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Mother’s day 2012: Annette O’Neil Roo-layz!
May 13th
V-v-v-video blogggg:
I don’t like to do generic presents. Never have. Flowers may be pretty, but they aren’t exactly memorable — unless they come in a pot with your FACE on it.
image via GOOD.kz
But I didn’t get my mom a face-pot for mother’s day this year. Nope. I didn’t have the time to make one, and even if I did I wouldn’t have been able to give it to her on time because I wasn’t able to make it home for mother’s day this year 
So, instead of shelling out for FedEx to speed-deliver some quirky slapped-together scrapbook thing, I did what any busy young urbante who grew up in a capitalist system would: I outsourced my mother’s day present (SEE VIDEO BLOG ABOVE.)
Cue flak. *sigh*
I also posted a tribute to my mommy here, and it goes a little something like this:
My mother is a hero in every sense of the word.
As an Emergency room RN, she saves lives every day.
As a laundry wizard, she manages to make food stains that not even a dry cleaner will touch just… vanish.
As a chef, she whips together meals inspired by things she’s tasted in restaurants — SANS RECIPE — and then does it all over again vegetarian styles, for me.
As a wife, she’s been able to keep my dad from eating hot dogs for breakfast (most of the time) for 27 years.
As a mother, she got my brother and I through elementary school, high school, university and grad school with her unconditional support, love and care packages (I really appreciated the fabric softener and and paper towels. As much as I seemed to favour the chocolate almonds, the little things meant a lot.)
If you weren’t BRILLIANT enough to hire people half way around the world to dance for your mother thi year, and are still struggling for a gift, show her the video below and just pretend you made it or something. You’ve got 20 minutes left to pull this together, kid. GO!
Love always, the chick who just found this incredible gif on a random message board that hasn’t been active since 2004:
Caturday Linksplosion: Meowigolds, Kitty Pryde and Nipnip PSAs
May 12th
Cat beard, cat beard, what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it sheds on you?
Via Joanne Casey
HA!
I tend to tone down the more… “eccentric” parts of my personality when I’m at work. I try to, at least. We all do, right?
I mean, most of young professionals would like be taken seriously in the workplace so we act accordingly, despite the fact that we might be a little bit wacky off the click. We behave in a manner that is mature(ish). We are composed(ish). We are downright solemn when we need to be.
And then something like this happens:
Photo by Ryan Crouse, via CBCnews.ca
When that photo came through the CBC Your News Community, I literally squealed “KITTY!” like a five year old, grinning from ear to ear… I’m smiling right now just thinking about it.
Ceiling cat bless Mr. Ryan Krouse from Saskatchewan for making my Friday afternoon!
That’s my Caturday story for this week, folks. If you need something more, watch this little orange kitten pwn some puppies (HA!) or, better yet, check these important Catnip PSAs designed by Christ Ritter (via Buzzfeed)
On to the, on to the, on to the Linkstuff:
Great Read: 3 Things Professional Women Should Stop Apologizing For, by Amber Mac.
Another Great Read: Is The Free Internet A New God? by Benhamin Jackson.
Found talent: This 18-year-old boy takes that annoying LMFAO song we all hate and makes it sound really, really, actually really good. Please, no man boob digs jerks. He’s cool.
Easter Egg: The Google Translate beatbox trick.
Stupid perverts: Man stabs his computer with a Samurai sword in an attempt to get rid of child porn as FBI agents raid his house.
Marketing face-palm: Some European clothing store has embedded digital “Facebook Like” counters on in-store hangers. No, seriously. #StealThemAll #YouGuysAreHip
WHY GOD, WHY?: Lisa Turtle completely wrecked herself with plastic surgery and what appears to be some sort of horrid skin lightener. Either that or she’s contracted some sort of uglifying disease, in which case I rescind everything that I’ve just so callously speweed out into onto the interwebs.
