Oh, Ukraine. Thanks.
Anastasiya Shpagina (a.k.a Fukkacumi), from Ukraine.The 19-year-old hair stylist uses extreme makeup techniques and costumes to transform herself into a real-life anime character. “I’m not a like a doll, a doll is like me,” she writes on her vk.com (a European version of Facebook) page. Lots of other dreamy stuff on it too.
Ok well like I am actually going to do that myself I mean I’d love to but, all thumbs.
“Real” blog post coming right up.
I want to know more about this scene. I will happily call it a world, as I too dabble in alter-egoism, been playing Superman/Clark Kent myself since forever. I get it, I like it and with the injection of mainstream or, bettering of the cos- why for the play? Do tell.
Much thanks to Katherine Curtis for this interview. Very insightful and perfect for Halloween month.
Much love from one alter-ego to another,
What’s up wizards!
Friday started a little something like this.
WTF is this How I met your Mother?
I love drag shows. I am jealous of them because if a real woman got up and impromptively lip-sank to a tune NO ONE would watch, everyone would think she’s insane and the women would crumple in to a humongous pile of self consciousness midway-through. AWWWKWARD.
Ha.
It was one of those surprise party nights. They have a raffle and someone randomly wins a huge birthday party prize pack (decorations, cake, like instantly that night it becomes YOUR birthday party!!) and one time Bech won. We didn’t win this night but it was exciting waiting for the raffle. What? It was! Shut up.
Speaking of awkward? Hotkward.
I look like doctor doo-little with that teeny pink doctor purse. Statement purse.
Local neighbourhood action watch. Watch us not give-a!
Baby crib. Nuit night? Can’t tell it was a very relaxing and partytastical weekend and both days kind of bleed in to one another also our repeat outfits. Lots of waffling, waffle pants, shirt. We did not make or eat any waffles I regret to inform you. Ate everything else though.
We have a theme-song to The Raymbecca Show BTW. The beginning of the jingle hits when we are on our bikes NON-SEX-UAL LEZ-BIAN LIFE PARTNERS IN CRIME deedly dee. Hahhaa. I am cross-eyed here as a bonus.
We biked to brassvixens through all the drunk nuit blanche stuff. We gave’r on Friday like all hustlas do so it was a Christmas beeracle we made it out at all Saturday. Drunk Zombies everywhere. Every city person I know or blog I read was all kinda over it but I loved it. I planned to storm Nuit like a Raymicane but it just didn’t happen so we shared a lovely time with Shannon instead, who hadn’t gone out for 2 days herself so she was up to get (moderately) down.
Wore my klimt pants regardless in case some Warhol scene was going to happen to me. BE PREPARED RAYMSCOUTS!
I’m going to start working on my routine for poletergeist soon. It’s going to be fun.
Going to be an awesome Halloween party! Come on out.
I don’t think I will be able to do the climbing upside down gyrating move by then (1:06) but it’s cool that someone told me on twitter that all strippers use the weekend songs for their sets now that I am in to the weekend bahah. I am so into the weekend right meow. Anyway I am going to do an homage to Today’s Special in my performance I SAY NO MORE. It’s going to be radular so that’s one Halloweenis party you must attend at some point.
You like 2 Broke girls? I got yer two broke girls right here. Ha. It was slapstick comedy intensity all W/E long.
Nuit Blanche or garage sale?
I asked that aloud to Raymbecca because obviously the merchant running this gypsy sale was full-Parkdale. Rebecca LAUGHED SO HARD.
And then the is it a Yellow Santa or a Wizard? game began. Yellow Santas cannot resist sitting right beside Rebecca on the streetcar.
Second brunch at The Lakeview. I drank mine. Pics of first brunch when I get around to it. I got a free mimosa because bees were after me. I figured out the most novel food discount ever: get dive-bombed and attacked by bees. I am serious! And I didn’t even complain or ask for anything free, nada they just waved my mimosa. I had to run inside though because there was a hornet on me my food it was embarrassing because everyone at the Drake has to hipster-behave but I was like, excuse me there is a bee chasing me. The guys to my left finally helped with a rolled-up newspaper. The server was like, are you sure just one because there are lots of bees on the patio. I was like there’s MORE!!!?? And there were. Like three more. Stupid goes, did you shower?? YES! Fuck everyone! All I was wanted was brunch and it was turned in to a Martin Short sketch. I don’t know why I even bother getting surprised or frustrated by shit anymore, it is always raining down on me I should just surf. Cool what’s next life?
No, not that.
Ahh happy place :). We had a private Nuit Blanche. Like a boy’s club in a totally pink girly club exactly what the doctor ordered. Shannon we love you!
Trying to get her on the Gangnam bandwagon.
This got an immediate thumbs down. That means someone must REALLY LOVE US. It’s true. Hate is the new love. Nice try guy.
