Posts tagged fun
Some things fit together so naturally, so logically, that you don’t even need to think about them — they just kind of go, like socks and feet, bread and toasters, gumzy and keebler 3…
These things are boring.
I wear socks in my hair, mmkay? And as for bread, I ball that ish up, dip it in hot sauce and toss it into my mouth like a soggy little timbit of FIRE.
Gumzy and keebler3 are actually just awesome and not boring at all. I stumbled upon that older adults from Virgina dater hookup thread while searching for “pairs of things that go together.”
Either the whole lot of characters there is inadvertently hilar, or I’m just severely overtired. Whatever the case, it’s greatest thing I’ve stumbled upon in the past half-hour.
Found this gif there, too. GOLD, JERRY, GOLD!
Anyhoo, this Pokémon x Fashion blog is also great, because unlike all of the things I mentioned above, Pokémon and Fashion aren’t the likeliest of combos. And yet it works, so very very well.
Turns out I’m not the only human out there who loves both Clefairy and Céline, Tentacruel and Thierry Mugler, Diglett and Dior (Not sure if the pokexfashion artist actually made any of these combos, I just like alliteration)
A whole bunch of outlets came along like “hurr durr lookit so cool” last week and now I’m like “HURRRRPDUURRRP I M COOL TOOOOO,” but like, I actually do like both fashion and Pokémon very much.
Exhibit Ugh, this isn’t about me. I’ll stop. Throwback Thursday, woo!
Wow, Sir Snarksalot up in here eh? I’ll tone it back. Hecka stressed out right now. Sometimes it comes out in sonnnnng! But not now.
Here are a few more cool posts from pokexfashion, which Internet tells me is run by a young man in ONTARIO (just like me!) called franny pack. FRANNY PACK, WHO ARE YOU? LET’S BE FRIENDS! DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR POKEMON CARDS? I’ll steal some from my brother.
Go check out the rest for yourself right here right meow!
Kanye West just spilled the news that KIM KARDASHIAN IS PREGNANT WITH HIS BABY at a concert in Atlanta and the Internet is actually, at this very minute, exploding like spiders across the motherfricking stars — so imma make this post quick, for the hour of joke-writing and eye-rolling over said bad jokes and photochoppery is upon us…
There. That’s my grand contribution to this momentous piece of history. Peep the original image here if you want to see what STRONG photoshopping skills look like while I get back to thinking about my own life (in like, 3 minutes.)
Jokes, jeers and jealousy aside, I’m actually really happy for Kimye.
Those E! marathons that entertain me while I clean my room / lie on the bed eating bon-bons have taught me that the Kardashian Clan is quite baby-friendly, and I straight up love Yeezy as much as ever – as a producer, as a rapper, as a hilariously conceited public figure and, in recent years as a fashion plate too.
Kanye’s style is supreme – and I’m not being ironic. I love how ballsy and fashion-forward he is in terms of what he wears both onstage and off. Did you see those Margiela masks last night? Priceless!
Anyhoo, tomorrow is New Years Eve and here’s what I’ll be up to:
FIRST, I’m hosting an early-evening cocktail party at my place courtesy of Pinnacle Vodka who graciously sent me soooo many bottles of their delicious Original Whipped (from France!) that I loooove — along with some recipes and mixology supplies and the like.
I hit the party store earlier today for decorations and have decided to set up a Photobooth, make cupcakes with edible glitter on them, and assist Sean in making some real food for people to eat (if they’re not feeling glittercakes for whatever reason, though I can’t see why they wouldn’t be…)
Raymi and I are co-hosting / bartending / co-tending / tarbending, so stop by and say hey if you’re in the good hood and over the gross New Year’s Eve club scene too (sorry promoter buddies — NYE is amateur hour downtown. If I wanted to get puked on by sloppy shoeless suburbanites I’d… go into a club downtown on New Year’s Eve. I’ve got nothing. It’s late.)
There will be jillions of photos from that party too, believe.
Now please go eat some broccoli with hot sauce on it like I am doing. It’s good for you, and delicious too. Chances are, you’re going to be doing some delicious things that aren’t very good for you tomorrow night (Tequila shots off the hood of a cop car? Don’t do that. Never do that.)