Image via Buzzfeed
But seriously though, I would totally rock the shirt Screech is wearing in that photo. Wouldn’t you? It’s very now.
Mother’s Day awws: Six generations of women in one photo. Nuts!
Cute old people: These men have been BFFs for a verrrry lonnnng time.
Why not?: Tanning mom gets and action figure. He-man’s head, Sarah Palin doll’s body. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on here.
We are all so small: Interactive ‘scale of the universe map is very, very cool.
Bwahaha: Pier collapses during prom photoshoot sending kids into the lake. It’s okay. Nobody was hurt (physically.)
Mouse shoes: I just want them. That’s all.
Funny shorts: This video about a boy and some chocolate and some ladies will make you laugh. It’s well done and very cute.
Blasphemous Holograms: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Freddie Mercury now. Go ahead and tell me that the world “blasphemy” should be reserved for gods so that I can go ahead and tell you that Freddie WAS a god so that you can go ahead and tell me he wasn’t so that I can CUT YOU. Go ahead.
Dream life: Did you know that you can be a professional friggin’ mermaid? Like Ariel, only less “I’m actually half fish”ier!
Saw that coming: The Time magazine “I feed my grown kid with my boobs” cover has spawned an internet meme.
Inspirational: Janitor Graduates from Columbia University After 12 Years of Classes and Full-time Job
Track of the week goes to Tumblr sensation Kitty Pryde with “OK Cupid.” This is the new Kreayshawn, ladies and gentlemen — and I’m not just saying that because VICE did okay?
I seriously can’t get enough of this chick’s style.
Speaking of Kreay though, this.
I’ve got to wake up hecka early tomorrow for a race. Like, a race that my boyfriend’s running in, not me. But still. I didn’t get much sleep last night and I am le tired 
NIZZLE, OUT!
Sleepless me and Harvard boys
May 10th
I met a dinosaur last week at the ROM.
In the summer between my second year and my third year of University, I was a legitimately nocturnal creature.
Breakfast came in the form of Chinese food at 5:00 p.m. and dinner was (usually) a fat wad of cash in my pocket at 3:00 in the morning. The better the tips, the bigger the wad. The bigger the wad, the more stoked I was to go party after work with my fellow bartenders and friends — well into the next day, sometimes.
It was a scene unlike any I’d ever known up until that point. I felt cool and I was in love with that.
Very, very late looking like crap after working a long shift.
On the nights I didn’t feel like going out, shutting ‘er down before sunrise was never an option with so much Redbull in my system — even if I was just at home playing GTA on the Xbox.
I didn’t have a tan come September, but I’d earned more money than all of my school friends combined (which would probably be a lot more money if any of my friends had actually worked that summer.)
When school returned, I stopped sleeping during the day and tarbending returned back to its rightful spot in my life as a “weekend only” part-time job.
It’s not a part of my life at all anymore, but I still struggle with insomnia. Always have. I think I have this — and also this.
It’s 2:38 a.m. now and I’m still working on a personal project of sorts. I should get back to it before I get into 4Chan and Craigslist. Then I’ll be up REALLY late.
Something for you, dear readers. Harvard athletes cover Carly Rae Jepson, and it is good:
Haaaaahvard. I love it there.
CBC @ ROFLcon: Interviewing the internet
May 3rd
This weekend, the viral web will come together in meatspace for ROFLcon 3: The world’s first (and best) internet culture conference.
Scumbag Steve will be there. Antoine Dodson will be there. Chuck Testa, Kelly, and Nyan cat(‘s creator) will be there. Y’all know how much I love Nyan cat, right?
And, just like a pesky pink NastyGal banner ad I’ll be there too chasing around the Internet people with my microphone.
Thazzright, I’m shipping driving up to Boston Cambridge (again.)
You can find my coverage from ROLFcon 2 here, here, here and here. Please ignore the gratuitous amountof extinct words like “epic” and “awesomesauce” *shudder*. It was 2010. Give me a break.
