My newfy friend Brad is finally releasing his new solo album after a really really really long time of being in bands and figuring out what would suit him best. He decided to go solo about a year ago and everything’s kind of blown up since. Like all other newfies who so much as pick up an instrument, his rising newftastical star will be up there puh-retty soon, heard it here first. He won a spot in the top 8 at Indie Week competing against over 170 bands and walked away with 25 hours of recording time as a prize. He’s already booked interviews with several major news outlets who have taken interest to him, his EPK even airing to over 500,000 people on the NTV Entertainment Report (NTV as in Newfoundland TV). Britt directed it too so check it out below to see my talented pals. Ps. Brad your posture sucks j/k. PPS. Nice jean jacket where did you get it 1982 Triple ps. I see you walking in and out of the Gibson showroom a lot.
THAT VIDEO IS GORGEOUS I am coming to Newfoundland with ya Britt in the Spring. Or summer. You can’t stop me. Quebec again too. And then somewhere in the French Riviera and other european places. Can’t wait.
Being my pal I am obviously going to perhaps bore you with details but the first song is absolutely wicked. Reminds me of Ryan Adams meets City and Colour. So that being said, have a listen and if you are so inclined to want a download of this single that he also got a MuchFact video grant for you can pre-order the album on bandcamp http://bradfillatre.bandcamp.com but all info and updates are located on his official facebook page http://www.facebook.com/bradfillatremusic Ahh what a sweet boy you are, proud of you bro!
And for old time’s sake here I am running in Dundas Valley at 26 years of age to one of Brad’s songs from another band, The Evelyn Room. Britt directed that one too.
*Ps. and even though the newf is depicted as the stupid one in all these newfy jokes, he should win in all these deserted island scenarios cos he’s already been stranded on an island, a COLD one, for many years his entire f*cking life. DUH.
Oh shut up Brad. That’s our thing when we get pisswasted together, and he usually starts it and I finish it and don’t let him forget it. Another good one of his is, “WHATEVER RAYMI!” HAhaah then we shove each other around. Then Britt fell in a snow bank and he steered her on to a bus and she goes, “It was odd because, I never take buses.” No shit Sherlock.
We had to get milk. I dressed like it was a runway competition aka like Aladdin. We’ll be back here tomorrow for more B roll footage and scene shots. Exciting.
Jump suit!
LOL. Doot doot doo what am I a chimney sweep? YES!
It’s hard taking pictures with your left and the touch screen. I have always had secret tattoo agendas to have just a tiny part peeping out, on Blythe it’s her cute barbie legs. Now this wrist, a tail. I can put it over my face like those STUPID moustache tattoos lol. Just kidding I can haz not be a hater.
Stella gets Queen/Dufferin nervous so I thought I’d sort her nerves out by getting her all riled up at the dog run and turns out the dog walking freaks were there and their big bully dogs it was a hilarious time.
Cool order, flickr.
We saw them before at the park and Stella wanted to play so I walked us near pretending to be following Stella, which, I was. But they seemed too official and it was harshing my mellow so we bounced, “Mummy has to work.”
It’s nice to get out for a bit in the morning I love it. They were all teaming up on the labradoodle, cos he’s the “constant” of the pack and they all want to fight for pack dominance. Dog world is like in the wilds. I liked seeing the curly one get attacked, he liked the attention anyway. My shoes got muddy and I got to pick up Stella’s crap using a purple bag with mini white hearts dotted all over it cos the other dog freak needed my bag for his gargantuan dog crap yeah thanks pal! Lol. I almost got taken out by the running stampede herd 30 times cos I was in the tiny through-high-traffic way. I feel like a fraud with all these dog folk and inwardly panic that they will find me out about being a dog newb plus Stella doesn’t help me out at all in any shape or form when she gets spooked and rips me down the street like the Apocalypse is after her. Bye guys see ya later!
Not bad eh.
There’s some real artists out there.
Lady Garbage was licking My Friend. It was adorably retarded and I missed capturing the action. They’re so modest.
Rick put these all together by hand. He showed me once.
I have an Ikea idea lets get a new fucking mirror!
