24 pieces.

bitchin' bills.

Holy moly. I almost choked on my coffee when I came across these at work today. Too funny.
I WILL learn how to do up one of these sometime. I'm putting it on my "Useless Skills To Learn" list (probably somewhere in between Solving a Rubik's Cube In Less Than 10 Minutes and The One Hand Card Shuffle).

More sexy bills ---> here.

lee.

My pal Lisa and I always have fun when it comes to gift-giving occasions. Homemade pieces that have been well thought out and created with some heart and soul are always the best to give and receive, right? I think so. (Way cooler than some over-priced name brand shirt, anyway.) For my birthday a few years ago, Lee put together a bunch of wicked homemade tees, drawings, and some sweet Value Village vintage goods; all of which were stuffed into a few of my favourite cereal boxes for some "creative wrapping" points. Loved it to bits. I made and plaqued this illustration as part of my gifts to her when her birthday rolled around. She cried like a 2 year-old when she saw it. And I laughed. And then she laughed. Point is, sentimental gifts create mushy moments that mark memories which will never, ever be forgotten.

sleeveface.

I've heard of the concept but never this official site. I think the whole thing is pretty hilarious and fun. Definitely gonna go through some of the albums I have stashed away to see about snapping a few cool ones. Check out more sleeveface submissions at the official site.

I get a bit confused with every Spring.

Lucas' mom's bush.

...the one in the backyard, of course.

(we're sitting here laughing like adolescents right now. I need fresh air. I need to get the hell out of this office.)

This is one of those photos that you think could be something cool but can't really figure out what to do with. We tried a few filters, played with the colours, adjusted the levels. Meh. Nothing more than a trippy, colourful bush. Only thing I could suggest was giving it to me so i could post it up with a raunchy title.

It seems like the clock will never strike 4 today. And I just heard it's raining outside? weak. I'm gonna boot it straight home after work so I can sneak in a short nap before my dentist appoinment tonight at 7. I'm really glad it's just a cleaning and nothing more. Last time I went to "repair a filling" I was given 5 injections into the same lower area of my mouth because the freezing just wasn't occuring and i could feel every motion from that scary drill. Basically, the full left side of my face swelled up for about a week and I sorta resembled Sloth from the Goonies. Not cool at all. Cleanings I can deal with. The good part about cleanings is that my cousin is my hygenist so she takes her time with me and throws in a ton of freebies. I always have fun rummaging through the 'Kid's Drawer' and stealing red Crayola toothbrushes and other cool things that spin and light up. The bad part about cleanings is that it's so fucking hard to keep a straight face and keep composure while my own cousin is cleaning the inside of my mouth with sharp ojbects. We always burst out laughing, especially when the cheesey 97.3fm dentist music songs come on the radio. You know, those songs that just yell "I'm getting my teeth polished right now." Like...pfffttt....I dunno, Phil Collins' version of True Colors, for example. Never fails. Intermissions are always necessary. I think I could take a serious injury from this one day.

black, white and red.

in the spirit of Idol fever.

"Remind America why they didn't vote for you; come'on! go head."

one more.

Hip hip. Another list. This one's courtesy of spinner.com.
The 20 Worst Lyrics Ever.
I'll start you off with #20. Sir Elton John? Ouch.

what about the other 19?

lists.

I don't always agree with a lot of the lists that Rolling Stone compiles throughout the year. Either way, they're still pretty fun to view on slower work days. Here's a list i definitely think is worth checking out. The Year in Performances: 2007's Best Live Shots. 125 photos you can't really argue over. Pretty damn kick ass.


Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips performs during the third day of the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival on June 16, 2007 in Manchester, Tennesse.

Jarvis Cocker makes a point while performing at the Forum on March 28, 2007 in Melbourne, Australia.

Scarlett Johansson joins Jim Reid and The Jesus & Mary Chain onstage for "Just Like Honey" on April 27, 2007 at the Coachella festival in Indio, California.

The British research scientists that make up the band Nunatak perform in Antarctica for Live Earth on July 7, 2007.

Brazilian electro-rockers CSS amp up the crowd at Leeds' second stage on August 24, 2007 in Leeds, England.

Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tries to cool off during day two of the Lollapalooza Festival in Chicago on August 4, 2007.

see the rest here --> give'r.

polly jean.

