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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.

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Anonymous said…
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?

wrong turn

as some of you are aware, i have a long-term project building a family tree. this has led me to some really interesting discoveries, like the fact that i am partly descended from crazy cat people, including the patron saint of crazy cat ladies, that a progenitor of mine once defeated a french naval assault with an army of scarecrows, that my well-established scottish roots are just as much norwegian as scottish, and that a relative of mine from the early middle ages let one rip with such ferocity that that's basically all he's remembered for. but this week, while i was in the midst of adding some newly obtained information, i found that some of my previous research had gone in an unexpected direction: the wrong one.

where possible, i try to track down stories of my better-known relatives and in doing so this week, i realised that i couldn't connect one of my greatĖ£ grandfathers to his son through any outside sources. what's worse that i found numerous sources that con…

dj kali & mr. dna @ casa del popolo post-punk night

last night was a blast! a big thank you to dj tyg for letting us guest star on her monthly night, because we had a great time. my set was a little more reminiscent of the sets that i used to do at katacombes [i.e., less prone to strange meanderings than what you normally hear at the caustic lounge]. i actually invited someone to the night with the promise "don't worry, it'll be normal". which also gives you an idea of what to expect at the caustic lounge. behold my marketing genius.

mr. dna started off putting the "punk" into the night [which i think technically means i was responsible for the post, which doesn't sound quite so exciting]. i'd say that he definitely had the edge in the bouncy energy department.

many thanks to those who stopped in throughout the night to share in the tunes, the booze and the remarkably tasty nachos and a special thank you to the ska boss who stuck it out until the end of the night and gave our weary bones a ride home…

eat the cup 2018, part seven :: oh, lionheart

it all seemed so magical: england's fresh-faced youngsters marching all the way through to a semi-final for the first time since 1990. everywhere, the delirious chants of "it's coming home". and then, deep into added time, the sad realization: it's not coming home. oh england, my lionheart.

now, if we're being really strict about things, my scottish ancestors would probably disown me for supporting England, because those are the bastards who drove them off their land and sent them packing to this country that's too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. and indeed, shops in scotland have sold through their entire stock of croatian jerseys, as the natives rallied behind england's opponents in the semi-final. however, a few generations before they were starved and hounded from the lands they'd occupied for centuries, my particular brand of scottish ancestors would have encouraged me to support england [assuming that national football had even…