I am going to Sarah Connor my tricep it’s going to be disgusting.
THIS IS WHAT MEIN BRAIN LOOK LIKE O_o! AGH! lolll
Can you imagine getting punched in the face by me now! The last thing you see before darkness is the slinky minx tail, pow. That’ll look good in work out videos.
Courtney is a hot mess right now, Teacher and I had a fight. I needed a breather so we went out as trainwrecks last night and I brought Courtney to Jupiter. We also went to the Thompson as well, which is a whole other planet unto itself lol. Saw Odie, Stephen was holding us up so we missed him, “I want to introduce you to Lanny! Order drinks on me.” like fifty texts sorry missed you Courtney and I looked like lesbian slobs. Everyone was staring it was hysterical. We started out at the Caddy and it was all downhill from there.
Google this word and THEE SHALL FIND ME.
Serious Unicorn brains in a jar.
All spilled out OMG no. I got a million other pics of these with flash from another hang out there.
Speaking of trainwrecks what do you think about Courtney’s (lol not my Courtney, LOVE, Courtney) latest thing on stage? Man she hates Grohl but I think what she meant about food off Frances’ table she meant her own, right? And sorry maybe the one redeeming thing about you once was Kurt so lay off the poor sod holding up the photo of him.
That’ll show ya to get in ma grill all damn day #dogownerhumour I’ll take you to the dog run and have all these dinosaur sized dogs chase the hell out of you then terrify you under the Dufferin bridge aww she’s all curled up in a sunbeam on the couch now.
Ok one more can’t get enough.
We were going to throw this out. May come in handy.
And this candle is from the night we drank Jack Daniels, that green one is from the Pinot Noir and so on.
Bright colours bring brightness in to your life.
Next up, Harth Fest part II mess!
Ha ha what a party slut. I WAS WORKING! It. That’s for sure.
Dude, is that a cod piece?
What happens at HarthFest Stays at Harth Fest. Kind of.
Weird shit at 9 o’clock. Check it, man in the overalls.
If I don’t see you my owl will. YES O’RLY!
Welcome to the it looks like I only wear two t-shirts ever blog! When you capture an entire day in one outfit, that happens.
He’s like, serenity now. Ha. We drive each other insane.
Drug feathers.
Giddy-uppa. Teacher’s second was boozier.
Love it.
A little AC/DC does it yeah.
Nice sunny day.
Ugh I hate curly hair on me, like poodles. Pewdles.
Taking photos to text Ren to illustrate where on my arm it was going.
Yo chillax impending doom.
We all looked like shrunken kids on this low/tall couch i love that shit, very Marie Antoinette.
Then we went to Mildred’s. Again. We are stalking her. Having a restaurant entity (persona is gauche) talk to you is funny. HIVE MINDS. Nice purse Tarek.
Back to Gladstone brunch. Bit underwhelmed. But trying to eat like less of a pig.
This is Bechnique, the snake skinner garbage truck death defier. Holla!
Last seats in the house and pretty spectacular. We were a spectacle. Saw a woman wipe out cutting through kitchen, oh embarrassing. We talked to everyone who filled up their bottles, everyone complimented my shirt it was not the aloof duck out dining experience had planned for.
Kitchen seats.
Ordered the roast chicken biryani to share.
And nachos. Pigs.
Spying on our place from hers. Neato.
I do love their presentation. There’s beans beneath this and salsa, and cheese. Did you see the Foodie episode of Simpsons last night? Hilarious. Made fun of bloggers and foodies. Hahassholes. Lots Raymism type humour. “Communal sitting with hipsters” and METHtaurant.
Little Lord Fantleroy joke for the eight millionth time. It’s ok to rip yourself off.
Lols? Yikes? if you put it in the news does it make it real?
Now this, is darling.
He got mad at me for asking him to move his head but then I got that cute chick hardcore blinking so it was worth tolerating.
Isn’t this so Swiss Chalet-y? High-end Yuletide. Absolutely Delish. Now I want to watch PeeWee’s Christmas. I have a long list if Chrismas films we have to watch. I am the Rainman of Christmas.
The Chorizo Nachos. YUM.
