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Hipster Ariel Does not approve…

… of these mass-cultured, spray-tanned, post-suburbanite reality-tv watchers who think she’s just some run-of-the-mill waterbreathing Disney princess.

As if! Do Blackberry users even know what Tumblr is?

I jest, I jest… Whether she’s v. hipster or original stylez, Ariel is the coolest Disney princess ever (after Belle, but only because of the library and the fact that she lives in a province like Canadians).

Halloweek 2011 has been amazing thus far and I loved being Hipster Ariel on Saturday night, despite the fact that very few people understood my costume. I was cool being plain old “Ariel” after a few hours, especially with Sexy Ursula and another Merbabe by my side.

We rolled out to the Burroughes Haunted Mansion party with a motley crew of characters. Zombie School teacher, Michael Hutchence and Popeye the Sailor Man among us.

Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip…

UH HUH. UH HUH.

I ran down from the party to meet up with Brodie and Alex on the corner of Bathurst and Queen. Very important moustaches, coming through! Follow the little mermaid.

“What are you guys,” I asked. “Moustache men?”
“Our future selves,” said Brodie. “With moustaches.”

I love that Brodie lives in Toronto now. Maybe mom and dad will come live here one day too :) Until then, I’ve got my Teeyoh family:

And Willzer Woo :)

Kari B came to the TeeDot on Saturday all the way from Windsor, which made me super happy. I always miss my Windsor girls the most around Hallowe’en because they do it up like nobody else I’ve ever met (Except for Casie who takes Halloween every bit as seriously as we do, which is one of the reasons I love her so damn much!)

Pirate and vampire cheerleader on Friday night

Baby eating, gramma-acting, Lieutenant Danning KITTY GIRLS from Windsor!

Is it creepy that I grabbed those off of Facebook and put them on my blog? Don’t sue me or publish any photos from my teen years, please!

This is what Kari and I wore for Halloween in 2008. My hair is so much REDDER now.

I used to tan a bit. And take iron pills too. I should probably get on that again.

This skin hasn't seen UV rays in 3 years. Like an albino sewer rat.

Zillions of photos from the Burroughes Haunted Mansion party can be found here, and lots from Friday’s Liberty Grand party here. Both such solid parties. Thanks a mili, Hennessey!

More photos from Halloweekend can be found in my Flickr set here – including some from Kensington Market on Sunday. We ate Mexican food and explored the ghost hole. Also, squelettes:

I was one of the only people in a costume at work today. Thank goodness I’d already had a full week of pre-Halloween fun! It pretty much felt like any other Monday, but that’s okay. I am le tired. Biznass as usual… in a red wig. Whatevs.

Next year, I’m going to Hallowmeme in New York City. I swear to Advice God I’m going. In His likeness, purrhaps? Probably not. He’s kind of a d*ck.

Many great photos from Hallowmeme 2011 exist courtesy of HuffPo and Slacktory.

So good. So so good. I want to live in New York. In Brooklyn. In Williamsburg

KIDDING!

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Uh… Vote. Vote for Voting. Vote Votetty Vote Vote.

Hi.

I’m a blogger and I’m Canadian.

I don’t blog about politics, the government, or Canadian public policy. Heck, I don’t even blog about cruel tuition hikes anymore, now that I’m finished with school.

Yet, I feel the need to blog about how you should vote today because… well, I’m a blogger and this totally gives me the authority to be preachy and moralizing, right?

Vote, Vote, RAH RAH RAH! I’m on Dewey’s side of the debate today! Participatory democracy for the win!

Why let informed intellectual elites make decisions for those of us who don’t have the time to dig through hours worth of attack ads in search of what the heck we’re voting on? (Because things like this happen. That’s why.)

I’m going to piece together what I can of the issues and submit my ticket like a good girl. Based on what I know so far, the decision on who to vote for is clear:

Lil Wayne wearing Jack Layton’s magical moustache, of course.

Jaaaaykayyyy. I can’t vote for Weezy, silly! He’s not even Canadian.

You know who is though? Sam, the night watchman from Today’s special:

He hasn’t launched any mean ads against other candidates and we already KNOW he plays a bomb game of Tic-Tac-Toe against his trusty old computidor…

I don’t care who you vote for, but if you choose to vote you can find your local “voting placermagingy” by entering your postal code here. Hipster Ariel and I wish you luck.

In other news, The Amurricans killed that Bin Ladden fella, and I’m not going to touch that story with a 40-foot-USB cord just yet. (You can look at my Tweets from last night if you’re interested in some by-the-minute reactions).

I will, however, say this to Donald Trump (Who I’m pretty certain reads this blog religiously): YOU GOT PWNED HARD, SON.

If you haven’t seen Obama’s White House Correspondent Dinner address yet, get on that. At the very least, check out the part where he roasts Douchewagon McKnobBucket:

LIKE A BOSS.

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