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friday favourites 19.10.12

image of the week
yes, there is a plague on my house. i still haven't determined if it's whooping cough, but i do know that it's enough to have knocked me off my feet for the day. generally, if you get up and you're coughing so much that applying moisturiser is enough to exhaust you, you might want to rethink your plans for the day. and so i have. i am at home, focusing on getting the oxygen in and out and every now and again rising from the bed to sit at the computer for a few minutes, just to break up the tedium.

in theory, i could write, but that theory is predicated on me having functioning braincells. however,  since i'm accidentally telling my boss that i'm ordering eyeballs through the post and i was convinced yesterday that dom sent me a message saying he was showering and changing so he could go eat cat food [get cat food was what it actually said], i think it's fairly clear that i don't. if it wasn't, please be aware that i started that last sentence by typing "in theory, i could right".

i don't actually get sick that often. i haven't had as much as a sniffle in over two years, but my body does tend to make up for these things by making my illnesses kind of epic. i should really go to a clinic to get myself checked out, but since even sitting at this computer is wearing me out surprisingly short order, i think i'll put that on the agenda for tomorrow.

in the meantime, i think we could all use something to make us feel a little better this friday...

you're telling me that plans were drawn up for an inflatable trampoline bridge in paris and they're not in construction phase yet???

hey, american pals, if you need a reason to go out and vote for obama, consider the fact that this guy will be going out to vote for mitt romney.

and this blog is probably the equivalent of the deep fried mars bar.

university of chicago professor attends neuroscience conference, discovers real women scientists differ substantially from comics. also discovers women have internet access.

what kind of asshole shows up at a soup kitchen and pretends to clean a pot as a photo op? oh, yeah.

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

if you're in montreal... you should go back and look at last week's friday favourites post, because there are some tidbits in there that are still timely.

if you're in halifax... it's municipal election weekend! ok, that might not make hearts race, but even at a distance, i have to shudder at the gang of yahoos who have been in command of my former home city for what seems like forever. and if you want to add a bit of fun sauce to your day, you can meet up with supporters of district 7 candidate waye mason for their election night party.

if you're in toronto... urban exploration walk #14 is happening on sunday afternoon, rain or shine. this week, they'll be exploring the abandoned todmorden railway bridge, which sounds highly halloween-season appropriate.

musical notes

he's baaa-aaaack... dom's new short film, set to the haunting sounds of november novelet. here's "ocean of tears".



follow-up and shameless self-promotion

this week should have seen an excited review of the new "nouvelle vague" kaleidoscope by le metier de beaute, however dhl managed to screw up my zuneta order again and now i have to go out into the hinterland to pry it free of customs. zuneta, as always, have been sweet and helpful- or at least offered to be, since they can't actually do anything at this point. they have offered to ship via the mail and while i normally don't think of canada post as a positive alternative to anything, i have to say that they may win out in this case. the last time dhl messed up an order for me, they were also considerate enough to deliver one of the products shattered. i can't wait to see how this goes this time.

kitteh of the week

did you know i'm on instagram/ [morelikespace is the username, of course.] if you follow me there, you can be treated to awesome images like this:


ok, now i really am exhausted and going back to bed. please wish me a speedy recovery, so that i can stop entertaining you with my stupidity and go back to entertaining you with just general kookiness. [note: i just typed "entiretain" there. i cannot brain at all.] and please wish that dom doesn't get this too, or else the guy pictured above is going to be in charge of the house.

oh, and in case you're wondering where that phenomenal image of the week came from, there's a whole tumblr blog with images of cats that look like pinup girls.

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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.

long suffering

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