Remembering, Veterans Day, November 2023
5 months ago
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Memoirs of Feathers
Feathers, You were found in a Fortino's parking lot. We let you take over our backyard. If you survived the bochalism outbreak in the harbour then you are probably doing okay.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Fishy goes in the tank
Today the first fish went in the new tank. He is the cheap tester fish to make sure everything is a-okay.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Six more lines to knit and the knitting is all done.
I entered the "Woodies the Assembly" door beside the evil pagoda with the 13 1/2 number on top.
In this alternate universe children get brains for Christmas.
Look at this happy child enjoy her brains!
Glue drips from the ceiling in this alternate place.
I'm almost done knitting the sweater from hell...only six more rows to knit then just putting the beast together.
In this alternate universe children get brains for Christmas.
Look at this happy child enjoy her brains!
Glue drips from the ceiling in this alternate place.
I'm almost done knitting the sweater from hell...only six more rows to knit then just putting the beast together.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Henry
Due to my lack of posting for the last little while, I provide you with a multiple post:
Henry was intrigued by this fashionista marketing carpet products:
This gave Henry the idea to analyze Go train fabric after he had a spoon full of live music. Henry stared at the fabric:
The blurriness of the fabric might have upset Henry a little bit:
Upon closer inspection...
Henry is definitely a cranky-pants over this fabric mishap. Henry tried again, this time thinking about how enjoyable it would be to vacuum this fabric, and voila:
The fabric came into focus. This made Henry very happy.
Sometimes Henry just needs to vent :-)
Henry was intrigued by this fashionista marketing carpet products:
This gave Henry the idea to analyze Go train fabric after he had a spoon full of live music. Henry stared at the fabric:
The blurriness of the fabric might have upset Henry a little bit:
Upon closer inspection...
Henry is definitely a cranky-pants over this fabric mishap. Henry tried again, this time thinking about how enjoyable it would be to vacuum this fabric, and voila:
The fabric came into focus. This made Henry very happy.
Sometimes Henry just needs to vent :-)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Giant Spider
This is the biggest spider I've ever seen in Canada. It is massive: at least the size of a loonie. The picture is out of focus. I think my camera might be messed up or need a thorough cleaning.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Okwalle's feeling better
Oakwalle is back to her old self following this incident: http://dazzleddousedinpixels.blogspot.com/2008/09/seat-fillers-wanted_19.html
Note the typically "rub my belly" pose.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Car free day
Today is car free day. It is similar to every other day for me as I use my feet as my primary mode of transportation. I am so rightous!
Friday, September 19, 2008
drunk tank.
I got home, only to find I had left my camera on...it is dead. So i dug up this photo from the crypt and it is very inspirational. Yes I am an....
So....I went to a stag (side note...who holds stags now-a-days when there are girls around, cause they never used to exist, and parties are always better with girls) and I drank more than my body weight should permit. The toonie toss was conquered by Ronnie and we were requested to retire in the smoking room, with proper attire.
So....I went to a stag (side note...who holds stags now-a-days when there are girls around, cause they never used to exist, and parties are always better with girls) and I drank more than my body weight should permit. The toonie toss was conquered by Ronnie and we were requested to retire in the smoking room, with proper attire.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Trip to Calgary...
In leu of a photo blog I give you my crazy, crazy dream from last night…
My friend Nicole and I are in line at an information booth at a conservation area just outside of Calgary, Alberta. We step up to the booth and are greeted by two chubby gay boys wearing eyeliner. They tell us that we should book it to 14h street to shop for some of the hottest urban attire one can find in Calgary. Given that they are gay boys with eye liner on we are all in!
We board the appropriately named “14th street” bus. Only to find a militant bus driver who orders us to strap in to the mechanical contraption. The seats are three across, instead of the typical two, and riders are safely secured under over the shoulder padded rollercoaster harnesses.
We ride the bus for a long while, or what seems to be a while, in dream time, when we pull up to our first stop – a brutalist mall not too dissimilar to this beauty:
(courtesy of Raisethehammer.org).
Upon stopping, our radical bus driver presses play on the tape deck and “Entrance of the Gladiators” by Julius Fučík commences. With military precision, the driver walks down the bus and orders the patrons wishing to exit to purchase corn on the cob from concealed boxes at the side of each row. The person beside me was over zealous and started husking corn before their turn then ran off the bus-leaving a mess on the floor.
When the drill sergeant reaches our row I was the obvious culprit: in her mind. “How dare you husk corn on my bus”, she barked. I pleaded with her and stated my case. She told me that I was now on her radar. When she got back in her seat, she angled the mirror so that I was centered in her view and proceeded on our war procession.
It, again, seemed like an eternity and Nicole and I were getting anxious. I raised my hand to ask if our driver could announce our stop as we were both unfamiliar with downtown Calgary. She responded by saying that we are obviously on the “14th Street” bus and that EVERYONE must exit at 14th Street; It’s the end of the line!
Our next stop was 7th Street and we collectively decided that we would dismount our seat and get off here as it likely wouldn’t be a far walk to 14th street.
When we emerged into the light of Alberta’s big sky, we were surprised to find a street very similar to Cambridge’s Hespeler Road. We were greeted by a sea of parking lots, suburban format big-box stores and mass sign pollution.