I love ginger. I love gingerale. I love it so much they should be paying me to drink it I have several real life accounts accrued thereof influencing severe gingerale dependency upon all those around me that I love. Canada Dry, Schweppes I got mad love for either so you lemme know when you’re ready to talk. Bech may or may not have consumed the majority of 4L of gingerale this weekend. We ate like every 30 minutes. How is this not a television show yet? Bahaha.
Hi guys. The internet at Raymbecca’s is slow or something’s just up this weekend with it I dunno I can’t do my regular multi-youtube blasting pictures uploading nonsense at the same time so I will just have to give you these scraps I I previously uploaded then got over the desire to blog yesterday. I hate prefacing posts with pointless explanations no one cares about but “oh well”.
We went on an eating tour of Toronto. Eating is both an activity and a destination. It was nice to hang with my breastie. We are so similar it’s not even funny.
Before Cardinal Rule which was before Salvador Darling, their 4 year anniversary. Now that was a scene. Perfectly slammed, rammed, jammed. Being dressed like an incognito neato spy as I was gave my night’s personal experience the right kind of panache. Dudes I just make this shit up as I go along I don’t even know what I am typing anymore lol.
Oh, fantastic. Blinked in like every picture yesterday. We made it as far as the Lakeview (after previously eating at the Drake) before we were like okay lets go back for a nap why all this walking for we should be conserving for the night. We couldn’t even nap because Brad then Sergio dropped in but I think lying down resting counts. We watched House Bunny. My first official article rolls out tomorrow by the way. When I send my stuff I sit and wait like this O_O or that o_o??? It’s a relief to not hear back from them because that means it was good and they’re going with it. Wonder what I’ll write about next?
Bech looks hot Asian.
Took in Igby Lizard’s show too. It was awesome.
That is a serious couple of looks going on. I think I need a makeover. Or, have to stop dressing like I don’t give a shit. Or it’s fine to have a uniform? I find the simpler I dress the crazier I can act.
Katie hooked me up with this I was like you have no idea how significant this even is HAHA. Guys like me can’t go blond (ever again) and here is why.
I love Halloween month. Peeps use all kinds of props and ish and you just don’t interfere.
Eating flowers.
Something about my hair this weekend I reminds me of Scooby Doo, the nerd girl from it, or that one feminist cartoon by Mike Judge, starts with a D, can’t place it there do the rest please.
Me as Yoko. Right? That’s my favourite one of Rebecca’s paintings. I think my outfit is perfect for an art party. I think I am done talking now. Have a nice day!
Heyya hiya ho there. I’ve been going through my tons of picture folders on my computer here and was all, time to get on that To-Do list. I am choosing blogging over drinking absinthe right now so, you’re welcome. Raincheck the sazerac-tasting please mes amis, I had a draft deadline, some other unavoidable business to attend to likewise 2pm for boozing that hard might mess up the rest of the day, and gladly at that that’s why I request a raincheck pretty please. And lets not talk about drinking problems btw, lets talk about drinking solutions. TGIF.
Back to my travel stories. We took that tiny island called Aruba by Storm, didn’t we? Wonder how soon we go back? There are stray dogs everywhere, it is pretty neat and pretty heartbreaking. They are smart, travel in packs, if not alone, combing the patios and sidewalks. They follow you. Clearly I am tanked seen here petting one.
Like, why are you just standing there bro? Want to come with to the Casino? Some random drunky tourist said they’re smart because they use sidewalks, for survival. Not gettin’ hit by cars and whatnot. Oh-kay there.
Lets start at the crazy beginning shall we then.
Remember this. Wow. Lifetime ago but not really.
White t-shirt sleepover party night.
Funny and bad hair idea jeans. I just didn’t know how fragile platinum hair was. It was fun at times to be platinum but at that time in my life it wasn’t always fun times. I did what I could.
I dyed my hair and went to Aruba long story short.
Time to move on. And just because you expose your life a lot, just by having a life and living it period, it gets exposure.
How clever am I with that title? Shh. Don’t even try to disagree. Full on cerebral attack. When your language turns in to gabblity gook and peeps start understanding it, what does that say about them then? So I will just own my freak flag if people call me one anyway right? Anyway it’s a play on blogstalking deriving from Pippi Longstocking.
I am the most interesting person you will ever meet. I heard that said about me, from one normie to another, yes I met Raymi and she was, pause pause pause, really interesting. Then the other leapt to my defense and said BUT she has a huge following AND BUT (a cause for a double but now! How unique is this creature exactly?) THEY LISTEN TO HER.
I fluff up my feathers.
What day is this, September still? Everything changes in the fall. Not just the weather. Our clothing, temperaments. Happiness maybe turns to glum from acceptance of the fate of the upcoming months of coldness ahead. Canadians are patient people, I like them. Yes, I like us. We get the teeniest slice of tropical climate and then it goes away and we wait for it again. It is poetic in that it involves suffering. Yes, I suffer from the weather maybe because I allow myself to. I just know that sun is where it’s at and then it’s like middle earth grey sky covered in ash, bleak and cold icing on top, for the majority of the years of my life. Yes I want to live in LA. I hear hipsters and artists eventually become miserable there too, but how will I ever know if I never go? I’ve lived all kinds of places and I’ve sacrificed one lifestyle for another in pursuit of “my dream”.