As dope as 2010 was, I’m thinking that this year will be even better. Not only will I be hosting a live chat for work tomorrow afternoon (4 p.m., BE THERE) I’ve lined up interviews with so many good people for the LOLvlog and Ceebeecee. Send me your questions! Please!
Who’d have thunk I’d ever give Scumbag Steve my phone number?
I hope he brings his hat. I hope I don’t get starstruck. Last year, I did pretty well in that department… until I met moot. Why do I even care? Why am I so attracted to this dude?
I was so nervous, and I never get nervous.
Anyway, I’ve got to go pick up a really noice dress for the fashiony thing tonight. Please join me tomorrow for a CBC Community live chat about internet culture at 4 p.m. EST. and check back here for my interviews as I post them. It’ll be like an Internet’s greatest hits compilation… in real life. Like this:
That piece is from a guy called Joebot‘s art show devoted entire to memes. It’s taking place on Friday at Gallery 1988 in Los Angeles, so if you can’t make it to ROFLcon get thee to LaLa land… or at the very list, pour yourself a glass of milk and hang out with Reddit for a few hours.
Nothing finer on a Saturday night.
I’m sorry for offending you. Here, have a chair.
*looks around*
Scumbag Lauren gives you an ironic chair. Steals it (and your money).
Instagramarama, Met Con Blue and Srirarcha lollipops. Also, Willie.
May 2nd
HIII EVERYBODY!
Shhhhhh. I’m blogging now.
Purrhaps if my iPhone stopped buzzing, I’d be able to get some of the stuff I’m being buzzed about done. I’m a BUSINESS man not a business-man. Ugh, that’s a lie. I’m neither of those things.
I’m just a busy creative who hates crunching numbers and making plans and coordinating schedules and booking dentist appointments and remembering to pull my Optimum card out of my wallet when I go to buy my weekly skid of Life brand diet cola from the mascara & Benadryl store.
Can normal people have account managers for their lives? To organize things?
I just Googled it. Apparently some people DO have managers. They’re called “Justin Bieber” and “Taylor Swift.”
OH YEAH, Biebs? Well I had dozens of managers when I worked at McDonald’s in Grade 10. They hated me and I got written up for wearing nailpolish on the regular. Good times.
Not my fingernails. I freaking wish they were.
Inneehoo, all venting aside it’s been a busy busy couple of days, and things are ramping up fast what with ROFLcon and TFI25 and an ADVENTURE RACE I’m training for. More on that later 
Here are a few snaps from the past couple days. For the play-by-play, you know where to turn… but honestly, don’t.
You’ve got better things to do than waste your precious time wrapped up in the minutae of some other human’s life. We all do.
P.S. Sriracha lolipops exist.
Do. not. want.
More bloggage tomorrow. More everything. Bring it on looniverse.
Protest toque, #CAJ2012 and the Caturday Linksplosion
Apr 28th
I said brrrr, it’s cold in here. I said there must be some carbon in the atmosphere! I said ohheeohheeohhh – Frick, frick, frick.
I’m not taking this toque off until spring starts acting a little bit more like SPRING. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again (which is what I’m doing right now): Canada is the best country in the world, minus the weather.
Winter, I’m over you.
HAPPY CATURDAY though!
I woke up this morning to find Groundskeeper Willie staring at me all intense-like. He had managed, somehow, to rip my suuuuuper long-lasting helium heart (Sean gave it to me on Valentine’s day and it’s STILL floating!) down from a high shelf and just sat that there with it for a very long time. Quiet. Freaky.
It’s been a busy week between work and the gym and prepping for ROFLcon and… watching TV with Sean. I moderated a panel yesterday on “Twitter Tips & Tricks for journalists” at the Canadian Association of Journalists conference.
