting mauled week after week, all the while looking like they were playing for the right to choose between being executed by guillotine or firing squad. it's been a very long season. well, half a season. suddenly, however, it doesn't seem so bad. the reason for that is very clear: carlos carvalhal. swansea's new portuguese manager is a breath of fresh air, and a complete switch from the focused and pragmatic paul clement. now, i liked paul clement, and i think that his internship at some of the best clubs in the world made him a real catch. it's just that sometimes you need to find someone who connects with your team, your people, which carlos definitely seems to have done. as the days lengthen and the weather shows some signs of…

digging for [audio] treasure

my computer tells me that i need to cut down the amount of music stored on my overstuffed hard drive. my ears tell me that that would deprive me of some wonderful listening experiences. 
halifax, nova scotia was not the easiest place to find out about music with limited appeal. it was a very music-centred city, to be sure, but, being smaller, things like noise, industrial, and experimental music struggled to gain a foothold, even as the alternative rock scene exploded in the early nineties. i was lucky enough to have some friends who were happy to share music that they loved, but i knew that there were lots of things that i was missing out on.

with the dawn of the internet, and various types of music sharing, i found myself able to discover bands that i'd heard about, but never managed to track down, from the days of underground cassette culture. and, to my surprise and elation, many of them do very much live up to what i'd imagined from reading descriptions of them in catalo…