Winter changes people, mangs.
They get pale. Sullen. Reclusive. COLD.
Some people gain weight in the wintertime. Me? I gain shoes. (And also soup stains on my white shirts because winter is a time of increased soup consumption and I’m really bad at eating.)
This is what happens:
Going for long walks around the West-downtown on the weekends is one of my favourite things in life to do.
I’ll go traipsing through Liberty Village and Queen West, West Queen West, Parkdale, over to Ossington, Dundas West, sometimes even Kensington Market and Little Italy. I don’t go looking for an adventure, but I often find one. At the very least, I see tons of great art and meet a few interesting people / animals.
Cold weather can’t stop my walking, but it does alter my path a little bit.
Instead of walking through alleys or parks, I walk alongside my favourite shops; the good boutiques along Queen West, from Bellwoods to Bathurst and Beyond.
I pop into one every couple of minutes to defrost and look at pretty things, but looking always leads to touching leads to holding leads to trying on and then I’m DONE. HOW ON EARTH DID I LIVE WITHOUT THIS DRESS THAT’S GOING TO SIT IN THE BACK OF MY CLOSET FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS UNTIL I WEAR IT ONE TIME AND THEN FORGET IT EXISTS?
I won’t forget that one though. You know why? Because I DIDN’T BUY IT.
It’s the ones that get away that haunt me the most. I might go back to Fitzroy on Saturday to pick it up for a holiday party if it’s still there. I tried on this dress by Bardot while I was there too, but I don’t need another LBD knowhatimsayin?
I was still thinking about how maybe I should have bought that dress when I walked into Jacflash. Perhaps that’s why I decided to buy my new Coltranes the second I set eyes on them (in the flesh.)
I’ve been seeing these sick Balenciaga knockoff cutout boots all over Tumblr and Instagram over the past year. I even looked into purchasing a pair one time, but alas, every major Jeffrey Campbell retailer online has bee sold the frick out for months.
ENTER JAC! Not only did she have a pair of metal cap-toed Litas ON SALE, but COLTRANES! In my size!
I didn’t even realize I was doing the NastyGal pose abover until just now. I spend too much time (browser) window shopping, maybe.
I was tempted to buy both of these Unif dresses too (CAUSE THEY LOOK SO FLOSSY WITH DEM COLTRANES) but I decided to hold off, as there are in fact bills to pay in life. Plus, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the top part of the first one looks like it was fashioned from something that puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
HAHAHA, NOPE. And more importantly, No.
No more frivolous purchases for me. I’m saving up for a trip to cat island, which is a place that exist. Cat island is a place that exists. In Japan. Cat Island is a place that exists in Japan… Heaven… Japan… Cat Island…
PS: This song.
“Lord Neddard Stark of Winterfell!” shouted I. He didn’t get it so I curtsied toward m’lord and skulked away to rouse rabble elsewhere. WHERE MY GEEKSES IS AT?
Big ups to Telus and Casie and the CFL for making my first Canadian football game an amazing one. I may not follow the sport, but I LOVE me a some big excitement, and as far as events in Toronto go this month go – heck, even this YEAR – the Grey Cup was a huge one.
My entire weekend, save for a Saturday shoe and dress shopping spree, revolved around it pretty much. The streets around my office were closed off for the 100th Grey Cup Festival and parties / concerts/ meat eating contests could be found every which where.
Casie’s got a nice take on our time at the CFL Awards player’s party Thursday night here, and if you’re interested in the actual football stuff, you’re looking at the wrong blog.
According to some text messages, we were on the teevee a few times during the actual game, which makes sense because we were sitting directly behind game MVP Chad Kackert‘s folks.
But y’all KNOW I’m not about to spend 20 more minutes of my life scrubbing through football footage looking for two bouncing blonde heads (at least, not tonight.)
Here are some more anecdotes and photos from Sunday’s adventure (Storify a yeah-yeah…)
And that’s all she wrote for now, for it’s late. SO LATE.
Guys. GUYS! Do you know who that overgrown sixth grader shaking her tail on ELECTRIC FREAKING CIRCUS (that show we all loved to watch as kids but that got cancelled before we were old enough to audition for it) is?
What am I saying, of course you do. It’s me. I wouldn’t be writing about her if she wasn’t me, unless that gif included a hilarious spill at the end. HA! Lauren takes a tumble… now I kind of wish it did.
NOW PEEP THIS:
That was Electric circus on MuchMusic in 1992.
I was 7 at that time and understood very little of what I was seeing when my 16-year-old babysitter watched those commercials as I “slept” on the couch, but much like my overwhelming desire to group and be one of In Living Colour’s Fly Girls, I dug it.
Even as I grew into adolescence and realized that I’m more of an Elaine Benes than a Jennifer Lopez, my friends and I would watch EC during sleepovers late at night and practice our dance moves along to the TV.
Unfortunately, by the time I was actually old enough to be ON the dang show, it had been cancelled.
So when my homies at XBOX Canada told me that the show was coming back for a one-night-only HALLOWEEN SPECIAL on Saturday I was like “That is da bomb and also all that and a bag of chips. A bag of chips with da bomb inside of it maybe. Talk to the hand! Because it’s saying ‘please let me dance on the block at EC that night.’”
And they actually DID!
So much love to Dance Central 3 and MuchMusic right now. Thank you.
For a Canadian who grew up in the 90s, this was of a huge deal (and sheet, a way fun way to spend a sober Halloween Saturday.)
I promise you that when the millenials take over those Canadian Heritage Minutes, EC will definitely get its own: “Wearing Doc Martens and overalls to a dance club – a part of our heritage.”
You can watch a replay of the entire Halloween broadcast on muchmusic.com here. Look for the kitty cat freaking out to Rusko at 21:39. I love him.
I was also up on a block for the last couple minutes of the show (thank you, benevolent floor director man!) so you can catch me clawing at the camera and trying to drop it low in the background of many shots from minute 58 onward.
I don’t know how to logically weave in that Kim and Kanye were present without sounding like I’m bragging (because the rest of this post is so damn humble, obviously) so here:
I also saw TWO Nicki Minajs, Michael Jackson, and a surprising amount of my fellow 20-something dance loving homies.
Also ice cream with no pants.
If all of those gratuitous photos of myself didn’t get you in the mood to dance, check out the tracklising for Dance Central 3 – and also this video:
Not bad, eh? I’ve pretty much mastered the Hustle, and YOU CAN TOO if you’ve got an XBOX with Kinect because I’ve got a copy of Dance Central 3 to give away, courtesy of XBOX Canada.
All you need to do is drop a comment telling me which song from this release you’re most psyched to dance to.
The winner will be drawn randomly on Friday, November 9th.
And now I want to go play XBOX again. Bye bye
Hi there. I have something to show you, okay?
This young chap is doing something called a “helicoptero” and it’s not even fake. That gif is as real as the nose on your face (unless you’re one of those betches) and it. is. spectacular.
I’m probably going to give myself a concussion this summer trying to perfect my own helicoptero, but maybe I’ll succeed on the first try. Actually, I think I will. I can already do a cartwheel split so I’m pretty much a professional gymnast, right?
And now you know that the helicopteros exists, so we can continue.
Sorry for the lack of bloggage this weekend – I took a little bit of an Internet break (as much as I could, anyway) to enjoy real life stuff because the experts say that sometimes you should do that for some reason or something.
It was aight. I didn’t feel particularly refreshed or free or tralalalawesome, but I did get a chance to spend some quality time with my boyfriend, which is always nice.
We went for a walk.
I wore some new kicks from my homies at Sorel, and they’re as comfortable as they are adorable.
I’ll write more about them later when I post the unboxing video of these + this pretty pair of sandals. Pedicure first, though. I really need to get a pedicure.
You know what else I did on Sunday? I watched SO MANY MOVIES. Three of them, Which is a huge number for someone who averages maybe 10 per cent of one film on a good week.
When I started cleaning my room, A Bronx Tale came on – one of my favourite movies in existence.
Then, after I lied in bed watching the rest of it Casino started, and I couldn’t very well leave the house at that point because, much like Goodfellas and the aforementioned A Bronx Tale, you don’t walk away from Casino when it’s on TV.
I decided to use the next four hours to switch over my wardrobe / practice teasing my big ponytail while watching Sharon Stone go from Sharon Stone to Kate-Goselin-on-crack. Tsk, tsk. Such a sad character, that Ginger.
At night, Sean and I watched Thor. To my surprise, it was effing awesome – and not only because of the Chris Hemsworth thing…
… though it did help That guy is painfully hot, eh? I’m probably going to marry him.
He’ll propose to me with this:
While he’s wearing this:
And I will say…
Ahhhh juuuust kidding S. Simmer down. I would never accept a Star Trek engagement ring. I’m after one of these:
This little Rock, Paper, Scissors logic graphic below is circulating Facebook right now, which means that it was probably posted to Reddit a few weeks back or something. I don’t know. I’m a fair-weather Redditor right now. Whatever the case, it’s SO TRUE:
So excited for so many things. Follow my Tweets to see where I’ll be if you’re into the party report. If not? Kudos. Let’s meet up and do this to people when it’s all over:
For real. Who’s wants to pull YouTube pranks with me this summer? Mommy?
Would you rock a GOLD TOOF necklace?
Yeah… yeah, I would. I’m a total sucker for the quirky ghetto-inspired chic. You know, the kind of stuff that mocks gangsta-culture while simultaneously pseudo-implying that you’re down with the hood like that?
It’s hip without being hard. Winking. Cute. Perfect for white girls who lack a sense of identity. This is why Urban Outfitters makes soooo muccccchh monnnayyyyy.
Ironically, this piece comes from Etsy – the very place that UO
steals sources their design inspiration from!
I like that sweater, too. And the finger tattoo. And the RING. WHAT THAT IS? WHERE I CAN GIT THAT???
Another Etsy gem that’s already been sold:
Always a finder, never a buyer *sigh*
HERE though, is a little French coat I’ve been wearing lately. I got it last year in a tiny vintage basement shop but wasn’t able to bust it out much before the weather stopped being iciclicious.
Minty phresh. So sleepy, I was. I look. I’m not Yoda. Why talking like this I am?
I… I don’t know. That’s a picture I ripped from an old post.
Just a few more tidbits before I flee for the night, kay?
This is a photograph that Casie snapped outside of the Drake last night:
I got my nails done there (minty phresh, again!) but that didn’t last long…
DON’T ASK ME TO SIT STILL FOR FIVE MINUTES, GAH! Are you kidding me? That’s not going to happen!
I shouldn’t even post that picture eh? My cuticles are toe’up. Judge on, pretty handed women, judge on! *cries*
I bounced over to the Thompson Hotel for some rooftop action post-Drake. It’s just so dang nice up there. Schwanky. A little too schwanky for my tastes at night, but whatever.
It’s fun to pretend I’m a rich person — even if I stick out like a sore, spaz dancing, actually smiling sometimes thumb among the cool kids.
We went to Bloke & 4th for Taylor’s birthday after that, but my phone died and I didn’t really feel like taking photos anyway. Sometimes, a girl just wants to dance, ya know?
I kid you not, I actually Charlestonned last night to some house music at the Thompson. Sean was mortified. I was laughing my head off.
Mmmm to the hmmm, it’s true. I finally saw Bring it on: The Musical at the old Canon Theater in Toronto (Now called “Ed Mirvish Theatre” or something) and jeepers effing crow was it good. Shockingly good. Mind-blowing good. Punch a snarky hobo in the mouth good!
I’ll admit that I kind of cringed my way through the first leg of the show, with all of its annoying one-dimensional characters and soulless dialogue.
Fortunately, it got better by leaps, bounds and basket tosses when a steezier crop of cast-members hit the stage.
