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Doggy Wheelchair, Rollahcoastah, Nicolas Cage is not your resume.

A hoy hoy, homies, and a very happy Sunday to you.

A very happy Sunday indeed. Long live animated gifs. Long live movies that revolve around hot, shirtless guys. Long live Channing Tatum’s… everything.

And speaking of things living long(er), guess who didn’t die this week?

 

Thassright. Despite everything my inner alarmist shouted as we oh-so-slowly crawled toward the top of the Leviathan‘s massive first drop, I didn’t fly out of my seat and explode against another coaster.

I actually had a lot of fun making terrified faces at the camera strapped to my chest – most of which were completely unintentional and pretty damn hilarious I’m told.

That was after 3 rides. Hot, sweaty and spooked, but straight stoked to be riding roller coasters for work (right?!?)

I found something called Party Cheese at Brodie’s place last week, which also got me excited. Not because I’d ever actually eat this mystical crap (no refrigeration needed!) — but because it’s freaking Party Cheese and bwahaha:

“We party,” said Brodie.

Here’s my parents with his precious babycat Mini; Likely the only grandchild they’ll ever have:

Mom and dad were in town to visit us both and it was just so nice to have real family time again. To eat together and hang out and talk and tell jokes.

I really miss being part of a family unit — the kind that lives together before the kids grow up-ish and move away for school and end up settling down in Toronto after graduation because that’s where all the good jobs are and yada yada yada.

I find that being in your 20s is difficult in that way. It almost feels like you’re in between families; too old to be part of the one you came from (at least not in the same way,) and too young to start one of your own. For all of the freedom we enjoy, it’s lonely too. Profoundly so.

Thank god for cats.

On a sunnier note, CHECK THE F**K OUT OF THIS ADORABLE DOG:

Her name is Lexus, and that wheelchair is custom — built by her owners out of a modified old human chair to help keep her moving after a tumor-removal surgery cost her the ability to walk.

Unfortunately, despite their best effort, it wasn’t quite cutting it for this lovable lab mix. She needs a proper doggy wheelchair.

AND GUESS WHAT? She’s totally getting one.

victory stock image

You can read the full story of what went down here. It’s probably one of the nicest things I’ve ever helped to accomplish over the course of my journalistic career.

This piece about a woman who accidentally sent a photo of Nicolas Cage looking all freaky-like along with a job application is not quite so moving… but way funny.

And really, that’s what matters most to me. Hilarity.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHSAHSHAHSHA.

Love always,
Hambubger

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Milo and Otis and Yeezy and Hova: The Homeward Bound Effect

This video just made me legitimately bawl my eyes out at work.

Watch it anyway though – it’ll probably make YOU laugh and go “awww!” because YOU didn’t rent The Adventures of Milo and Otis from the Chatham Public Library every Saturday between 1993 and 1995.

Or maybe you did, I don’t know. I don’t even know you.

The reason I teared up while watching this fine piece of post-postmodern perfection is not because I’m sad that Otis (one of the best track’s to come out of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s much-hyped recent collab) is not even ON the album it’s been promoting, or even because I was grossly disappointed in Watch The Throne as a whole (it’s actually grown on me a lot since that first underwhelnmed spin).

It was this, guys:

You look me in the blog and TELL ME that you don’t CRY YOUR FREAKING HEAD OFF every time you watch that movie and see little Milo stuck down a hole. If you’re not a black-hearted goblin, you cry even harder when Otis comes along with a little stick, and when that fails a little rope, to save the day. To save his friend.

Nothing, save for maybe Deja Entendu, can make me sob like an animal adventure flick – not even death itself (chiefly because most of the time, I can pretend it doesn’t exist).

I call this proclivity for crying my eyes out to stories about fictional talking house pets “The Homeward Bound effect”.

I couldn’t find a photo of Shadow stuck down that dirt hole, but I can assure you that it’s every bit as painful to watch as Milo’s strikingly similar predicament.

Even more sobworthy? That moment after Sassy and Chance come back to the family, when’s Peter waiting for Shadow and his parents are like “He was old, Peter… he must not have made the journey…”

And then BAM! Shadow comes limping up over that hill like “PETAH, MY BOY! I’M HEEYAH! I LOVE YOU, BOY!

I didn’t make that graphic, but I DID find it on the Internet just now.

So there you have it: the most ultimate weakness I’m willing to publicly reveal is Milo, Otis, Sassy, Chance, Shadow and those little kitties who stare at me through the bars of their Humane Society cages on the TV while Sarah McLaughlin sings “In the arrrrms of the annngelll….”

That’s not even fair, Sarah McLaughlin. Way to make mascara run all over my face, shirt and single white glove. I can’t very well go to church NOW, can I?

In other news…

- Google bought Motorola today
- Two of my old friends from Windsor got married this weekend in a very cool way and they’re totally famous now (Surprise wedding! Congrats Shawn and Colleen!)
-This 8 bit hair bow is sweet
- This Russian Road Safety Campaign uses Smartphones in an effective way
- My sleeve smells like tuna because I spilled tuna juice on it
- Cats do yoga sometimes
- Lizzie McGuire is pregnant
- I want to move to Brooklyn, so hard
- I saw a rocket ship gumball machine on my way to improv class today

Now, here is a baby kangaroo in pajamas:

NOIT NOIT!

PS – Please sign this petition if you can to ensure that Toronto Animal Services doesn’t get lumped in with all of that “gravy”…

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Puppies, Yuppies, Hippies & Buggies: A very Churanno Weekend

Gather round, my noodly goons – it’s time for us to share some tunes!
Click here to make sense of that rhyme then GET BACK, YOU! It’s story time…

</weak verse>

I don’t know where that came from, sorry. It’s TUESday BLUESday and I’m feeling LEUpay. And also like this:

Frig… enough with the rhymes – my gears they grind. (THAT ONE WASN’T EVEN GRAMMATICALLY CONSISTENT! *refrains from trying to ork the word “persistent” into a sentence* *writes a coherent line of poetry that ends in the word “persistent” and then deletes it because this is getting quite weird*)

I was going to post a bunch of photos from my weekend yesterday but I ended up falling in love with something else and photoshopping random objects into my hands instead. Look! Slacktory wrote about the fact that I created something based on THEIR creation. So exciting!

FULL CIRCLLLLE.

Now about this weekend…

I love a me a hot Saturday in the city, especially when I’ve got nothing to do but enjoy it on my own clock.

It’s rare that I don’t have to work AT ALL during a weekend, and normally when faced with such fabulous circumstances I gets the heck out of Dodge-ronto. This weekend though, I decided to stay – and I’m glad. It was good.

Friday night, I worked late but ate some watermelon sorbet in a waffle cone for dinner so… that was okay.

On Saturday, I did my gym thang in the morning and then spent most of the afternoon walking around Queen West, just shopping the shops and peeping the peeps.

Trinity Bellwoods was bumping with people and pets (typical for this park on a sunny Saturday).

“Take my picture, take my picture!” these guys said. This guy, too. He’s Russian.

The people were pointedly less than clean than the pups (hipster joke retracted) but that’s only because my Tw’homies from Paws for the Cause were giving doggie baths for charity that day.

“Paws Park Life” was an adorable fundraiser, but an important one too. You can learn more about what the hip, sexy animal lovers at Paws for the Cause do here – and check out the Drool Hunter’s blog for more adorable doggie wash photos.

By the time I hit the washing grounds myself, it was later in the day and most of the terrier traffic had tapered off. I did manage to snap a few big boys getting fresh though:

This little honey heart made my day!

After departing doggy dream-land (and any hope of keeping my suede boots dry) I walked around taking more photos of park people since the camera was already around my neck. Why not?

Some slackliners caught my eye so I stopped to watch.

Brown-pants girl: “Wanna try?”
Me: “Um, CHYEAH!”

I sucked and ended up doing cartwheels and handstands instead. They were impressed by my INCREDIBLE FLEXIBILITY AND BALANCE. My lack of strength would probably have disgusted them if they were they type to be disgusted.

This man was like, 60. He started doing some crazy stuff on a bench nearby and we all skipped over to watch. The cool hippies used their awesome upper body strength to float on the bench too while I continued to do handstands in the grass like “tra la la la la…”

I like my new friends and hope that I’ll see them again in the park. Maybe next time I will be able to remember their names and stay on the slack line for more than 4 seconds at a time. I dumped a whole whack of park and dog photos in a Flickr Gallery here if you’re interested.

Saturday night held killer Rooftop Luau party at a condo building downtown. Lots of young urban professionals. I’d identify as one too since I’m young, urban and professional but duuuude, I spent my day doing handstands in the park with people who don’t shave. I’m not a yuppie.

This is the fourth such party I’ve been to in the span of two weeks and I must say, I’ve got a bit of the condo fever. I live in an apartment above a flower shop right now and it’s great – huge, relatively quiet, perfect location – but I can’t have huge parties on my roof like this…

Somebody was giving out leis with condoms attached,  ’cause if you’re gunna get leid you’d better do if safely! Hehehe. Christine wrote more about that party here. I love the way she writes.

Sunday was a “catching up day” (busy week, late Saturday night, mountain of laundry watching me sleep… shick had to be done).

I went for a run in the park near my house in the evening. It was not lovely. You can read why here.

And that’s all she wrote about THAT. I’ve got some real work to do now. Please enjoy this geriatric lip dub (and everything else on my Tumblr blog by clicking here):

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