And grilled calamari. Thai coconutty flavour. So good.
Obscene gobs of guac, sour cream (thick), salsa, scallions, wonton chips. We died.
It was a massacre. I think the chef has a crush on me, I think that about everyone though, I am gregarious and people gravitate toward me. He chatted us up, see, I am irresistible. I was Suicidal Saturday (mumble mouth) so it was an excellent conversation I have no recollection of. Party on Wayne! I will get in trouble if I said I am kind of Ryan Gosling in that crazy stupid love movie (or could be) so, there. lol. #ducks. It’s going in the Minx book. I’m a businesswoman ok, I have agendas.
Excellent looking plate there. Yuletide as they knew my secret massive christmas penchant.
See I was a slob. I attempted curly hair and I turned into a gina.
And then I got trapped in a conversation about reverse osmosis water versus still or flat? If you’re not eating then you can tell the difference but why would you go to a restaurant to just drink water? We were on snark mach ten from DTD we had a lot of fun sitting there. Doesn’t it look like we are at a ski resort ikea cafeteria in the future? Now I want to watch The Island.
Hot pepper Mojito (gets you ALIVE) and a Kraken, why they smash the hell out of the umbrellas I think it’s to be post modern anti-tacky. This isn’t Muriel’s Wedding.
I live in the Emerald City. La La La reality sucks.
Let’s do this.
Alice in wonderland cozy little nook over there. Trippy.
Coupla these guys too no biggie.
Loving it more and more.
Oh hi welcome back.
Love xmas shopping. I want to move to whoville. Guess what songs I’m including for our xmas burlesque showcase!?!??!?! Mr. Grinch, the opening of national lampoon’s xmas vacation. No more spoilers.
She’s the one we call my friend. She loves me we are gay best friends and she jumps on my chest at night and sleeps in my face and we think is part retarded cos she jumps in the shower too, sink FULL OF WATER and other dumb stuff. Half her tail is missing she is kind of dwarfed like a flopsy bunny. See how gay I am?
Nice one Ren.
To dinner.
Only once we clean up this dump do we get rewarded with more junk. That is my policy on clutter and frivolous spending.
Zombies.
Emotistic.
Oh my god how many more months of this weather? I need a Steve Zissou miracle.
LOL. Ren has two black cats, what is this the Matrix? Why do you need TWO black cats? I asked her. I am very amused by myself.
Bean!
Ha ha when this school is done with your dog he could be a four-star chef!
I said to Lucas, now I guess everyone will know that I am a slut. Yes he snickered. Wrong. They will think that, then ask, and then get cornered in to a twenty minute conversation about my blog, entire life, social media and virtual sales. Or mythical creatures known as the minx, and why men are stupid.
You can’t outminx a minx!
We forgot to dump Teacher’s iphone so he uploaded all of these for me already. Yay! I have not seen any of these yet myself. I am not even touching mystery camera, that thing stresses me out I know there’s at least 200 randoms on it. They’ll be good of course.
Just like that. Ren did my Blythe doll. Ren is also my nickname from High School. Ren’s friends think she tattooed herself on my arm cos the doll kinda looks like her. I am fine with that, as long as it’s a cute girl on my arm doesn’t matter her face.
“3a”? lol. ps. yes that is a newf accent coming out of Ren you’re hearing.
The pain comes and goes.
Great job Renita, love it so much, have barely been able to look at it cos it is hidden from my view.
The day began like this I guess, as all days do. Trollin’ then we be rollin’.
Lining it up took a little while, is it straight, it MUST cover the scar but it can’t wrap too much we want a clean line. Remember, the bad ones hurt forever ha ha.
Look it’s BEAN! She is a teacup Brussels Griffin and I am obsessed with her. Describing Bean to Teacher I said, she is like an adorable down syndrome bat and you will DIE. Completely takes tat fears away.
Renita just keeps getting cuter and cuter.
Decided not to fill in, ran out of time and patience and I like the simpleness of it, I’ll think on it awhile whether I even want to ever fill it in. The burn scar lends a detail dimension to the tail. I likey. Corinna and Adam were like, get THE LAST MINX which I almost went for (it’s the title of the story where Raymi was invented, uber-“meaningful” right).
