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family day favourites 17.02.13

let's face it: we all need a vacation in february, some random day that pats us on the back and says "congratulations, you survived january, the worst is over". [unless you're me, in which case you need a day off to steel yourself for march, which is always the worst.] no one actually takes a day off on valentine's day, but the u.s. does have "president's day", which is something to do with history, but really the only time it seems to be used is when people need a new name for the sales they're running, or in the "i love lisa" episode of "the simpsons", where ralph plays george washington.

so a few years ago, the government of ontario invented "family day", which was really just their way of saying "we gave you an extra statutory holiday, so shut up about your taxes". or something like that. it's since been adopted by several other canadian provinces, although not the one where i live, but in an effort to make everything nice and fair, the company i work for gives "family day" to everyone, which is kind of sweet. and, although we all want to mock it, there are worse reasons to get a day off than respecting the family. celebrating some guy's torture, death and zombification, for instance.

the really cool thing about "family day", though, is that it gives me the opportunity to miss my "friday favourites" update without sacrificing alliteration. it is all about me.

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

probably bad news, actually... the dhs believes it has the right to search the content of any and all electronic data devices within one hundred miles of the u.s. border. that actually covers the bulk of the population of canada in their homes, by the way. i can't wait to here the correlated drone policy.

apparently the "ace of cakes" serves kings and queens without prejudice.

think of your two closest friends. if neither of them has a sexually transmitted infection, chances are that you do.

what could be more whimsical and wonderful than a place called "the island of the dolls"? [spoiler: everything.]

musical notes

i listened to this album a lot on the way to work this week. which says something about the kind of week i was having, i think.



follow-up and shameless self-promotion

hey, remember a couple of years ago when i said that i thought that the current pope was really just a placeholder, occupying the position until the whole child molestation thing blew over? now that the media furore has died down and the church is no longer getting hit with a massive new lawsuit every other day, guess who retired this week? i stand by my original theory- ratzinger was always there simply to ensure that the real next pope- who will be a groundbreaking choice in some respect [first hispanic, first african, at the very least- if my countryman marc oulette is chosen- the first north american]- will be free to establish their own legacy, not have to fight from under the ugly shadow of feigned ignorance that kept monsters in children's bedrooms for decades.

the most viewed post on the web site this week was my nod to bell canada doing something decent for once. apparently #bellletstalk earned over $4.8 million for the cause, which is a phenomenal result. i tip my hat to you, although you still served as a cause for acute anxiety for many months in my life.

kitteh of the week

if you follow me on instagram, you already know that yesterday dom and i stopped in to visit the cause 4 paws bi-weekly adoption drive at global pet foods, ostensibly to say hello to an awesome person who works with c4p, but really to play with kitteh. and what do you know, we got adopted. i'm quite serious. we got called over by a little lady who apparently didn't realise that the normal procedure was for humans to choose the cats they adopt and not vice versa. the bond was instantaneous, undeniable and left hook marks in my coat.

we're still working through the first couple of days of "getting to know you", which involves hesitance, hissing and also intense curiosity. strangely, the new girl isn't the least bit perturbed by any of it. she isn't shy at all and doesn't bat an eyelash, even if one of the others hisses right into her face. she's a real little boss. this is especially hilarious to watch, because she's still a kitten, whereas they're adults. more to the point, she's a ten month old adolescent who i mistook for a kitten of about ten weeks. she's that tiny. chances are that she's a perma-kitten. at ten months and already "fixed", she's unlikely to grow very much more. and yet she is utterly fearless and confident in her place and is content to discover her new home while waiting for the others to get over themselves.

may i present... lulu

this is the best shot i was able to get thus far... more to come, i'm sure

that's all for this week. i'll be enjoying the third day of my three day weekend tomorrow and will likely be taking some time to organise swatch photos for some more of this year's spring collections during those minutes i can tear myself away from the kitteh. i have chanel and more guerlain to share with you in the near future.

until then, wish me luck with the newcomer and her integration process into the family!

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