the verdict is in on the sound academy or should i say, the suck academy? holy just KEEDING sensitives. i do possess a theory regarding certain concert holes and what band plays where and why. sure you have your own. basically if you live downtown the proximity of the sound academy to where you would normally hang sucks huge. there’s like not one convenient way to get to it so a portion of your eve is devoted to being slightly PISSED OFF. that’s city talk though. now i’m in suburban zone so nothing really applies to me anymore. now i can talk shit all i want.
BUT they (sound academy) have moosehead cans that are teeny tiny retro-seeming. they fit in your teeny tiny hands like this.
and they fit on teeny tiny ledges too. oh yeah another thing about the sound academy is the all ages lack of separation, hence the wristband scene but sometimes you just don’t feel like getting blasted beside a 13 year old and their dad, and their mom cos i spend way too much time observing people and making little assumptions, scoping out vibes that may or may not be there. i need my people simple, straight forward. no mysteries please. in summation, i go out on the town to get shitty with shitheads, not familyland. that’s like being baked and skyping your grandma.
got cruised by a d-bag right there at the corner of that bar, then i turned him down but his friend still gave him “mad props” for it. i can’t even remember what i said. it was tactful at least. had to pee so badly on the way in by the time we got to the wristband dude of course the chick ahead of us only has a birth certificate, no photo id, and me knowing wristband lurch wants a minute of flirt power i butt in and said can you please just check ours i don’t have time for this shit. my bladder was about to erupt and i was prepared for a show down if the guy made me wait one second longer, plus it was freezing. seriously winter, you fuckin’ suck. how many times have i said suck so far in this post? i really don’t think i added the s-word to that demand but dave insists i did, and truth be told it was pretty fucking cool of me.
the bathroom was a delight.
very big on the neopolitan ice cream paint job. don’t pretend you aren’t.
wild animal winter hair.
on it.
ok?
GOT ME AGAIN DAD!
finally a scholar.
Fahahahaha ok ali g.
where?
couldn’t even make out what it was your eyeliner was agreeing with.
i love you.
cousin it came to town to see what was goin’ down.
does that one include rape you stupid fucking numbskull?
cool, two of you, went over your face too.
not that i drank too much or anything but if you want to save money, hide out in the bathroom for a little bit. you will save at least 6 dollars, plus tip. i’m so suzanne orman right now.
hot.
you’re a poem unwritten and you don’t even know it.
then i got sicked out for myself and left.
partied with vincent gallo for a bit, wondered why he was dressed in paint by numbers hipster gear.
right down to his perfectly trashed just so vans but more importantly if he “gets” “it” why is he talking to a girl wearing long sleeves and, what is that thing? that thing is summer, those sleeves are not. please don’t do that to my brain or my eyes ever again.
so many feelings it all around us.
double fister was NOT a cool story at all. he was “moshing” and threw himself into us, namely me, while i was making a video. he almost got a thump for it too.
that’s it from the funny farm for now. have a nice weekend.
oh before you go here look at this photo from kz. it is a metaphor for my life at present. THINK ABOUT IT. ok no more jokes for a week. joke ban in effect starting NOW.
here’s something new i learned. dogs don’t like the musical stylings of beirut. they don’t like strings or appreciate accordians or weird flutes either.
hey look, mother of the year award this is going straight to why the fuck do you have a kid? she stayed all nite long til past midnite, daughter crying and all, super loud side stage. i mean, knew it was an all ages show but COME ON. if you can’t get a sitter DON’T GO TO A CONCERT and if concerts are your priority and you’re that young then you probably SHOULDN’T HAVE A KID.
don’t know what to tell you. things are different now. was couch surfing for awhile there, then at my dad’s, then moved around the corner to dave’s place, made more sense. more space. no parents.
let me show you around i guess.
after this ikea pit stop, of course.
it was not meatball day (2 for 1) and they didn’t have lox either. i swear normally they serve these dewds with rosti potatoes. or they just do it differently in the burbs.
extreme close up.
WINE NOT?
atmospheric.
thank god for my lists. cruising ikea baked list in-tow, is still pretty confusing. for one of us at least.
free soft drink pass why am i showing this?
dave said i got a dirty look. finally someone witnesses. he shot back one at the biddy.
red theme on the horizon.
such a great print.
twice even.
sigh faint etc.
well hello there sneaky christopher.
SOLD! (next time)
not feeling the ikea scene much.
wait what, which way?
comin’ for ya.