I digress. No, ramble. Using both makes me look smart.
Speaking of that. I was thinking maybe I should write more and spend less time hiccuping burps and 140 character thoughts at a time on twitter, get better at my writer’s craft. Every time there are Raymi mob lynchings they all say the same thing, my writing. JUST WRITE DICKHEAD. OKAY FINE.
Put it all in one place. I will see how long I can go in one browser only. I bet a lot of you can relate. e-late. Yes you get it.
I was called a con-artist in the last great Raymi bashing war of 2012. No, it was a direct vomment hit. But anyway I never forgot it and I think of it as a treasure because 1. It made me look at myself and 2. what is the internet if not but one giant opportunity to convince everyone that you are wittier, smarter and cooler than everybody else and we are ALL in a race for it people. Then if I am a con-artist that means I am smart, right? Con-artists are smart. Yes? What is my con? Being a fucking idiot? Swish! Getting people to hate me? Done. But, I take that as another giant victory because at least I got people to look at me, anything-me, something-me. Getting on to radars alone is important. I am evidence of this.
I was going to tweet con-artism made easy. Or as fine art, call it a day (Ray) but then thought oh no, too cryptic, what does she mean? All my frenemies will be like FUCK YOU RAYMI. Dee sent me a post she wrote once about worrying about what other people think of you, read it. When people give you advice, take it.
Anyway, I am an advisor for She’s Connected again. I’ve been thinking about what that means exactly, am I talking again? Okay well here are my advisements anyway:
Be nice to people. Don’t talk shit about other women because you point a big fat red arrow over your bitchy unhappy fucking head. Be real. Don’t ring lead or bully. Give credit where it’s do. Passive aggression is pathetic so always always call it out when it’s happening. Don’t let people push you around. Be confident and learn how to wade through this cut-throat vicious idea-stealing, brand grass-cutting toxic arena. Swim away from the sharks and you be you.
It is part of my duty to make you think you can be me. Don’t be me, be better than me. What I mean is, you have to do everything to be everything to get everything, these days. Lots of talking, game playing. Playing the game, game play. Agency wooing. Reputation over-smoothing, schmoozing. Yes, it is a lot. But those are the rules. Break some of them. Break hearts. Take names. Come with adequate table stakes. You can change. You don’t have to do what everybody else does and you can do it by doing what they tell you not to do. Impress yourself first and don’t come in last.
Kay bye.
Time to flex my feminist misogynist muscles now. Wish me luck because I am writing crazy blog rants instead of finishing my draft.
Mom link my blawg on your youtube in case it goes viral/nowhere ahaha that was awesome I just laughed the entire way through from the audio alone. We were whispering cats only because my mom said that first like I was going to break in to sporadic MOM’S TURN now on camera or something, sha-right. So to mock her back I whispered cats only too. Everything else that is eccentric I cannot explain after that.
After all this playing they all passed out cos thay so tiny! I napped with them but it was hard not staring at them because I knew on the other side of my eyelid was a PILE OF KITTENS DOZING AWAY. They are $900 a piece. I am like get out of town about that, but seriously, $800-$900 depending on fug-cute ratio + colouration. They’re maine coons. They can turn in to alligator-size have fun. There are three adult ones + Dugan (The stud) that make these kittens once a year. He is a maniac. Slashed open my Nana’s hand once with his rooster talon claw. The imagery makes me wanna vom. Kay bye. Please buy one so Janet stops going bananers from the 13 cats in the house. Oh and by the way the ugly one is actually the cute one IMO.
I love War Horse. I mean, I hate war and I hate horses but put them together and you have something great! I think? I like plays and entertainment and stuff. (I love war films though by the way! I am a conundrum!)
Also, here is wind in my hair. Wind, people. Wind.
Hi guys. Last night your hero was invited to a fancy dinner housed in the Billy Bishop Hangar on TDot island, where porter flys out of. Scotiabank unveiled a new credit card merge with American Express. Amex. Yeah, they didn’t give me one of those. I asked eight times to various different people. (Ask, Believe, receive!!)(j/k maybe it was four people) but anywho come fly with me, err, dine. Flights were grounded. Someone said I look like Sarah Palin in this pic. Oh yeah? Well check it.
Pointing at the UN flag. Alaska. I mean UN. They’re the biggest custies of this airport. I was like, there’s a choice? Isn’t the UN like the boss of the world? I just thought it was funny how caj he was about it, all business. Like, obviously I pictured brown leather briefcases with golden handles gripped in a dictator’s paw. I choose my own reality okay?
Like, that one.
I know how ridiculous and grown-up cheeseballs I look. The minx can take on many forms. Lots of double takes and mistakes in the joint. The last time some of these ladies saw’re me I was platinum. It was neat hearing all the opinions people are now safe to say once you change hair colours. Ha ha. I don’t care. I’m like a nihilist. It’s true.
Gorge view.
That too.