Legit clean pro set-up. I lucked out on knowing Ren. We have a good laugh and it blows my mind the history behind us, in the sense of time I mean, how many years has it been now? Dunno.
I’ll be adding more to this blog post so keep checking back when this Mughnday is gettin’ ya down. XOXO!
Hi welcome to, what is that society of ret hat wearing peeps, ahh the Guardian Angels, vigilantes who dish out street justice to bad guys, which I guess is pretty apt cos I involve myself in other people’s business quite often.
One time out front of Mitzi’s with Lucas and Mel was a good one, I wasn’t wearing a red hat though. A guy goes, “Oh, and the women, always gotta chime in.” Which Mel and I appropriated for weeks thereafter and howled. Dude got racially about asians and Luc is part filipino, and wasted and cannot let shit go so we blasted this drunk who was aggressive and barky and his pal had to hold him back. I can’t remember what I screamed at him.
Are you picturing five hot chicks in red berets breaking into a house right now too?
Seriously what is my problem with pink nail polish and losing a bottle every time I buy a new one?
Arranging that hat is no easy feat I always end up looking like one of the vintage campbell’s soup chef kids all puffed up ugh.
Meanwhile. See the candle wax splat?
And how my gold eyeshadow made it over there? Welcome to the funny farm. These guys are jerks.
Pillow fight? Props work. #cewebrity tips.
I need to work out more.
Only got the brilliant idea to maybe learn how to walk/dance in my new heels halfway through this creative session. Doye. It’ll be a slow gradual process.
Tattoo appt in less than two hours eeek. Going to cover up that burn mark on my arm, courtesy of jerk chicken BBQ night.
A day with Raymeh sure is exciting. Going to start wearing the coonskin hat soon. Super cold out now.
Cat hair looks like pine needles. Maybe someone will vacuum now. Two cats and a dog. Hair everywhere drives me CRAZY. HINT! Thanks ex wife!
Bringing hot mess back, though I dunno if it ever left. Me.
My justice is swift.
Say goodbye bare arm. Time to do a billion tricep extensions now.
We did a couple silly dance videos last night before going out to dinner. And a Second edition of the Raymi and Stella show.
I’ve gotten a bit more hair breakage at the top of my head. I wish I knew this beforehand. Platinum is very high maintenance.
Be versatile. See how I always look different, like, my head is shaped like a plum pit and I look like a skeleton/Skull face with my massive nostrils. That’s an ugly haute couture look. I make shit up for a living it rules.
Yowzers.
MARK, Your scary girlfriend is here! Tell her I’m not home. SHE HEARD YOU! ACK! O_O
Super hard to walk in. I need to practise, maybe I’ll do that while I have a dance party for one and do triceps.
We are going to get a mirror and put it behind the couch so I can look up at myself and not have stupid pictures like these all the time.
Thanks for the pants Lois! Love you and them!
I look flawlessly old and young here. There. Ok Bye bye. Have a nice day.
I feel like writing another saucy Minx guide. What present day issue do my fellow Little Raymis want some tough love advice wisdoms on? Fashion, Dating, Minxing. I shall put on my thinking cap.
Lois, that’s good Little Raymi work, nice pose! Gangster confidence hipster girl art party stance. You kind of look like a ninja too, extra credit.
Medieval door knockers and candlestick lanterns by every door. I love the whimsy. If I could live in fantasy world (duh I think everyone would like to) forever I would. Disney, Peter Jackson, whatever.
As usual, there is always a crowd of various size gathered around the shit show, which is why I’m grinning like so. (there may be some repeats, consider what you previously saw already sneak peek generosities).
Lois is all, I am OUT of here. Why does Tracey think she is on the home shopping network all the time?? Can someone hire her please? (no seriously she is crafty).
Nice robe but you immediately turned into Mom hag from sexy cougar when we got back, just saying. Then Lois repeated it too aww. There is nothing like royal blue.
I am a hot mess.
We got busted by some staff, giving us our check out papers at 4 in the morning and Lois played it all casual. I was at least wearing normal clothes and my jacket. Pretty sure they enjoyed watching us on surveillance.
