Writing on the Wall
Calling all Cockwolves!
Yup!
Animal Trouble
Yes. I love this picture.
More Moose Eating Hats
Llama Love
Dino Attack!
What is a Man?
Is it taking care of yourself?
Is it a kind gentle hand?
Or is it just enjoying life to it’s fullest?
DISNEY!
I’m gone for the week, and instead of turning on RoboBlogger (he didn’t do well in the ratings), I am going to post a picture a day for the week. Some oldies, some goldies, and some never before seen ones – All Worksafe, but weird. I hope you all have a great week and I will be thinking of you while I’m on the Teacups ride.
Toodles.
Mixing Business With Pleasure
Saturday is your last chance to go see Kids On TV at Buddies at Bad Times Theatre.
What are they like? Imagine if Nina Hagen had been a hot muscular male lead singer who could sing and break dance. Or if Hedwig and the Angry Inch did punk/new wave fusion, instead of glam rock. Or if Devo were cross dressers. Or …well you get the gist. They captured the 80s in their dayglo cobra outfits, wolf heads and writhing break dance break downs. I’m loving their rift of Keith Cole and his pee faux pas.
Go see them. Buy their CD ($10 cheap! But not cheap in production values!) too. Here’s a YouTube of one of their fun songs that get SharkBoy and I cheering along. I KNOW SO!!
Caught in Vancouver
I don’t recall going to Vancouver. Let alone dumpster diving. (from RoboCub)
Bowl-ing for Dollars
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!
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.
I Nailed A Bear
Today I had a “first”.
About a month ago I stopped biting my nails cold turkey. This week I noticed my nails were like awkward claws that I would catch on things like soap, chips and my scalp. Later at the end of the day I would pretend I was a corpse on CSI and scrape the day’s build up from underneath and speculate on my “killer’s” motive for putting mozzarella cheese under my nails. So it went.
As SharkBoy and I waited for our custom T-shirt place to open (we’re getting custom t-shirts for Gay Days at Magic Kingdom – expect pics later this week) he suggested that we have a manicure. I was extremely apprehensive. Firstly, I was tainted by those horror stories you hear about nail infections and secondly… no one has ever touched my hand that way. I was a virgin.
I did give in eventually and was thankful for it. She was rough and made me bleed from my cuticles (“Tsk bad! But you nail is good!”) but in the end, I was left with shiny buff nails! And a hand massage! Why haven’t I had this done sooner?
Half way through it, what I suspected was half a bridal party came in and gave SharkBoy and I odd looks while we sat there. I just beamed like a blushing virgin and said “It’s my first time!” One of the women confided in us that she liked “dark” nails and I refrained from commenting that 40 years ago, that would be considered “slutty”.
So I recommend you get a manny. Next time I may move up to a pedicure but I know I would laugh all the way through it. I have ticklish feet.
After, we met Rod the Photog. and went and saw “Bears” at the InsideOut festival (thanks for Daryl for recommending it to us a while back!). SharkBoy has more on his site. It was fun. All the drama, cheese and excitement you’d expect from an American pageant.
To Zoo, If You Please
Jackael (Jack ‘n Michael), Sharkboy and I went to the zoo today! But before going there, we made our only “mad” pre-holiday purchase of a new Canon A640 camera. Going from a Sony 3.3MP to a Canon 10MP camera was like wiping mud from your eyes.
We read that the low-light wasn’t all that great and that with no image stablization a tripod was manditory for any digital zoom. But after downloading the images and flipping through all of them, it outshone our old camera like magnesium flares in the inkiest night.
The Video mode is pretty awesome too (but of course, it’s been shunted through YouTube):
And keep your eye on the lower left hand Gorilla in this video. I’m starting my own viral video here, people: