Watching my identity fall into the sink

In the words of the late Owen Hart: "Enough is enough and it's time for a change!"

The notion came to me around a week ago. I was dismissive at first, telling myself that the urge would pass and I'd be happy to have resisted the temptation. I mean, this is my identifying feature--what made Iris like me last year and what spawned the creation of a plentitude of staff ads in my section when I was sports ed. Day by day, though, I found myself no longer debating if I should do it, but when. Tonight while eating 'chos with Rossy and Chloé (and NOT watching the NBA's season-opening double header--more on that at Rap Traxx), it hit me: tonight I'm shaving my head. Not bald, mind you, just a close cut with the clippers. I had Chloé do a before and after, which of course is documented here.

Before:


During:


After:



Still looking like Nash?

Thoughts?

Care package!

After two months of putting up a brave face and telling everybody how awesome my Boston life has been so far, I think I'm getting a bit homesick. People back home are having super fun-looking street hockey games, meeting celebrities, trailing sketchy-looking cars, making 15 consecutive "newspaper=GO" posts on the Gateway blog and shitting out novels in 30 days. In comparison, my roommate is so inept at making bacon that the firefighters almost came and I got a concussion and some pretty bruises from shopping. The end of October is shaping up to be a pretty depressing time when, fortunately, Tyson's care package arrived just in time!

Which is the awesomest care package EVAH!

The fabulosity of the content was hinted at with the cutout of Kimora Lee Simmons (wait ... should I drop the Simmons part?) The package was heavy, too! As if it might be a book!

(BTW: my roommates are totally jealous that Tyson sends me stuff in decorated envelopes while their friends rarely send them anything, cool envelopes or not. My competitive spirit thanks Tyson for that.)


The content is even more awesome than the envelope decorations (as if that's possible)! Inside, is a copy of Very Important Pets, with, and I quote Tyson, "cover photo of Liz Taylor throwing her crazy Liz Taylor arms in the air with her crazy Liz Taylor dog on crazy Larry King." Crazy AWESOME!

Inside, there are entries on Liberace's poodles (as if Liberace would own any other breed of dog), Paris Hilton's Tinkerbell, and even Hitler's dog, Blondie, along with unequivocal proof that Hitler was a jerk:

"When the Soviet Army closed in on Hitler's bunker in Berlin in 1945, Hitler and some of his staff planned to commit suicide by consuming cyanide. The first pellet was tested on Blondie. Blondie was initially buried in a shell crater near Hitler's bunker."

Poor Blondie!

My only beef with the book is that they neglected to include Martha Stewart's chows. Especially Paw Paw. If I have a dog, I'll name him/her Paw Paw.

So thanks, Tyson, for lifting my spirits with this utterly fascinating book. You're the best roomie ever—not that it's hard to achieve that distinction with the real roomies that I have. I mean, really, how hard is it to make bacon?!

Spinner rims ammendment

As my friend and former managing ed. pointed out in his response to my previous post, the spinner rims I advertised did not come as delivered. For that I apologize. I found a pic I snapped of the car, which helps to explain what I saw a little better.



To make it up to those of you who were disappointed with the last video, I went out and found some rim footage that will make you want to supe up the shopping cart you used the last time you were at the grocery store. That or you'll laugh at the ridiculousness of this stuff. I personally like the rap they made for the ad.



My dream scenario for this thing would be to hack it so that if you try and write a message, all it does is draw obscene sex acts. If hacking something like that were possible. Like I said, dream scenario. Yeah. Anyway, I hope this makes up for the letdown of the last post.

Spotted: spinner rims!

The events in the video took place a few days ago. While driving on Stony Plain Road, a car with spinner hubcaps motored past my car. I immediately grabbed my cameraphone and with Chloé riding shotgun, we were in hot pursuit of some hilariously bad car customization. As you can see by the tragic way that the video ends, the spinner rims aren't fully exposed. Your best bet of getting a look at them, it turns out, comes in the opening seconds of the clip. I still think the video's funny though, so I've posted it.

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous

Here in Boston, there's this thing call First Friday, where the SoWa Artist Guild building has an open house on the first Friday night of each month. The building was, not so surprisingly, a warehouse/factory-type building in its former life and it has like 50 studios and many galleries. For this First Friday thing, most of the artists clean up their studio and let you poke around it. There are jewlery makers, painters, sculptors, print-makers, photographers, etc. There are also gallery openings. Some of the fancier ones have nibblies and live music. But pretty much all of them have a bottle of wine out for the people to help themselves. Translation: this is a great chance to dress up and freeload on cheap wine and dark chocolate M&Ms. (Have you had dark chocolate M&Ms? They're AWESOME!)

The event is equal part cosmopolitan and casual, with people drinking cheap wine out of plastic cups while signing cheques for some $5000 painting. Hear that Coco Chanel, you can't get any more classy and fabulous than this!






But the highlight of the evening is undoubtedly this:


You might need to click on it to see a bigger picture. But that's a transformer, fighting a bunch of stormtroopers, with an astronaut and a car caught in the crossfire ... in the desert. Oh, there's also an oil derrick in the background. AWESOME!!!!!!!

I wish I could afford it because that's like the greatest painting ever. The artist has a whole series of pictures with astronauts in it. I find the post-apocalyptic-esque Guggenheim one and the giant squid one to be quite good. The laundromat with Boba Fett one is a fav as well. But this one, aptly titled: Rock the Casbah, is definitely the best one.

Maybe we can pool our money together for this?

(Also, I've finally updated the blog links to include Leah and Dan's new blogs.)

No longer a solo crapshacker

I now have a roommate. It's my sister. Don't get me started.