Michael, Toronto pie, Keep calm and Internet.
The air in Toronto is hotter than two lava-monsters doing Zumba in a giant McApple pie right now.
“What did you do tonight, Lauren?”
“Well, I came home from work, got changed, went to a party… came home and photoshopped lava monsters into a McDonald’s apple pie. You know. To demonstrate a point about how hot it is in Toronto to the Alaskan readers of my blog.”
My hair is a humid mess. My bike seat was stolen by some jerk in Liberty Village (WHO ARE YOU? GIVE IT BACK! IMMA CUT YOU SO BAD YOU GON’ WISH I NEVER CUT YOU SO BAD!). My to-do list is 50 grillion miles long, and I’m… *sniff* allergic to *sob* my own cat.
So I pulled the bow off of my teddy bear, put it on my head, and turned to mother webcam for solace.
If those are my biggest gripes though, for real, I truly am as happy as pie — albeit a very hot pie. A McDonald’s apple pie. A MCPIE WITH LAVA MONSTERS WORKING UP TO A SASSY CARDIO BURN INSIDE!!!
My friend Becca tweeted that photo of some guy’s tattoo the other day. A real guy, here in Toronto. I’d kind of like to meet this chap. Just to see what he’s like.
THAT, I found on Reddit or Fark or during one of my Google Images binges or something… I don’t remember, but it’s been sitting on my desktop just awaiting the light of blog for days and days.
Finally, HAVE YOU SEEN MICHAEL YET? It’s my new favourite thing ever and I don’t even know why.
The surreal animation features a hyper-elastic cone-wearing cat who turns into an autobot at one point and the meowsic is like, Nyan Cat level catchy.
It can go without saying that this is Japanese (and that in Japan, Michael means something a little bit more exotic than Michael. Maybe?)
I watched the video at least 8 times in a row as I walked around downtown on my lunch break today, cackling and dancing-walking to the music like a maniac. What can I say? I like it weird. Michael reminds me of a Cyriak video, sort of… without the spooky factor.
Bon nuit, mon petits. I’ll write more about Shinan Govani’s Worthy 30 bash when the photos start rolling in, but I will say now that I had a great time. So many cool people. Can one ever really go wrong with a room full of hotties and all the Grey Goose you can handle? (For me that equals 2 martinis. Max.)