food i could barely eat yesterday cos of nerves, brought it home, fil scarfed it.
heheh shut up ya old cummer!
i got my gordon ramsay premium oven to tableware dishes!
different sizes cos they only had one of the bigger guy at the bay i went to oh well, i guess now i can try making creme brulee? ever since jen blogged this i have been obsessed with baking eggs, fil says you can just crack an egg in a bowl and nuke it. no sorry, that’s what white trash people do, fil, and we are not white trash people, we are classy people, who eat out of PREMIUM OVEN TO TABLEWARE COMPLIMENTS OF GORDON FUCKING RAMSAY AND ROYAL DOULTON and if you don’t like it you can eat your microwaved egg in a bowl while i have a nice lovely baked egg with red onion and cheese concoction on my pedestal. also sorry i forgot to thank you in my speech (fil is making me tell you this) but i didn’t thank anyone specifically i didn’t want to single anyone out and plus that microphone wasn’t even on. i love you very much you are my shining prince and i love you even when you fart.
i’ll post the rest of my art pics later, can you believe it’s past 4 and i haven’t even had coffee yet, just a few sips of coke.
oh and thanks to the fascist regime what is the building we live in i can no longer feed my new squirrelfriend rick (we even named him) the battleaxe next door said they want to cut down the trees to get rid of the squirrel wtf! so you care about that you confront me about it in the elevator but you don’t care to confront the abusive yelling monster that lives across from you and beside me? fucking asshole. oh no a squirrel scampers across our balconies what a nuisance lets cut down all the trees, lay cement over the grass, build a fucking dome around the condo and install bug zappers too. you realise this is a lush neighbourhood and bound to attract birds and squirrels? jesus, do you just want no joy in your life ever? i told her our cat really likes the squirrel and it’s a shame. i haven’t had the heart to tell him about it yet. he gets sad when the squirrel doesn’t come, it really broke up the monotony of his day. i hope she enjoyed listening to me barf at 4am.
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i’m getting one of these. guess which one i chose. if you want samples and a chance to win shopper’s gift certificates go to that link and do what it says.
my old old old friend jeff came here is his flickr set of my show.
this kid told me he was really famous and his poetry blog was more famous than my blog and gets like 50,000 hits a day, hahahaha oh man, kid i hope you email me you are so full of shit, and i admire your gusto.
ainsley got her rock!
more will go up in a bit i need to construct a blanket cave on the couch right now. ooh ooh there is a glass bottle of coke in the fridge, on it!
SO hung today is going to be a shit day from hell! i haven’t been this hung in ages. sass blogged last nite AND put up my dumb little speech i insisted on making AND i did not cry. there is like 50 different video perspectives of it, an entire wall of you kids all had yer cameras rolling so cute, thank you lorazepam. ugh shots and going back to gill’s was a dumb idea. i left my hat there and i barfed when i got home. wicked. it was a rad nite, no wig outs, lots of smiling faces, a couple weird creepers haha no biggie. if you missed it, oh well, you can still go to the central and check’er out over the next month and then we have another party with new art going up. the owners and staff are so so nice i am very happy with them, 7 paintings sold, or 8 9? trying to do the math. if you want to know what’s still available email me raymitheminx@gmail.com thanks for coming everyone you’re the breast! i’m going to keep updating this post as i gain more momentum throughout the day.
ignore the first minute of this:
what fucking creepy loser would bother to go to this from my blog and rate it one star? you’re a fucking winner dude, enjoy your life.
i’m too scattered to upload or even look at my own pictures so here are steph’s
now i just have to finish painting a few more canvases (yipes!) write up some bullshit on cue cards to go beneath each painting, figure out what to wear, and pop a relax pill. we got balloons too! and i’m having a party platter made up (foods) so you better come! starts at 8, goes ’til late, bring a date or come alone, whatevs mang. bring cash
The Central is at 603 Markham Street in Mirvish Village. (south of Bloor Street and 1 block west of Bathurst Street). We are a two-minute walk from Bathurst Subway Station. phone: 416-913-4586
after awhile of working with fluorescent paints you cannot distinguish the difference between colours, you hit a wall, the flat colours beside them all look white, i’m losing my marbles.
