Category Archives: Distractions

I Wish I Lived There…

Dead Robot May 30, 2007 Distractions

Blue Living

Butterfly Chairs

Clutter is good

Orange

Animal Trouble

Dead Robot May 28, 2007 Distractions, Personal Bits

Yes. I love this picture.
Moose Hat

More Moose Eating Hats
Moose eats hat

Llama Love

Dino Attack!
Dino Bite

Bowl-ing for Dollars

Dead Robot May 23, 2007 Distractions, Toronto

Tonight, Da got SharkBoy and I a pair of tickets to Empty Bowls, at the Gardiner Museum. A yearly fundraiser put on by local artists (who make the bowls) and chefs (who fill the bowls). Purchasing a ticket gets you an original bowl and access to 20 chef stations serving up the most exotic soups I have ever seen. Money goes to Anishnawbe Health Toronto, a centre for the well being of Aboriginal peoples. The doors opened at 5 and Da tells me there was a line up started around 1pm. When we got there, there was a mini crush to get inside to the last remaining 60 or so bowls.

Here’s mine (click all pics to embiggen)
Note the bright orange and two chambered chip dip style. Bless SharkBoy for elbowing his way past an old lady to get it before it flew off the table! Yes, I know it’s rather greedy of me to choose a two chamber bowl, and I was hounded at all the stations if I wanted a “Number one or Number two?” I refrained from any poo jokes. One curious characteristic of the bowl was it’s lack of footing, making it impossible to put down. See the video of my spinny bowl:

The crowd was shovey and excited. Always are when you mention free food!
Crowd

It was a feeding frenzy. At one point I was shoved in and out of a line for the mystery soup that tasted so good I nearly wept! And people were not kind about my large frame and my greedy bowl. Many comments on “You’re eating right, my friend,” with regards to my ability to fill up two soups at a time. Which I never did! Fuck ’em. I was in food heaven. There was thick fishy miso soups, brisk bisques, fruity dessert broths, pea soups, oyster drops, antique pork chunk soups and my favorite, a rhubarb and sour cream …thing, from Jamie Kennedy’s restaurant. YUM!

I did find it a bit ironic that this whole event was an excess of food gluttony inside one of Toronto’s most beautiful new museums when the Anishnawbe house helps people break the cycle of street living and homelessness. Maybe not ironic so much as guiltily feeling making. Thank god for the walk home.

Seal of Approval

Dead Robot May 17, 2007 Distractions

Stumbled upon this

www.says-it.com/seal

And made this:

Klaus Seal

And this…

Its a trap

I Don’t Know Fashion

Dead Robot May 7, 2007 Distractions

I’ll admit it. I’m fashionally challenged. My main outfit is chinos and casual dress shirts (which means usually anything that has buttons up the front) for work with weekends seeing me in t-shirts and whatever is clean. I am ripe for a reality tv show to come swooping in and humiliate me.

But I do know when an outfit looks obviously, horribly wrong on someone. Which gives me the right to bitch about it.

On the weekend, Sharkboy and I were walking by The House Of Lords and spied a group of hairdressers loading up a car outside the shop. They were all dressed like rockers: graphic tees, spiky hair, studded belts, “dirty” extremely low rise jeans. I’m not adverse to this style; I actually like it. It reminds me of my youth. However, one particular Scissorhand stood out: he was slightly pudgy (again, who am I to complain, right?) and was delegated the one to do all the heavy lifting. As we walked by, he finished putting a big box into the back of their car, leaning far to get it in there. And in doing so, his tight low rise pants gave up the modesty ghost and revealed a lot more than I think the pudgy rocker/scissorhands bargained for.

Black cheap underwear, grey waistband. Enough material above his waistband and across his ass showing that when he stood upright, chubby buttcheecks closed in on the fabric. Trapped gitch in his crack.

There are things I know I should see that will change my life: the true unfiltered media from Iraq, the actual ice caps melting from mountains, horrific natural disasters to tweak my generosity gland. I do NOT need to see some plump hairdresser’s underwear bunch up on him when he’s getting sweaty moving boxes. If you have some compelling need to show the world your underwear then why not just walk around in your underwear? And if you do show it off, then please please please spend more than $2 on a pair of under garments. God, a name brand at least!

People. Low rise jeans on a man showing ample underwear/buttcrack is as pretty as capri pants with sandals on a man. No no no no.

Anally Yours, Walt

Dead Robot May 4, 2007 Distractions, Personal Bits

My co-worker found this on an online spreadsheet site (XLS). How anal is that? They have their dinners planned (with reservation phone numbers) for every day!

I sent the link to Sharkboy and he immediately sent back ours (XLS). Note the proper use of colour coding and room for on-the-fly revisions and lack of dinner planning. Bless his heart!

The fun part is that we’re at the parks about the same time as our anal counterparts. With their thoughtless divulgance of information, we can search them out, and stand behind them in every photograph they take.