the mob outside of 421 broome. man that address is going to be famous forever now. i bet there’ll be a doc. or movie called 421 broome.
heath ledger is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and maybe one of the olsen twins was with him! *it was at mary kate’s place i’m sure you’re all doing your own online research by now. signs point to suicide. didn’t see that one coming no no.
also n and eliz are getting married in 2 weeks and she’s not even pregnant (this time)!
this concludes raymi’s breaking news for today.
fil and i made it to the final round of this canadian blog awards thing, i know, total duh! anyway, that conservative smalldeadanimals blog is up against me for best canadian blog yeesh! i don’t expect to win that now thanks a lot, outnumbered by her retarded readers from the start. we don’t want to lose to her again! anyway i am also in two other categories, best humour and best personal blog.
round 2 voting begins tomorrow, hopefully it’s just one vote again.
here is my OZZY flickr set. he was so endearing and kept screaming out I FOOKIN LOVE YOU like a sweet old grandpa and he did leap frog jumps a few times, i turned around and ducked when he hosed the audience, i didn’t get it so bad. he looked at me a lot too and i felt guilty for not knowing any words to his songs. oh well. fun! worth it!
i am uploading rob zombie pictures right now (fantastic!) and then ozzy is next, if you want a sneak peek before i get around to putting them on my blog go to my flickr set. we were in the THIRD ROW CENTRE, i got two guitar picks from the rob zombie bassist, we lost 20 dollars, and we got hosed by ozzy, and i was too flat to flash my tits on screen during ozzy, more on that later.
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i have in my possession a copy of michael azerrad’s CoMe aS YoU ARe, a book i read shortly after kurt cobain blasted his head off, or whenever it was published, there were a flurry of books that rushed bookstores around that time i recall and this was the only one i read, anyway, the dude who was the first guy to receive word about cobain’s death on the fone wrote it, anyway, it’s neat that i finally have a copy. also, i have in my possession the kurt cobain about a son dvd doc. which i will be reviewing and then maybe interview the dude who co-produced it, also azerrad. it is screening at the bloor cinema until THURSDAY. just sharing.
keep refreshing/visitting my flickr cos i keep adding to it.
guess who is going to OZZY tonite and has amazing seats and rob zombie goes on first!?
my sweet lord karaoke video funny cos you can’t see anything but the floor and you’re forced to listen to the butchering, fil was sitting in the back, we just popped in and looky-loo who got to the top of rotation on the spot thanks to christie. it was something special to see everyone swaying really gay and religious-like, i think i found my new swan song. next time i will do it better. i was even doing a cute dance the entire time. le sigh.
cid vs. cid video. i just made a video of him watching this too!
fucking french people. i was waiting for her to get naked, and then she did. i am a genius.
i am on my ancient laptopinator dinosaurface extraordinaire uploading pictures onto flickr and youtubing videos, for some reason my new laptop can’t do it holy shit this laptop is slow no wonder i never went outside before, ha like i go outside now, but you know what i mean, shit takes ten times longer. so prep yourselves for some photos you’ve seen similar to of before, but different! EXTREEEEME!
or you could just go to my flickr on your own yeah?
i like this dodgeball group foto better because my long locks are hiding my gargantuan arms.
ps. whoever the person was who recommended shoot ‘em up in my comments a little while back, please reveal yourself because i have a BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!
after a slew of crappy movies, that guy was icing on the fucking cake, last week’s 48 hour sober party combined with all around feeling terrible, stressed, cabin fever, and then five shittiest movies ever, i don’t know how either of us didn’t commit suicide i really don’t.
fil took this one ONLY because the best vantage was from his side of the car, this is the cemetery we drove to on his motorcycle on one of our first dates.
there is a subaru wrx sti wave that subaru wrx sti drivers do when they pass each other SUPER GAY! fil did it the other day and i didn’t notice then he says did you see what what i just did? no what? then he tells me, then i explode into hysterics. seriously, why give me this ammunition?