Collected wisdom and some neat tricks: The twitter panel at #caj2012 twitter.com/PaulBerton/sta…
— Paul Berton (@PaulBerton) April 27, 2012
Sarah, William and Ron shared a wealth of information about how Twitter can be used in the newsroom and out on the field for journalistic purposes. I was actually pretty blown away by some of the things I saw (Uh, hi William’s self-built Twitter RSS-pulling Google spreadsheet.)
Ron Nurwisah from Huffington Post Canada made his presentation notes available online and you can view the entire panel’s live-blog here. I highly recommend that you do.
Actually, you’ll learn a ton just creeping the conference’s hashtag. So many smart people and interesting sessions around.
Not to be all me-me-me-milennial, because I’m pretty much less impressive than every other person on the speaker page, but this is my blog so HEY HEY LOOK AT MY BIO I AM SO COOL AND PROFESSIONAL LOOK LOOK:
*ahem*
Moving on.
Here’s the Caturday linksplosion for April 18, 2011:
- The “F*ck-It list” gets this guy into the Cannes Young Lions Academy with less than a month to spare. Nicely done.
- How CISPA would affect you (like, if you’re American)
- Carlton Banks flashmob sets world record (I wrote this one. My job is the best. Carlton Banks is the best.)
- This little boy is the best Carlton dancer ever, mostly because he’s soooo cute:
- You can buy canned air from Paris now. Meh.
- Good read: Our “white people problems” problem: Why it’s time to stop using “white” as a pejorative
- This poster changes the song you’re listening to when you throw something at it, which is dope if you don’t have a remote control and / or like to throw things.
- The first 4,000,000 digits of pi visualized.
- Why cats are better than dogs, according to the Internet.
- 80-year-old Twitter user on mission for 80,000 followers
- Autocorrect thinks it’s soooo funny. I nearly threw my iPhone at a fire hydrant for this.
- Depressing “We are Young” parody makes my 30 year old friends cry.
- Hilarious “I’m 24″ video makes my 24-year-old friends cry (and me laugh.)
- This article about 9 Ways Twentysomethings Screw Up Their Lives would make me cry if I could feel things inside anymore. It’s terribly depressing but also kind of kick-your-butt-into-gearish.
The brain caps off its last growth spurt during our 20s, but that doesn’t mean twentysomethings ought to wait around for their brains to grow up. Our 20s are wiring us to be the adults we will be. So step away from the videogames and pick up a book. These are use-it-or-lose years when neurons that fire together wire together. Whatever you want to change about yourself, now is the time to change it.
Right?
Finally, THIS:
Have a great Saturday night! I’ll be spending mine editing a video and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning… so much cleaning. Film crew in my house tomorrow. Mess must be removed / hidden. You know how it is.
Who plays Simpsons musical numbers on a freaking OCARINA? That chick. The coolest chick ever.
NIZZLE, OUT!
Hologram Tupac, Douglas Coupland, Marshal McLuhan and the young urban narcissist…
Apr 18th
Sometimes I miss the days of unrequited curiosity, before we all carried Google in the palms of our hands.
Back in 2002, our playful cafeteria debates were solved with (semi)educated logic and creativity. Passion.
Now they’re solved with Wikipedia before they even begin.
A photographer named Frank Piccolo took that Cyberpunkish photo in Windsor when I was 20. Six years ago. I was still using a desktop computer in my dorm room and nobody had a data plan yet, but I was deep into the web at the time nonetheless. I was also into Philip K. Dick. Styled those computer cords meself, I did!
“I want to be a cyborg when I grow up,” I used to joke.
I don’t joke about that anymore.
We’re like information vacuums, all of us. Ravenous. Insatiable. Some of us, more than others.
They say you can be addicted to the Internet and I probably am — but can I even afford not to be anymore? This is my life. Without it, who am I? What would I do?
I was up until 4:00 a.m. last night just clicking and finding and reading… Reading things that made me think and then thinking all night…
Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!!
There. I needed to lighten the mood a bit…
Nope. Still not light enough. Time for a HOLOGRAM PAC BREAK:
(via College Humor and Slacktory)
Okay. Better.
