Posts tagged cats
Toronto’s transit system in the style of Super Mario 3 and the kitty cat pocket shirts I totally freaking need
Eh yo, I’m eating one of these right now. Lil’ shrimp, you know it. You jelly? YOU JELLY?!?
Weemp Womp, that was an aggressive way to start a blog post.
Please, dear reader, ignore my Pingu sass and enjoy this map of the TTC rendered in the style of Super Mario Bros. 3 for SNES. It was created by Dave Delisle, who’s also gussied up Montreal, San Francisco and HOTlanta among other cities if you’re into that.
When I stumbled upon that map today, it reminded me of another map I had intended to blog about a few months back. If you live in Toronto, you’re going to love it, and if you don’t… you probably won’t get it at all. No worries, Urbane has done plenty of cities (does Boston really have a neighbourhood filled with doctors?)
Behold, Toronto neighbourhoods by stereotype:
My hood is labelled “hipster mecca.” *sigh* … Accurate.
What else am I feeling lately (aside from everything ever)… AH YES! THESE SICK EMBROIDERED CAT SHIRTS!
Japanese srtist Hiroko Kubota based every single one of these shirts on a cat photo her son found on the internet. If that’s not 2013 precious, I don’t know what is.
Hehe. The hilllls are aliiiiiive, with the sound of bitttchessss….
Okay, last but not least, I need to alert your attention to this concept model for a wearable personal space protector — the “Spike Away” vest. Singapore designer Siew Ming Cheng created this to put the smack down on people who stand to close to other people on public transit. YES!
“Trains are usually crowded during peak hours. Everybody will push each other to try and get onto the train. How can I protect my personal space? The idea was then conceived,” Cheng wrote on Behance.
This would be perfect for riding the King West street car or even just going into any public space where children run about and accidentally touch you sometimes *shudder*
Well done, Ms. Cheng!
Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat: A Photo Essay that will probably make you call your grandmother
Meet Misao, an 88-year-old Japanese farmer, and her nifty-eyed ride-or-die companion for NINE lives, Fukumaru.
Misao found Fukumaru (“God of fuku”(good fortune) + “maru”(circle)”) abandoned in a shed on her property as a kitten. She decided to adopt it, and since that time they’ve been inseparable.
Misao’s granddaughter, photographer Miyoko Ihara, has been documenting the her grandmother’s life for 13 years — and thank goodness for her efforts.
The photos in her new book dedicated to the pair are stunning and the story they tell is as heartwarming as it is gutwrenching.
“Partly because they are both hard of hearing, my grandmother and Fukumaru are always looking into each other’s eyes. They’re really close,” Miyoko said in an interview with Nippon.com “Fukumaru is so happy and contented at my grandmother’s side. When I take a picture of the two of them together it’s like I’m photographing myself as a little girl.”
I was bawling by the time I got to this one (spoiler alert: the cat doesn’t die. I just tear up easily when it comes to animal things.)
You can buy Ihara’s book here for 3,800 yen. Worth every penny (yenny?) imho. Apparently, it’s taking Japan by storm.
In other cat related goodness THIS:
Happy day after Caturday.
Brace yourselves, 80′s babies — here comes another stake into the heart of your childhood… Don’t shoot the messenger (with your duck hunt gun, pyaw!)
Blowing into Nintendo cartridges “to get the dust out” may not actually have made them work better.
I know, right? It always (okay, sometimes) worked for me too.
Take that for what it is while I stare blankly at my laptop screen for a while…
Alright, I’m back. Now let us movie on… to Henri!
We’re like Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, him and I… minus all of the weird sex stuff. Minus any of the sex stuff. I love kitty cats, but not like that. Why would you even suggest that, you sickos?
He dropped a new YouTube video today after a newspaper in Seattle asked for his views on politics:
Vote Tuxedo Stan for mayor of Halifax!
I know that this was supposed to be a tongue-in-cheek piece, but hot dang if Edward Keenan didn’t go all Edward Keenan on us with his magical words and powerful facts, legitimately convincing me that Toronto should probably separate from the rest of Canada.
Think about it. We’re bigger than Nicaragua.
Better yet, listen to new Toronto’s national anthem (by Donovan Woods):
Oh, Toronto, I’m pretty sure I feel at home.
Well done, Mr. Woods!
It’s been two years, last month, for me as a Torontonian. It feels like I’ve been here so much longer. It’s safe to say I’ve never fit in better anywhere, in any city before. I wonder if that has more to do with who I am now than where I am now… but sheet, you don’t care. I don’t even care. Let’s get back to the important things:
Saline forehead injections are a thing now, sort of. Read all about that here… I already wrote about it once today and I really don’t think I can spend 5 more seconds looking at body modification trends today.
Saved by the Bell is on. A really old one, where the gang struggles to study for Testaverde‘s midterm. I’m going to go do some homework meself! Prepping for a talk on Saturday. Check it oot if you’re in NEPA!