dropped in on nana and papa, he’s got a major operation tomorrow or the day after, very nervous about it, trying not to think about it – anyway, i asked him about jack kerouac and if he ever made contact with him, he said he decided to write him but then he died two months later, there was a 9 year difference in age. i asked the exact relation, so i was off a tad this whole time: my papa’s father’s brother’s son’s son was jack kerouac. before i thought it was my papa’s father’s brother’s son. oops. so now i know.
working up (maintaining) a sweat during our break.
this is how i felt after dodgeball. sore very sore. our team was undefeated 4-0 in the first round, then we played the nevernudes, it was very close, but they beat us. my particular dodgeball strategy was to jump up and down on the spot really tiny-like and be as useless as possible until i was the last one standing and then eat up a minute of dodging balls and then get another guy on so he would do all the work and win for us. at one point they were like ok you’re the last one and i went WHAT! and then three balls slammed me. psyched me right out. anyway it was fun i want to do it again next year and i don’t think i will be able to wash my hair or brush my hair for the next three days (arm lifting is tough pain pain pain).
oh and good news i can fit inside a locker with the door closed still.
the balls are made of foam and then coated in a plastic stretchy-like substance and you can squeeze all the air out of them and get this wonky lob when you hurl them, but they are impossible to throw because they are so light and you throw out your arm every time cos everyone was trying to be like rambo, i gave up on throwing cos most of the time my balls would be caught so i just skipped around and made faces at the other teams and laughed at them as they got out. i would put myself maybe at second shittiest on our team of 12, ok maybe 3rd shittiest. i’m good at lasting and catching the ball when i’m not running away from it. fil is really good.
we also had an advantage over every team in our conference because we never had to do a back-to-back game, nor did the andodgimals, and they ended up winning it all.
oh here i am doing my sweet lord at christie‘s bizarro new year’s redux party, we popped in on our way home after the ukula after dodgeball party where i mostly sat like an awkward loner retard at the bar by myself, i think i used up all my overcoming shyness points for the day.
zero people could recognize me from the stupid avril lavigne-like outfit i wore during dodgeball which made me look and feel fat all day long, one guy i am like hey he is like hey i’m like i was on your team he goes oh wow i totally did not recognize you in your clothes. see.
i pee’d a lot cos i was nervous all the time (for winning) and drank a lot of gatorade and water.
next year if we are on mr. dodger’s neighbourhood again i will get a better shirt and be ten pounds lighter.
i got everyone taking turns kissing the big J for luck, it seemed to work.
i wore my run-proof mascara, on top lashes too, impossible to take off, but lasted all day and nite.
some dudes were totally psychotic, not this guy though, he was funny. we didn’t get to play his team chuck norris, or the neon team, or the andodgimals either. the teams we DID play were: cops and dodgers, dodgebots, and the jolly dodgers and then in the play offs we did the dodgebots again and beat them, but then lost to the nevernudes.
shitty blurry picture i was nervous i didn’t know anyone yet, well i knew mike.
the dodgebots, that’s steve, one of the budd twins who put on the budd cup and also his birthday, other twin chris’ bday too. there are three budd brothers, two are twins, one isn’t, they all look identical. confusing.
i am EXCITED for dodgeball in 2 hours! i am also nervous and feeling really shy. here are the rules. if i get hit in the face i’ll get someone out so maybe i will try that. i was just telling fil how in grade school when we played this the class was split in half so it was easier to get away with playing like a little girl by running away from the ball, ducking from it, let everyone else do the work until you’re the last one left and then they just let you win. today is different, there’s 6 people on each team, and we are all wearing costumes (ours is mr. rogers-themed). i have to hurry up and try on fifty different shorts, i want to wear a pair that i can comfortably slip my camera into one of the pockets of during play. i might have to wear a bikini top under my dress shirt cos the one i plan to wear the buttons pop open whenever they want, cardigan-wise i’m all set, and i will wear my jesus tie. oh man oh man oh man i hope we don’t embarrass us, so out of shape and fil can’t aim! apparently there’s a bunch of canadian musicians we will be playing with and against.