DREAM BED.
rock of love (pepe) jeans thanks mom. i made fun of them and she said NO they’re expensive! then called me an idiot. ok then you win. like being expensive somehow justifies the tacky (in these jeans’s defense i dunno, growing on me plus compliment city) as by how everyone in yorkville dresses. JUST because it’s pricey doesn’t mean it’s tasteful. money cannot purchase a sense of style.
christmastown!
it’s never too soon for making money eh. stretch those season shopping days out as far as you can.
not even surprised.
same tired shit, ikea.
hearts everywhere. bought duvet/comforter set to match those things AND red velvet drapes i have always pined for some ever since a nite after kokie’s (rip) in this greenpoint basementish loft, floor-to-ceiling heavy solid red velvet drapes and i mental-noted it there on the spot, high as a kite. wow, rather sharey right now eh. yikes.
it does feel a little soonish.
taking photos of ikea lights is pretty fun. avoided that room entirely though, felt too spacey and rushed.
welcome to gayland. my new room.
got some mad red probs.
let me tell you i was NOT made for duvets, stuffing them into their homes, rather. comforters? what the hell. that’s like a 3 person job.
what’s that on the side table?
should have waited to put drapes up before taking pics. next project. getting home with ikea goods and immediately setting it all up requires a special kind of mania.
cool operator.
oh my god think you get the point the joke just died. i kill jokes.
my biggest fan. speaking of.
another room i cleaned and constructed. in the suburbs there are these things called HOUSES and they have many rooms, like, four even! so many possibilities. that’s a snake behind the couch.
shoulda seen it before.
this was on another wall, had to move it cos i walked into an antler and basically gave myself a shiner. it really fucking hurt.
my huge mural i have to iron flat. nice to look at from the couch and remember how much of a mental case i was in 2004.
doggy gate. no babies!
there’s zany rustic hippie stoner cottagey crap all over the joint. you must visit.
i’ll make you a snack even.
downstairs john, shelf above toilet.
same bathroom. raymi painting on the right beautifully executed by liz.
i love this girl. it was her birthday yesterday. here’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen or may of heard about before but mainly it’s for her. in a subtle way she changed my life. props on that.
dressing up fancy for the legion masquerade.
here she is owning me at foosball. she’s had more practice. i used to be alright at this. kinda majorly lying right now. i mean i used to be good at fluking it. how i get thru life basically.
i would fight a ninja for that right now.
they said i brought the emo with me. people who indulge you in your humour and dumb jokes are the best people there are. never lose them.
hi-tech.
not cheap.
so worth it.
GAH! thurston followed us for a bit to outfox a fox. true story. this cat is probably smarter than you city slickers.
high art. carhole art. speaking of, this is how you carhole jam. hang tight ’til the end haha.
so wasted, such good people. you know what’s awesome? NOT being in the city for long stretches and not caring about shit you thought was supremely important at one point in time.
though, it’d be nice to be 20 again.
what a loud evening hahaha.
that’s the man you can thank/blame everything for.
root beer schnapps frosty beers my face just salivated.
bacon vodkas. these kids, these skidly kids took care of raymi. here’s us making the bacon vodka can’t wait for foodies to be up all over my youtube vid. we watched a tutorial of a buncha geeks doing bacon vodka shots and whining about it. wtf guy, booze is a skill.
seriously the best caesar you will ever have. here’s what i said on youtube about it: kinda gross eh but kinda amazing once you drink it in a BLT (bacon lettuce tomato) caesar when you’re hung/drunk/givin’er in Thunder Bay. to make: pour bacon grease in mason jar of vodka, let room chill a bit before placing in freezer or whatever place it right in, next day pour thru coffee filter, removing fat from vodka. make a caesar. you’re welcome.
happy birthday gorgeous one, free spirit most genuine girl who constantly blows my mind. miss you. i love makin’ you laugh omg gay freefall…………
boogie town.
i arrived skinny. that’s my airplane shirt. then the day i left i got skinny again. being a woman, fluctuating bloat is such a thrill. eating and drinking like a wild animal helps tons.
she wore that shirt the day we first met. i think i briefly wore that one too before i had to change seven more times. another “thing” of mine steph patiently tolerates.
getting there. belt needs colour and i think some silver all around to jazz it up. looks good where it’s hung beside this huge old diesel mural i’ve held on to since 2004. had two of them, one i put up on my old wall when i was living with my dad and when i got home it was taken down. too much for that room maybe?
here’s the photo i jacked off google to draw by.
see now that stupid branch makes sense. idiot.
deleting from desktop ahhhhhhhhh release.
i have ten pictures of madonna (as evita) waiting to be chiseled down some, commissioned painting since forever when now? don’t worry sheena.
something to aspire to. just watch this right now. so infectious.
well that can’t be topped, today’s a bust. why even bother?
painting my finch canvas, feel pretty underwhelmed by it. un-blowing your own mind, humbling. i’m so dying all over myself for these awesome rad paint skills right now! more coffee stat.
pumpkin pie brownies i got a teeny taste of.
those cupcakes were gone in seconds. don’t intend on having one of your own if you attend a baby party.
wow. i guess this is what happens when you read my blog for 7 years. v flattering, thanks lisa.
i made this for you. i hope you like. the quality is kind of shitty, because i had to keep compressing. anyway, you’re a doll. Happy Tuesday to you.
xox
gahaha so hard trying to watch it with a straight face. you’re the best lisa! that’s so touching.
so the naybe kids aren’t gonna be fucksticks any longer now that they got a good eyeball on the new chick next door and how lamely she boards the cul-de-sac infinitely leagues and leagues of awesome she is.
i definitely feel very teenagery again. regression, enjoy it for what it is, when it is.