Here are a few more things that made me think and / or laugh last night:
- A Marshall McLuhan’s Twitter account. The fact that it exists and that somebody maintains it makes me feel good. It would a downright shame if nobody had done this. Kudos, whoever you are.
Faced with information overload, we have no alternative but pattern-recognition.
— Marshall McLuhan (@marshallmcluhan) March 30, 2012
- Pretty much everything in Douglas Coupland’s Twitter feed.
Photoshopped or real? twitter.com/DougCoupland/s…
— Doug Coupland (@DougCoupland) March 31, 2012
- Something Coupland created a while ago that I only found on Tank’s Magazine’s website the other day (CLICK TO EMBIGGEN):
- This dude who made a jersey out of pop tabs:
- Nobody won a Pulitzer Prize for fiction this year — the first time in 25 years judges have chosen nobody over anybody else. The photo that won for breaking news is hypnotizing and horrifying. You need to see it, but be forwarned.
- My childhood dreamboat is Zach Morris is actually kind of creepy. Here are 10 reasons why.
Zacky be bogarting that shizz!
Annnnd on that note, it’s way past my bedtime. Sweet dreams of Hologram Tupac, my friends! Fingers crossed he comes to your town with Dr. Dre soon enough…
Sunday linksplosion and the weekend wrap (ft. Dudebox’s Dirt McGirt & Nixon)
Apr 16th
BOOM!
I recently learned that “link farm” is a dirty black hat SEO term that draws up images of spamdexing spambot spamwiches for people in the know.
Here I was in my naievity thinking that link farms were simply digital vegetable gardens of Urly goodness, carefully tended to by a loving webfarmer (ME) to provide for her information-hungry cyber family (YOU).
This is not the case.
I decided to find myself a new word for those lists of links I sometimes post, because “Links leading to cool things I found on the Internet” doesn’t have much of a ring to it.
Urban dictionary and I had a nice little sit down this morning over coffee and micow-eggs. A number of eligible candidates emerged, some from UD and some from my own mind (inspired by the terms I found on UD).
In the running: Tabathon, Linkbomb, Tab-blaster and my personal favourite as of 1:13pm, RAMbush (get it? Because opening up all of these tabs at once will tax the physical memory of your CPU…?).
For the purpose of mouthfeel and comprehensibility, I’ve decided to go with “LINKSPLOSION” and will post one today. Right after I drop some photos (and a Twitter joke) from this weekend:
My Starbucks order came to $4.04. “COFFEE NOT FOUND!” I squealed. “GET IT?!?!”The Barista did not.
— Lauren O’Nizzle (@laurenonizzle) April 16, 2012
On Friday night, I met a giant leaf. He offered me fake drugs but I declined just like they told me to in V.I.P.
The next morning I got my hurrs did at Civello on Queen West and it was a lovely experience. Here I am surfing the web on my iPhone while somebody washes my hair. They were polite enough not to make fun of me for it (at least not to my face):
Saturday afternoon brought some of my boyfriend’s family members to Toronto. They wanted to go shopping, as out-of-towners always do, and I was more than happy to tag along.
Seany bought the vest. I passed on the dress.
Bwahahaha…
I wholeheartedly love neon but can we please not get carried away with the 80s crap, guys? Day-glo sweaters and highlighter nails are one thing (two things, actually), but skintight wetsuit-inspired dresses, especially ill-fitting ones, are ugly.
If it didn’t work for Michael Kors, what on Saturn made H&M think that anybody would want this?
Saturday night was stacked with dinner at Fresh and some party-bopping &Cabs&Cabs&Cabs&Cabs.