Voila, three of my favourites — Nautica, Bridget and La Cienega:
To quote the Chicago Tribune’s Chris Jones in his review, the directors would be better to do away with “all those lame cheerleader gags, snappy one-liners in the hackneyed, played-out “Clueless” and “Mean Girls” modes, and all the other campery and frippery that bog down at least the first 25 percent of this show, an opening quarter that is, to put it frankly, so bad that it nearly chokes the entire evening.”
Nearly. One is always better able to appreciate excellence when there’s a little bit of “meh” up in the mix, after all. As lame as the Truman High stuff felt, I was still entertained by all of the pretty voices and costumes and dancing.
Expletives started flying from my mouth, though, when “the crew” from Jackson (ie; the rough inner-city school preppy-rich-white-girl Campbell gets transferred to) strutted onstage.
This is the moment Bring it On: The musical went from Cheesy to “HOLY SH*T! DID YOU SEE THAT? OMG I LOVE THOSE OUTFITS. OMG I LOVE THAT NAME. OMG I WANT TO DANCE LIKE THAT. OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS. YOU GO LEPRECHAUN, YOU GO!”
I think it was loud enough that nobody could hear me popping my mouth off while the action was hot, but an audible “FU*CK YES!!!” was definitely heard by more than a few people when the first act ended on a punch and flash. I got some looks.
I have no etiquette when my senses are overloaded. Ask the ride attendants at Cedar Point who watched me flying-kick a garbage can out of sheer joy when I was 19. They were not amused.
Big ups if you get that reference.
Moral of the blog post: GO SEE BRING IT ON if you can. I promise, it’s like nothing you’d expect from a musical based on a movie that regularly plays at 2 in the afternoon on crappy Canadian Music television stations (Not that I don’t love the film. It is a classic.)
There are cheerleader fireworks, break-dancing leprechauns, hot basketball players rapping, quadruple threat 20-somethings just beating the stage up for hours, taking our names like MOVE. It was funny. Splashy. Dope. Entertaining enough that after 2 and half hours I STILL WANTED MORE. If you know me at all, you know how crazy that is. I can barely sit through an entire episode of a sitcom these days.
Here’s another video compilation. Neither do the energy of that show justice, imho.
When we left the theatre, Ashley and I were pulled over to Yonge-Dundas square by a sick, throbbing beat — like fruit flies to a bowl of apple-cider vinegar, crack-heads to an abandoned shopping cart with a quarter in the lock at No Frills.
Ohhh yeah! I had totally forgot that DESIfest was on this weekend.
First off – BWAHAHAHAHA to the name of that song. Secondly, that girl is GREAT live. I hope she explodes mainstream. I could find almost nothing online yet, but this Stranger Family she’s part of looks HUGE in India.
Because CIBC is so muliculturalistic and stuff, they were giving away paper turbans from a van. There weren’t any left when we rolled up so I swiped one from the ground under a garbage can. What Lauren wants, LAUREN GETS:
You pretty much need a PhD in Rubik’s Cubery to assemble one of these puppies, FYI. We had to walk into a Popeye’s chicken and sit down for 20 minutes to put just one together.
I was getting funny looks as we waited for the streetcar afterwards, which I completely understand outside the context of Desifest and related marketing activities.
“HEY!” I shouted (in my mind). “I got this for FREE from CIBC and I worked REALLY HARD to put it together! I am a C-I-B-SULTAN!”
It was so nuce to have Ashley in town. She’s one of my oldest and dearest friends from home – one of the only Chathamites I still actually see, truth be told. She gets the meaning of hilarious in a way that few of my Toronto friends can comprehend.
We had a great time just walking around my neighbourhood(s) and popping into shops, galleries, parks, etc. Some photos? Some photos:
Lastly, I just found some fun things cruising YouTube
I usually have the cartoons on while I blog on Sunday evenings, but the season is OVER and the TV listings are all re-runs, sports and Kardashian Krap. I’m not having that. Thank goodness for weird ancient Disney cartoons and baby sloth videos and the like…
Also worth a look = The Tim Burton zoetrope cake, this story about a stray dog racer and L8R by Azealia Banks. Pretty sure I’ve blogged that before… multiple times, probably. Watch it again. It’s good.
Sweet dreams, puppies!