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friday favourites 25.01.13

image of the week
one day morning this week there was a young woman on her way to work. she'd stopped at a traffic light and was hastily trying to apply mascara when a strange woman opened her passenger door, looked her in the eye and said "you're not my boss", upon which she closed the door and disappeared.

i'd like to apologise to her, because that had to be a weird way for your day to start.

you see, my boss was nice enough to give me a lift in to work a few days this week, to spare me the worst of the cold. unfortunately, one morning, someone else pulled up near my building at the same time as she did, in the same kind of car and, predictably, i got confused. i'm good at that.

i'd also like to apologise to anyone in my building who was disturbed by the honking, which was my boss [well, her car horn, not actually her] trying to get my attention and wondering why i was running away from her car to accost some poor commuter.

some days, you just have to accept that you're not going to win any awards for cleverness.

so how have you managed to make someone's day weirder this week?

perhaps i can bring a little of the weird and wonderful to your life by sharing...

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

"911 what's you're emergency?... hold on, did you say naked pooping masturbator?"

oooooooooooooookkk-lahoma where our politicians don't have brains...

because who doesn't pause when they put on their pants to think "i wish someone had made these sort of damp and slippery"?

how bad does your school performance have to be before faking your own kidnapping to keep your parents out of meeting your teacher becomes a viable option?

perhaps you should start thinking of stories to tell your grandchildren about how people once considered the name greenland ironic. [via metafilter]

musical notes

frozen temperatures in montreal? news about greenland? there is only one musical release that can follow these things...



quote of the week

the trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.
-bertrand russell

follow-up and shameless self-promotion

thanks to those of you who've posted comments and sent messages advising me on my hair colour dilemma. the answers have been intriguing to say the least. feel free to add your voice to the sound of the crowd!

i'd also like to say a big thanks to those who've made my short story "the sanguine scribe" the most viewed post so far in january on more like space. i love that people stop by here at all, but i have to say it warms a special place in my heart when readers stop to read the fiction/ poetry snippets i post.

kitteh of the week

the reigning beauty queen, our tiny diva, julia, enjoying her blanket fort. [if you follow me on instagram, yes that is the same blanket fort i was in earlier this week.]


thanks very much for reading!

i don't have a credit for this week's image of the week, but i can tell you that it's a shot of greenland, once of several i've posted on my pinterest board.

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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.

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