I wanted to show off my cool new leather paperpag shorts but the Mod Club’s basement was a little dim…
We were there for Brocky’s birthday and to see Nixon play. They were dope, as usual. Our guests were impressed and I felt cool being like “Yeah… I’m totally friends with them. *hair toss*”
Nixon last night cc @TinyDanza
Apr 16, 2012 | Source: Keek.com
Later, we went to Loft 404 for Dudebox’s Dirt McGirt party. It was packed with awesome people and, as I’ve written before, I LOVE that venue.
Photo by Andrew Williamson
Dudebox, a seven guy “charity party collective” threw this bash to raise funds for The About Face Collective‘s rooftop garden project in The Annex.
Learn more about The Everything Roof (and show your support!) here.
I would have stayed at that particular party for a lot longer if the others in my group weren’t so intent on bouncing to the next one, which just so happened to be Toronto’s preeminent monthly dim sum dance party Happy Endings. Got snapped there too…
I’m starting to think that this kissy face is worse than the duck face. Surely, both are better than shocked face. I could do with a better face. Look at my hat!
Today involved much sleeping and cuddling and running indoors. Gotta love that rain…
Fancy that ‘splosion now? Git riddy…
- A poster filled with Famous Clouds. How many can you recognize?
- Turn any pair of mittens into iPhone gloves
- Is Facebook making us lonely?
- Five unseen works of art by the one and only Kurt Cobain
- Finding Goatse
- Each day, 7 million worth of iPhones are lost around the globe
- Something, Something, Something Detroit.
- 90210 Has Spawned More Reality Shows and Stars Than Any Other Series
- Celebrity for a day (I WANT TO DO THIS)
- 11 festival looks that need to retire, from the Shift (hilarious piece)
And if you share only one thing from this blog post, you should probably make it this — for who couldn’t love this?:
No! No wait! Make it this:
Raiden, OUT.
Market mischief: Clean up in aisle boo-hoo-hoo…
Apr 11th
This is what happens when you go grocery shopping after a very long day on very little sleep and are also a weirdo:
Hehehe…
Want to do this yourself? Here’s the Metro pranker’s step-by-step guide:
1. Take paperback romance novel from book and magazine section (it’s near the pre-made sushi, sort of…)
2. Embed said novel among cat foods of choice.
3. Stand back and proceed to laugh hysterically — way harder than any normal human being would dare to laugh under the circumstances. Laugh until your eyes water and you can barely breathe. Pay no attention to perplexed / horrified onlookers.
4. This:
BWHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, come ON. Cat people have a sense of humour too! Romantic novel readers, I’m not so sure… but it’s all in good fun right? It’s not like I did this:
Yet.
Thank you, Mr. Blythe.
In all seriousness, I’m feeling a little bit unfulfilled right now. In life.
I’ve got to start doing more of the things that make me feel hyper and happy and good about myself. My friends and family say I’m happiest where there is humour or a microphone involved, so I’ve resolved (again) to do more comedy. Standup, sketch, streeters, Youtube rants — anything. Performing gets me high like nothing else.
Not like that though.
At one time, writing was where I found my flow, but that was long before words became the means to my most basic ends. My “breadwinning skill”. Surely, it was pre post-grad. Highschool. I fancied myself quite the poet.
Music and Dance are also up there on my list of “things to get back into”. Don’t even get me started on the list of things I’d like to try (Circus workouts, After Effects, urban exploration, trapeze, rock climbing, sewing, screen printing, dog walking) — though, how could you get me started, really? I’m writing at a screen. Noooobody hoooome!
2008ish when I still had time to dance and make muscles
*sigh* this unrelenting need to DO and BE MORE is likely the root of my unhappiness. But what’s the root of that? Whatever. One day at a time. Step by step.
Step by step, day by day, a fresh start over, a different hand will play… shikka me shaaa ka shikka me shaaaay… We’ll make it bettah, the second time around…
Take a second to actually watch and judge that video in its entirety. Doubleyoo Tee Eff, right? Like, I’m assuming the fat woman with the cotton candy is a wise-cracking cafeteria worker or neighbour or something (I don’t really remember who she played because, regrettably, I haven’t watched Step By Step for at least 12 years) so why the heck is she at the amusement park with the principal cast members on the very day Suzanne Somers and Patrick Duffy meet and instantly decide to live happily ever after together? If I’m wrong and she’s actually another step sister or something, well… sommmebody got lucky with a chubby-chasing casting director, AMIRITE?