Waving Sayonara to them bitches.
I want to go see Beauty and the Beast again. I guess I can settle for Medieval Times.
More salad less carbs next time please.
I didn’t want to jump in too quickly and make the camera fall over the bridge into the moat and two seconds wasn’t enough, the ten seconds shot looked like crap.
I love Christmas. And that is what I call it and that is how I will wish it.
Mom got a lighter, better pic.
Sleeping Beauty, first morning.
HOT!
HOT MESS HOT!
MUNICH HOT!
Teacher got them both bday gifts. Classy move, dude. Cowabunga! (he hates when I call him dude so I made up a burn for him to get me with when I say it).
But will she keep it?
Princesses and the pea. I have to switch to silk pillowcases for my hair to protect from breakage :(, legit princess now.
I want to go to Belgium.
It didn’t feel like Etobicoke.
I have my mom’s underwear I bought her on my head. Matches that leopard baby doll, I have matching bikini versions of the same print.
Looks good on me but I have too many things and I never wear it.
Let the elder gals be young at heart forevs I say and am a total enabler for that.
Gave my mom one of my Stevie Nicks-type cape dresses, a size 2. It’s massive. I have one like it already.
o_O
A true Cougar. The clerk here tried to stop us taking pics, which I know is not allowed but the way she did it was NOT cool. So I asked, and why does it reflect “poorly on the store” exactly? She could not clarify. Fear flickered in her eyes when she read my tone and I saw her thoughts, “Who did I just piss off?” Icily, I said, “Mom, lets go.” and mom gave me a look like ooh I missed out on a good one. Tracey loves drama. I do not let people get away with snotty retail posturing, nuh uh, not looking for a fight but if you fling out a catty waft I will throw it back at you to let you know I am paying attention. When is Larry David going to invite me over for tennis?
I am going to create the most gorgeously insane Christmas tree ever this year. Dad, are my decorations at your place?
Mom said I looked like the witch that Dorothy’s house landed on, felt like that, that bender hit me like a ton of bricks. Lying in bed anticipating check out is a restless sleep cos my stuff is all over the hotel room. Turns out check-out wasn’t til 12. THANKS LOIS. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE YOU!!)
Speak of the Angel, breakfast was included so she went and raided it for us the lovely little hoarder and we sat around recounting the crimes of last night in our beautiful hangover bunker mistresses of the universe sitting room. It was nice to know that I was not so far from home and could sloth around the place til my Teacher Nurse got home TGIF. What a fun week.
If you see me doing this stance it means your ass is about to be kicked.
Next time, Vegas.
Suicide Shoppers. Two peas in a pod.
I want to go to the English countryside. I have family who always bug me to come visit. Dad lets do it!
By the time we checked-out I was a pro at maneuvering the luggage cart.
We don’t miss a thing.
Neat. Having a wedding here would be a party indeed.
We had our own “the Keg” going on haha.
What is this Ab Fab? Lois, your hair is killing me. Also can you give me that bitch cougar from your group’s FB so I can send her a psychotic message about comparing me to Deirdre from Cornation Street from two or three Halloweens ago. What a sly slag eh? Some of the people in my mom and Lois’ crew are lethal and mean, desperate.
They were all fighting over this dude, well, guess who won? Meow.
Yum.
Yup.
When everyday is kind of New Year’s Eve-ish, NYE has a lot to live up to.
This was about 4 in the morning. I pushed my mom around lightning fast and she pissed her pants. It was very exhilarating for her. This is typical Kerouac behaviour. Live a little or a lot.
Welcome to Raymiality. It’s a preferred state of being, existing on a higher plane of consciousness. Kind of like this.
Recognize the chick next to Lois?
HA ha on our way to check out, I’m a little rough.
Gorgeous.
She has big jugs so the L might not work, didn’t come in XL. Mom just try it, you look smaller when you wear smaller and THEN you GET smaller too because you become more body-size conscious. Skinny Raymi Tip.
Love it.
Ok so we all know I’m a thrill seeker and turbo fitness adrenaline junky? Guess how fast I must’ve been clocking if Tracey pissed herself. From one end of the floor to the other.