Tonight marked the last night of announced dates thus far on PJ Harvey's White Chalk Tour. March 9th, Parco Della Musica Auditorium, Rome. (oh the things i would have done or sold to be at the show.) Judging by the tone of her latest release White Chalk and a few reviews I've read, the live shows have unveiled a side of PJ we've never seen before. Less distortion. Lots of piano. Layered string instruments. A more intimate and serene set of songs this time around. I'm still waiting patiently on the announcement of a few Canadian dates. Until then, I'll have to settle for the YouTubes. Meh.

Here's a gorgeous live performance of White Chalk:
(Seriously, what's cooler that PJ fuckin Harvey with a vintage upright piano and a harmonica?)

colourful memories kept in a safe place.

Before becoming aware of things like alarm clocks and credit cards, we took pleasure in the smaller details. xo.

little asians.

Cute shit. Happy Friday.

a postcard from last winter.

I miss the old office immensely. Was it even an office? It was a unit. A cold unit turned into an office. We just called it an office when we needed to do so for professional reasons. The day part sucked large. I hated being the graphics bitch and working under J's tight deadlines and impractical creative requests. It was close to modern day slavery for me, but having the key and alarm code for nights and weekends almost made it justifiable at the time. I think back to last winter pretty often. I miss the late, late nights; the loud music; the card games. I miss the great conversations that took place and the ashtrays that supported them. I can picture that orange and black dartboard on the wall so clearly, and the blue cans of Febreeze that we stashed in the cabinet below it. Who were we kidding? The stench of Special Milds had soaked into walls and fabrics so intensely that it would take a chemical weapon to mask the smell. (It did the trick for the time being though.) I don't miss the cold. Or the shitty heat dish that was supposed to fix it all. Ahh, and that cheap paint on the wall. That uneven, sandy beige paint. It took a drunk water fight to help us realize just how fucking cheap that paint was. And J, dammit! You were cheap for choosing that brand. What the hell were you thinking, dude? It doesn't matter. It was the farthest thing from a nine to five life; and I loved it.

concertina.

"it could all get way too cheerful."
This song does something to me.
The bassline tangles itself into some of the prettiest lyrics I've ever heard, while a delicate piano riff is layered into the background like an old musicbox. It's almost haunting. I always envision grey skies and rain when I hear it. Definitely a place for this one on my Top 5 Tori Songs list.
Love this woman.

"Do you ever feel like you walk in a room, and you don't know why, but you're just so uncomfortable you're crawling out of your skin, even though nobody's touched you, physically? That's in 'Concertina,' when you feel like you haven't excavated enough of your different personalities that when one pops up, you're not sure where it came from, and you try to hack it out of yourself. It shocks you that you could have this kind of fault, or that other people could bring it out in you."
[Tori Amos; A.P. Magazine, Oct99]

clouds descending
i'm not policing
what you think and dream
i run into your thought from across the room
just another trick
can i weather this?
i've got a fever above my waist
you got a squeeze box on your knee
i know the truth is in between
the 1st and the 40th drink
concertina
concertina
a chill that bends
this i swear you're the fiercest calm I've been in
concertina
concertina
try infrared
this I swear
you're the fiercest calm I"ve been in
the soul quake
happened here in a glass world
particle by particle she slowly changes
she likes hanging chinese paper cuts
just another fix
can i weather this?
i got my fuzz all tipped to play
i got a dub on your landscape
then there's your policy of trancing
the sauce without the blame
too far
too far
too far
it could all get way too cheerful
i've got a fever above my waist
you got a squeeze box on your knee
i know the truth is in between
the 1st and the 40th drink
clouds descending

clever canine.

Buddy seems to think that every time he steps outside to 'do his business' he's gonna come in to find a scooby snack waiting. Dogs don't go every 20 minutes, Buds. We're calling your bluff almost every time. You're still squishable as heck though.

ornate roses & zoolander poses: celebrating the first of march.

P. R. N. D. R. Must mean Radio.

Poor thing. All she wanted was some driving music.

In the house; but still in the car.
Oh my. Oh no. Oh NO. Ohhhhh my.

I almost passed out watching this clip tonight with a few friends. Best Full House episode ever. HANDS DOWN.
Isn't it great how the Tanners solved all problems? A talk "alone"; a big hug; and ice cream. (enter piano and violins) Just leave the car in the kitchen by the sink. They'll deal with their shit after the ice cream.