I wonder if there are any casting directors out there who like skinny blondes chicks. HOLLAH. I want to meet Patrick Duffy. Here’s my demo reel:
Bon nuit.
Peepza, Bunnysocks and a dozen + Geeky Easter Eggs
Apr 8th
Happy Zombie Lich Jesus day, friends!
I meant to push this post live earlier in the day but passed out straight after family Easter brunch instead. Peep coma.
SPEAKING OF PEEPS (my favourite candy of all time), I only recently discovered that there’s an entire world of marshmallow chicken cuisine out there.
Peeps Sushi, Peeps Krispies, Peepsicles, Deep fried Peeps, PEEPZA!
Be still my pancreas.
I also stumbled upon a massive “Peep show” at the Carol Arts Centre in Westminster Maryland, where hundreds of artists have been creating “marshmallow masterpieces” every spring for the past 5 years.
Road trip 2013?
I didn’t go as big for Easter this year as I usually do for holidays. No chocolate factory video blogs, trampoline benders, taking my cats to see the Easter Bunny or sugary myspace graphics…
No anything, really.
I had intended to make some cool undead Easter eggs but time slipped away from me this weekend with all of the unexpected last-minute parties and Highway 401 breakdowns.
Belt broke. Smoke billowed. Engine overheated. Kapow.
A couple of nice OPP officers pulled up behind me on the shoulder of the road and called what turned out to be the coolest tow truck ever. VROOM VROOM! The driver reminded me of Santa.
That’s the kind of cab you need to climb up into, and if you didn’t already know how much I love climbing (trees, fences, buildings) now you do. I really like climbing.
Purple truck, silver lining.
My dad had to come and pick me up in Woodstock after that happened yesterday afternoon and by the time we got home to Chatham, I was so bummed and beat that I “took a nap” at 8:30 p.m.
I woke up 14 hours later, just in time to take a shower and get back on the highway for Easter Brunch with the fams in Windsor.
Now I’m home and enjoying some of Chef Mommy’s leftovers / crusing the web for Easter hilarity. She made Perch and potatoes and baby bok choy last night. And crepes!
Anyhoo, I’d already started building this “Geeky Easter Egg” roundup post last week so I decided to go forth now. It was inspired by Neatorama and Oddee these sweet Pantone Easter eggs:
Here are way more than a dozen more (not really even that) geeky Easter eggs for you to enjoy:
“Easter” egg (get it?):
One egg to rule them all:
Bender egg:
Mia Wallace Egg:
Pokemon eggs:
Eggshell script egg:
Forever alone egg:
All of the memeface eggs:
Super Mario eggs:
Nightmare before Easter egg:
Master Shake egg:
TV test pattern egg:
Southpark eggs:
Domo egg:
Clockwork Orange egg:
Kitty Cat Egg:
Egg Kitty Cat:
Easter Bunny Kitty Cat:
Kitty Cat meets Easter Bunny:
SHA!
I must now acknowledge that many of the above eggs aren’t all that geeky, but newf*** social media derps love that word and Google bringeth mad clicks. Not that I uh, care about traffic…
If you’re still jonesin’ for some oviform goodness, Pleated Jeans has got some Famous film scenes created with Easter eggs here.
And finally, the greatest (not yet pranked) church sign I’ve seen outside of the Simpsons (via Buzzfeed):
How’s that for progressive?
I’m going to go watch some TV now, because that’s pretty much all I can ever do when I come home. Not because Chatham’s just that boring, but because my parents’ couches / TV / fridge / cats / blankets are just that good.
Those are my bunny socks. HAPPY EASTER!