Nicole noticed a smoke shop trailer (like ones found on the edge of the highway on reserves) in one of the parking lots and asked if we could duck in. We entered and the lighting suddenly changed to sepia. Sitting and smoking cigarettes were a handful of dead presidents. We were in the company of Lincoln, Rosevelt, Washington, Kennedy and John Quincy Adams. They were all semi-transparent and asked us to join them in their conversation.
We talked about how the world is going to shit and no one is doing anything about it, and if they were still in power it would be a totally different place. This intense banter ensued for a while. When suddenly the door flew open and the Sheriff of Calgary came in with a handcuffed Monster; not a serial killer or pedophile, but a literal monster! He was grotesque and oozy and growling in our faces.
The sheriff asked if any of the dead presidents could spare 11 pence to keep this monster in jail. The presidents responded by saying they are dead and do not have any money. They pleaded to me to pay the tariff. I reached in my pocket, pulled out a satchel of change and paid the sheriff.
Suddenly I awoke and had to document this crazy, crazy dream.
My friend Nicole and I are in line at an information booth at a conservation area just outside of Calgary, Alberta. We step up to the booth and are greeted by two chubby gay boys wearing eyeliner. They tell us that we should book it to 14h street to shop for some of the hottest urban attire one can find in Calgary. Given that they are gay boys with eye liner on we are all in!
We board the appropriately named “14th street” bus. Only to find a militant bus driver who orders us to strap in to the mechanical contraption. The seats are three across, instead of the typical two, and riders are safely secured under over the shoulder padded rollercoaster harnesses.
We ride the bus for a long while, or what seems to be a while, in dream time, when we pull up to our first stop – a brutalist mall not too dissimilar to this beauty:
(courtesy of Raisethehammer.org).
Upon stopping, our radical bus driver presses play on the tape deck and “Entrance of the Gladiators” by Julius Fučík commences. With military precision, the driver walks down the bus and orders the patrons wishing to exit to purchase corn on the cob from concealed boxes at the side of each row. The person beside me was over zealous and started husking corn before their turn then ran off the bus-leaving a mess on the floor.
When the drill sergeant reaches our row I was the obvious culprit: in her mind. “How dare you husk corn on my bus”, she barked. I pleaded with her and stated my case. She told me that I was now on her radar. When she got back in her seat, she angled the mirror so that I was centered in her view and proceeded on our war procession.
It, again, seemed like an eternity and Nicole and I were getting anxious. I raised my hand to ask if our driver could announce our stop as we were both unfamiliar with downtown Calgary. She responded by saying that we are obviously on the “14th Street” bus and that EVERYONE must exit at 14th Street; It’s the end of the line!
Our next stop was 7th Street and we collectively decided that we would dismount our seat and get off here as it likely wouldn’t be a far walk to 14th street.
When we emerged into the light of Alberta’s big sky, we were surprised to find a street very similar to Cambridge’s Hespeler Road. We were greeted by a sea of parking lots, suburban format big-box stores and mass sign pollution.
Nicole noticed a smoke shop trailer (like ones found on the edge of the highway on reserves) in one of the parking lots and asked if we could duck in. We entered and the lighting suddenly changed to sepia. Sitting and smoking cigarettes were a handful of dead presidents. We were in the company of Lincoln, Rosevelt, Washington, Kennedy and John Quincy Adams. They were all semi-transparent and asked us to join them in their conversation.
We talked about how the world is going to shit and no one is doing anything about it, and if they were still in power it would be a totally different place. This intense banter ensued for a while. When suddenly the door flew open and the Sheriff of Calgary came in with a handcuffed Monster; not a serial killer or pedophile, but a literal monster! He was grotesque and oozy and growling in our faces.
The sheriff asked if any of the dead presidents could spare 11 pence to keep this monster in jail. The presidents responded by saying they are dead and do not have any money. They pleaded to me to pay the tariff. I reached in my pocket, pulled out a satchel of change and paid the sheriff.
Suddenly I awoke and had to document this crazy, crazy dream.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Frankenstein will eat your brains...
This house is across the street from us. We were told that someone hung themselves on the second floor. Could this be them or just the leaf of a plant (middle window in the picture)??? Time will tell...Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
That's not my name
They call me hell, they call me stacey, they call me her, they call me her, they call me jane, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name. - the Ting Tings
African sculpture, CD tower. What's my name?
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunflower
I need to start carrying my camera to work with me as the light situation in the evening is quickly turning sour. Monday, September 8, 2008
LIVE ANIMALS STORE UPRIGHT
This sticker was on the side of a styrofoam box from the pet store. I can understand transporting fish in a styrofoam box, but a cat, dog or bird is just plain weird.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I'd like to be biking...
The rain today definitely rained on my parade. I was hoping to go out biking but didn't want to compact the soil and suffocate the trees so I took a picture of my bike instead.Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Centre
This is the exact centre of my neighbourhood. Built when churches were the gathering spot. It is ominous and ever present with its spires and bells.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Half and half
Today was a half and half day-half good/half bad. Suit shopping = sad : Food = glad.I couldn't decide on Tabouleh or Fattoush salad so I opted for half and half.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Factory
This was snapped on James Street North in the window of The Factory, a film school place. It is some kind of editing machine or something.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Accidental.
How do I delete this accidental post?!? I suppose it will remain here for ever. Since that is the case I might as well fill it with a photo...This is a curtain that was on the third floor of the house. I gave it away as a gag gift one time. My hope is that the recipient will reuse it in their dwelling.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
