Apparently, living in the same house for a decade results in acquiring the traits of a homing pigeon.
I have bruises all over my legs from bumping into things and I've found myself in rooms I didn't mean to be in by walking around on auto-pilot.

Yeah.

It's going to take a while to get used to the new place.

Just thought I'd throw in the dose of Amy because I like the old song and her version of it.

Tings moving service...caught on Dundas West.
West Indian? Asian? Or Asian West Indian?
It gave me a giggle.

And then....
Why people need to heed signs that people put up to warn.

I'm Back Kids...

I have done nothing but pack.... other than being at a BBQ over the weekend and watching a young mother with 3 kids (all boys) under 8....and another on the way try to manage and cope.

GAH!

Just watching her made me want to book an appointment for a hysterectomy.

I'll try to get back into the swing within the next couple of days.

Thanks to all who left comments and e-mailed me with congrats.

Offline until Tuesday, my friends...real estate glitches delayed closing on our house, which resulted in missing the cable man and hundreds of dollars of extra moving costs while our movers ate ice cream in the truck and waited for the word to move us in.

But we're in and almost completely unpacked....because I'm neurotic that way.
Beautiful new house. Beautiful new backyard and deck...it's all good.

*sigh*
It'll be a Tuesday or Wednesday click around.

Two miners who escaped from a collapsed pit in Beijing ate coal and drank urine to survive, Chinese media has reported.


Apparently, they survived eating coal, drinking urine and telling "wife jokes".


Wife jokes like so:

"I told my brother 'your wife is going to have to marry someone else'", Meng Xianyou told the newspaper.

His brother replied: "I laughed too. I said my wife could find a rich man in Shenyang.

"But then I thought, I have two children and my wife is ugly, so it would be hard for her to remarry."

AH ha ha ha....

I'm sure his ugly wife will welcome him back with open arms after reading that in the paper.
I hope he likes his stewed coal with piss gravy.

Forgive me...

Recently, my mind has been somewhere else...so my posts have been few.
I have just a couple of things to touch on this morning before I venture out into the world.

This discussion over at The Globe on the death of the teenager:

"Dr. Epstein's book – The Case Against Adolescence: Rediscovering the Adult in Every Teen – challenges this drive to postpone the rights and obligations of adulthood. He suggests that we have lost track of what it means to be an adult – and underestimate just want it takes to become one.

Why is the former editor of Psychology Today making such extreme claims? In a series of in-depth discussions about his work, Dr. Epstein concedes that teens appear to need reining in – more money is spent on psychoactive drugs for young people in the U.S., he says, than all other prescription medicines combined.

But these troubled teens are Frankensteins of our own making, he insists. There is a correlation between the myriad regulations and restrictions that adolescents face (surveys show they are subjected to twice as many limitations as incarcerated prisoners in the United States) and problem behaviour."

Read the original article here and the discussion here.

Frankly, the discussion makes me tired.
Death of "The Teenager"?
Are you kidding me? What I'm observing in my day to day living is the death of the adult.
Anyone who has conducted job interviews has noticed what kind of "adult" is entering the workforce. Self-revolved, demanding, over-indulged and under-willing.
People living at home with their parents well into their 30's..no my darlings, there is no "death of the teenager".
It's the death of the adult.

...and then this article on the death and will of Leona Helmsley.
She left her dog 12 million, and cut two of her grandchildren out of her will for reasons that "they are well aware of".
I am consistently surprised by people who leave pets gigantic amounts of money.
I just don't get it....but then, I also don't get doggie weddings, doggie birthday parties, or any of those kinds of things.
I dunno, perhaps her 12 million would have gone further with a charity...silly me for thinking that.

I interrupt the day to day crappiness that goes on in this world for an announcement:

I just watched the end of the World Little League Championship (don't ask, I don't care about sports)...Georgia beat Tokyo, and the Georgia kids immediately broke into celebration.
The pitcher for the Japanese team burst out sobbing, as many of the other Japanese players did also.

The American kids, looking over noticed...broke their celebrations and ran over to the Japanese team and hugged them with sincerity. Japanese players accepting, and the entire group stood hugging each other.

Oh. My. God.
Radmila cry.

I love it when the world isn't shitty.

Sunday Click Around

The painting to your left is by Rob Croxford, and is owned by me. Rob is going to be part of the Queen Street West Art Crawl September 15th and 16th. He'll be in Section Blue 2, booth 181 if you're interested in seeing more of his fabulous stuff.

Here are some roller coaster faces.

Accents are funny. They are..that's why this phonejack is funny.

Eating disorders are not funny. Here is an open letter to Mental Nurse about a woman's connection to her eating disorder. It's not just about body image...this is a sad open letter about a woman's desperate attempt to take control of her life.

Michael Rappaport's monologue about beautiful girls from the movie "Beautiful Girls".