I love this shirt and I love how Lois first read it aloud (she’s an ex teacher) in her spectacles and phonetically sounding out ho ho homeboy lol. Some of my potty mouth has rubbed off on Lois, ahaha and she has chosen some choice phrases as her top three favs, care to guess? Of all the offensive and crude funny Raymisims on tap…
Three words on these delicious hot peppers: Ring Of Fire. I say no more. OOh lets listen to some Johnny Cash now.
Technical phone picture taking difficulties.
Sending off Lois’ cousin Paula out front we could see her bobbing around the room and spied for awhile. It was a full moon, almost, and it felt appropriate. Is that our room though? Must be I think we would be the only ones up at 4 in the morning doing this right now. Good point.
Good score those heels yes we’re all very excited.
This was actually scary a little, and my waitress was like are you ok??? Some geezer before had had a seizure from the surprise attack sparklers HA but I was just taking the piss, she believed me, once bitten twice shy, ‘n that.
Okay holy shit Martha Stewart give it a rest.
Linen service stresses me out but I like to treat fine dining like a burger joint, nothing in life is too posh for me or you, it just stresses me out a little cos it reminds me of like 500 fancy dinners from child/teenagehood past which is like, when you introduce two ADD snarky hell-raising kids to fine dining it’s unavoidable that “something” is gonna go down. It’s like dumping gasoline on a fire or when principal Skinner bends over to tie his shoe for forever in front of Bart, a recovering alcoholic moving into an apartment across from a liquor store and so on. Walking in to the Old Squire Inn, my brother and I look at each other with “are you kidding me?” looks on our faces lol countdown to Dad hissing, cut it out under his breath with psycho eyes at us ahahha. Those were the days, miss my grandfolks and the Old Squire is long gone now, some kind of plaza has been built on that land.
Reading our bill and the dude is right there too, he was a good sport. Mom was killing herself stifling embarrassed giggles.
Memories of Miami.
I spy a little sleeping Beauty action.
Mum, someone wanted to know where your witch boots came from.
Tracey is my ultimate SWF.
Ooh Sylvia love those pants, dressed to kill. So mad they bungled up our tables. The place was dripping with men, Lois repeated my statement and then we giggled for a long time over it. I almost caked my mom for throwing an ice cube at my nose (it hurt!) she is a bully and acts out for attention when she gets ripped, I am Snow White and she is the wicked Queen BAhahaha. She said, then it would have been a cake fight if I did. HA.
Aw poor stressed out look on that chick’s face. She was very good and so were we. Glad I wasn’t privy to whatever Tracey was doling out to get us two free bottles of Veuve.
Girls, is my nail polish in one of your junk bags from that end pile of gift bags at the Keg?
Mom can you super zoom in or email me the original?
Shivering like mad here.
I find these dogs to be ugly and I have disdain for fluffy hair on dogs, it’s a “thing” for me I also hate tiny dogs with fluffy hair they’re so fruity, sorry, also I heard that poodles have anger issues too and they’re always shifty and freaky, see this is why I have a thing. It’s a status dog too, an ugly puffy aggressive like a swan freak. Doesn’t it look like a demon from Hell?
We could only push it from one way, lots of U-turns and yelling in the hall and giggling.
Another one for the books. 4 Birthdays, the Knight’s table, Society chicks who take no prisoners.
Georgia and I walked together to the bathroom, the entire gauntlet of the Keg and her in that Cameron Diaz from the Mask Dress and my figure skater unitard and catwalk heels, we made a few fan clubs along the way to which Georgia said, oh is that what I heard? A doll!
Cornelia looks like Prescilla Presley and is super chill. Dig her.
I am proud I didn’t have any dessert, I have been a pig lately.
Lois has a signature drink. That is so Punk Rock of you. Did you used to bang Slash or something? WICKED!
Small world, these are the Wine Ladies. I horrified them with tales about how I apparently am too old now, SO OLD LOOKING. Georgia was appalled.
Nice moon.
Have a nice night!
Happy Birthday Lois and have a great time tonight at the Bond Jovi thing LOL.