i have tunnel vision for my show right now but i wanted to tell you about a party going on the nite after it, mercer union‘s new wave party celebrating their new space at 1286 bloor/lansdowne.
owen pallett as beardo playing at 8:30 $40 = preview ticket, open bar $10 = 8pm on, cash bar djs: Jaime Sin (7th Heaven) Produzentin (Hot Nuts) Isabelle Noël
Join us for the hottest art party of the year and help Mercer Union christen its new gallery space at Bloor and Lansdowne! Channeling the spirit of French New Wave cinema, Mercer’s huge reopening party on Bloor will capture the edginess and insouciance of Nouvelle Vague. Think Jean Seberg hawking the Herald Tribune along the Seine, Anna Karina shimmying to a Serge Gainsbourg soundtrack, and bad-boy Jean-Paul Belmondo speeding through Paris on a scooter…Light up a Gauloise and join downtown Toronto’s sexiest anarchists and gamine girls in celebrating the New Wave on Bloor!
preview 6-8, party 8-late tx at rotate this, soundscapes, or through mercer at 416.536.1519 also at the door
still deciding on what colour to paint the cushion/backing.
the installation was supposed to be noon tomorrow, i just called and plead for it to be changed to tuesday, waiting on confirmation. i need the extra day to finish up this shit.
i have a hunchback.
i cannot wait for dinner, 7.45 reservation can’t come soon enough.
cid on squirrel patrol. if he’s napping i go collect him and bring him out to the living room and immediately he knows what’s up. omg i’m turning into one of those guys. pretty soon i’ll have my own cable access television show of all the wildlife that visits the balcony and i narrate their voices like this show i used to watch when i lived in maine. LOSING IT.
it blew! it really did! i dunno if it’s cos we were on the wrong side of town or what but holy underwhelming. so glad i put off doing more work for it ha. handed out NO fliers for my show. but steph and i still had fun, matt had his brother with us for a bit and they are exactly alike i was like there is only room enough for one matt in this town, well in my immediate vicinity really. we went to the library pub for poutine and beers to de-crabby my pants and the cook had just quit that nite, so we had popcorn instead and one of those huge skid beers, but could not stop thinking about poutine.
in other news i paid for some glamour shots for fil and cid.
nuit blanche photos on the way omfg i have so much to do today i am going to explode.
me at the height of my crabby.
unrelated to nuit blanche here is a video of steph drunk and belligerent trying wii fit, matt is passed out cold on the couch while i document all of it and cannot even make words happen other than duuuuuuude and my stupid old man laugh.
ok back to nb…
walking to the first shitty installation.
oh look here it is already.
can i buy that entire thing and put it on the balcony? no? ok then what is the point of all that work? don’t tell me it’s to create discussion, pass.
exactly.
installation 2, a bunch of subarus parked in a snakey line all around the buildings, lit up inside with junk, wasn’t even finished when we showed up. fil could have been a part of it with his car hahaha.
i’m certain the creator has some sort of higher meaning for all of it, man’s dependency on uh, buildings and um?
then immediately beside it a checkerboard dancefloor and slow dance, how, uh, relevant, especially the old timey french music and the christmas outfit.
if you have missed attending any nuit blanche let me sum it up for you, all you need is a spotlight, and then some garbage to dangle above it, aim the beam at a wall, blast some obscure music with people’s voices rambling incoherently over it simultaneously. congratulations you are an artist and you were just granted permission for an installation for next year, you’re welcome. bonus points if you have a fog machine and a mask.
yuh-awn.
actually no this was the height of my crabby.
underwhelming zombies.
the people not in zombie garb were more interesting and funny i found, they tapped this guy on the shoulder and he turned and they acted like they didn’t. also, zombies have cellphones and use them, who knew?
this guy was good.
last nite was the very last nite this sign will ever be lit before they gut the store. i know i’m sad too, toronto landmark sniff.
now here’s some art i like, ironical, straightforward, hip.
we were all in v good moods actually.
then we skidaddled from the group.
home for snl and then go through my old youtube videos, it was really fun for me steph. indeed.
