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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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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?

presidenting is hard :: these people are not your friends

hello mr. president! a while back, i promised that i would periodically be giving you some advice on how to do your job, since you seem a little unclear on how everything works. i didn't mean to go so long between missives, but the fact is that i've been busy and you're administration has been in overdrive giving me things to write about. what i've realised is that many of those things are ones i can't help you with: if you or anyone in your immediate circle worked with russians to compromise the 2016 election, that shit is done. robert mueller is going to find that out, because he's the kind of person who looks like the theme from dragnet just automatically starts playing every time he enters a room. so that's your problem. i'm just here to talk to you about what you can do now that you are, by law, the president. because, while chief detective mueller is doing his thing, we all need to live with your decisions. i'm even less happy about that than…

write brain

i was talking to a friend of mine about coffee, specifically about our mutual need for coffee, yesterday and, literally as i was in the middle of a thought, an idea occurred to me that i felt like i had to note. so there i am, scribbling a note to myself that was really just a word salad of related terms, which i later transformed into a weird but more comprehensible note that i could refer to later. [i don't want another beatriz coca situation on my hands.] i feel like this idea isn't a story on its own, but something that i could incorporate into a larger project, which is good, because i have a few of those.

now, of course, i need to sit down and do research on this, because it's become terribly important to me that the details of this weird little idea that i'm planning on incorporating into a larger thing be totally plausible, even though no one but me is ever going to care. i'm increasingly convinced that the goal of every writer is to find someone who will t…

luck of the irish?

i like st. patrick's day. i like the fact that there is a holiday that celebrates celtic-ness and drunkeness at once (you could argue they were pretty close to begin with). in fact, it's probably second only to halloween as my favourite publicly recognised holiday.

so every year, i have to have my little ritual and that ritual involves visiting a pub and partaking of the cheer. i've made attempts at watching parades in various cities, but i've more recently given up that practice because a) eight out of ten times, it's freezing cold and/ or snowing in canada on march 17th and b) the parades seem to consist entirely of trucks carrying people who are as drunk as i would be, if i weren't freezing my tush off watching them. so i've backed off the parade in recent years.

however, a visit to the pub, the longer the better, is still an important thing for me.

next year, however, i'm going to have to plan things a little better.

first of all, i didn't …