"Prisoners of War Alliance has asked the Motion Picture Association of America to revoke the Oscar awarded to a Bosnian Muslim film maker Danis Tanovic who's film No Man's Land, according to the allegations, shows Serb victims as Muslims victimized by Serb violence."
Thanks to Anna from Blackbird.

Remember the 80's?
Let's start with80's hair. Big, teased and stiff with hair products....and then there's this little fashion show hosted by Mr. T. I'm sure that the people in that video will now deny any knowledge of it.

On to some of the music, and not always mainstream music either. I saw The Selecter at The Palais Royale during a big bash that included Third World in my teens.
Remember Kid Creole and The Coconuts? Zoot suits, wing tips, pencil mustaches and fedoras all the way!
Then there was Keith Sweat, Johnny Gill, Al B. Sure, Salt n' Pepa...oh, I could go on and on...but I think I'm done for now. Feel free to lead me to your own 80's goodness in the comments.

Who says white guys can't wine?

The other day, I heard a girl refer to the song "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" as a song written by Amy Winehouse. I think that The Shirelles might take offense to that...and just for the record, Amy does a cover of The Specials "Monkey Man", which was also a cover of the original by Toots and The Maytals....eh, but does anyone really pay attention anymore?

Speaking of The Specials, I always did love "A Message to You Rudy".

Some people make the best of a bad situation. Here are some funny mugshots.

Here are 9 words women use. Whatever.

My Drag Queen name is Ophelia Cox. What's yours?

10 Stars You Won't Believe Aren't Gay.

I think that's it.

Baby Got Back

I kind of enjoy it when people conduct silliness at Wal.mart, because I really can't stand the giant superstore. So, here's the trail for today....this kid sings Baby Got Back over the PA System in a Wal.mart.







Then I got to thinking about one of the only "Friends" espisodes I watched where someone's baby only laughs when someone sings Baby Got Back.





Then, of course there's In Living Color's parody Baby Got Snacks.

Yeah...ok, there was my train of thought at 8:00am on a Saturday morning to avoid the crap I have to do around here.

NSFW.  (really)



......but, hilarious.

It's all fun and games until someone gets murdered....

"...a 45-year-old former marine with a reddish mustache, bulging gut, and disappearing hair — and decided to become someone else. That person, he wrote on Dynabrade stationery that he stored in his toolbox at work, would be an 18-year-old marine named Tommy. He would be a black belt in karate, with bullet scars on his left shoulder and right leg, thick red hair, and impressive dimensions (6'2", 190 pounds, and a "9" dick"). Emboldened by his new identity, Montgomery logged onto Pogo in the spring of 2005 and met TalHotBlondbig50 — a 17-year-old from West Virginia, whose name, he later learned, was Jessica."

as it turned out....

"Back in Buffalo, Kenyon couldn't believe that the Jessi he'd talked to was really her mother. "She was very convincing," he said. "She sounded like an 18-year-old girl to me." He drove to West Virginia to see the truth himself — that the lithe 18-year-old blonde of Barrett's and Montgomery's fantasies was a plump 45-year-old married mother of two with short brown hair."

Only to be found out after Montgomery murdered Barrett.
I don't get this at all.
People are insane.

Read the entire Wired story here.

Because that's obviously what it's for...

Today's Quote:

"Narcissism and self-deception are survival mechanisms without which many of us might just jump off a bridge."

13 of the Worst Fake Accents in Film.

It's a pretty good list.

Seriously.
Keanu's pathetic accent in Dracula ruined the whole movie for me.
I've always preferred subtitles to fake accents when people are supposed to be speaking another language...and I really appreciate it when filmmakers use people who can actually speak a language.

In the movie Behind Enemy Lines (I'm not linking. Find that shit propaganda by yourself) they used a bunch of low rent Russians as Serbs.
But then, no self respecting Serb would have taken any of those roles.

Train Ride in Mumbai



I will never complain about the TTC ever again.
Obviously, the train service doesn't worry about lawsuits from passenger injury.

Crab Quiche at Papamo

Staying for Lunch?

"This week the descendants of cannibals in Papua New Guinea issued an apology to the Methodist Church for killing and eating four of its missionaries.

The group of four had arrived in PNG in 1875 to spread Christianity... but it seems the locals misunderstood the purpose of the delegation. On a brief visit to some Tolai tribes people on the Gazelle Peninsula in 1878, the four found themselves on the menu of their own reception feast."

Read the whole thing here.


Why did I find that funny?

I guess with the whole reparations thing, and official apologies for all kinds of horrors over the ages flying hither and thither, I find this apology over 4 missionaries over a hundred years ago humourous.

Sorry...but, considering what missionaries brought with them wherever they went, eating four of them doesn't seem like such a big deal to me.

So sue me.

Banksy wannabe at Bloor and Perth.

Russian Weddings



"People in Russia say that there is no wedding without a fight"

Here is a compilation of Russian wedding scariness.

*sigh*
I love English Russia.