Posts tagged kitties
She hates kitties, I love viddies, “What’s a vowel” HOT CHEETOS AND TAKIS!
Aug 18th
Laurenoutloud.com does not condone the kicking, punching, or otherwise physical harming of animals (shaming, on the other hand, is all good.)
That said, this video might be the coolest effing thing I’ve seen all week:
Moral of the story: fashion, I think.
Big ups to Reed + Rader for making this, and tons of other incredibly creative, weird-as-heck / entirely delightful works of internet art.
I wrote about viral videos more than usual at work this week. It was a good week for the YouTubes, ya know?
A few of my favourites:
- Gangnam Style
- Invisible bike helmet
- The beat-boxing beauty queen
- HOT CHEETOS & TAKIS (warning: total earworm.)
That little girl rapper totally jacked those moves from me. I swear to Hov, that’s EXACTLY the way I dance when I’m out with my friends on the town — which is exactly what I did last night. And the night before that, too.
So sleepy… fading fast… but first — WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?
No, no worries Amurrica. Your education system is just fine.
One more video for y’all. Well worth the wonderful, wacky watch if you like watermelons and weird guys:
Time to continue recovering now. BRING ME MY RANCH DRESSING HOSE.
P.S. – Happy Caturday 
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!
Cyriak tackles cats & Die Antwoord drops a new viddy
Nov 8th
The art of Cyriak Harris and kitty cat videos = two off my favourite things ever.
Thank you, universe (or Cyriak, rather) for me this gloriously effed up creation. It won’t even give me nightmares! (fingers crossed)
I just showed this to a new guy at work because he was curious about my gasps. Little did he know that I’d spend the next 10 minutes geeking out over British surrealism on the web and show him Cows and Cycles and Baa. He can find “Something” on his own if he’s interested. I don’t want to be responsible for giving anybody else nightmares.
Too soon to repost Zombie Walk 2011 gifs? Probably. Not scary enough to warrant nightmares? Definitely.
Try this new video by Die Antwoord on for size. If you’re not comforted by scorpions and angry South African men, you’ll likely be a bit disturbed. Don’t even think about Googling “Human Centipede 2″. Please.
I effing love that song. Great beat, mad passion, and that vulgar breakdown at the end is great. As always, Ninja and Yo-Landi rock my world.
“Fok Julle Naaiers” is the first single off of Die Antwoord‘s soon-to-be-released second album TEN$ION, and apparently it’s tied in some way to the band’s recent split from their label (Interscope / Universal Music).
I’m psyched to see what comes of all that. Such fokken love for those super heroes, I have.
Tonight, I’m going to the Toronto premiere of “Love Lies Bleeding” — The Alberta Ballet’s Elton John-based show. I simply cannot wait!
Full review to come. Please enjoy this Franch Star Wars Disco ballet in the meantime:
Work to do. Must peace.
Love always,
Lauren the Swiss Army Journalist.
Kittywood, Simpsons Food and The Weekennnnd wrap!
Aug 21st
Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!
How did this even happen? Wasn’t Friday afternoon like, 5 minutes ago?
Schwatevvs. I’ve been making a conscious effort these past few weekends to spend less time working, more time having fun. At first, it was very difficult to let go – to stop writing and researching and producing every spare minute I had.
But alas, there isn’t much warm weather left and with TIFF / Fashion Week / Fall classes right around the corner, I’m going to be perma-glued to the grind again soon (not that I mind)
I’d rather show you funny videos and photos than write about what I did this weekend, but for Future Lauren’s sake here is the long and the short of it… (actually, it’s just the short of it. What’s up with that idiom, anyway? ):
- I strolled around Kensington Market in the sunshine. Bought sugar skull stuff.
- I played this wicked fun card game called ‘Apples to Apples‘ with a bunch of my coworkers and lost. Kicked everybody’s butt at “You Don’t Know Jack” later though. HA!
- Still didn’t win the grand prize of games party… He sparkles and everything.
- I went to Hip Hop Karaoke Round 55 with Sean, Brock and Donnie
- Afterwards, stopped by the Roosevelt Room to pop bottles with some old friends (So freaking good to see you all – Andrew, Caroline, Cory <3)
- Went back to a buddy’s house and stole this scooter (because riding something that belongs to somebody else, even with their explicit permission and approval, equates to stealing right? No matter. Let’s not worry about the facts. It’s much more fun to mindlessly poke fingers!)
- Went to the gym a few times
- Thought I witnessed a real live McWedding (turns out, they were just playing around after the ceremony. Either way – I’ll take a number 4 combo with a side order of TRUE LOVE FOREVER! So fun.)
- Made a new friend
- Had some of my homies over to the crib for a little förfest.
- Went to this sick late-night jam that was like… keg party meets electro-club meets secret after hours. Met a lot of cool people. Danced hard. I took a few great photos on a corrupt memory card, too. Womp. Good thing it’s happening again next week:
- Took the subway on Saturday night. I wanted to walk, but it was raining so… TTC it was. Casie‘s overalls are the cutest ever.
I also did some grocery shopping and rolled around town with Walshie in his car car for a while.
Without further ado (another idiom that I don’t really get…), here’s some stellar Linkfarmitty goodness!!!!!!!!
A Pizza made entirely out of pizza-flavoured snacks. So meta.
Instructional English dancing video: I have a bad case of Diarreah!
Ridiculously talented Bulgarian gymnast is probably a robot. That’s the only way to explain this stuff.
TV Gourmet: 5 Simpsons-inspired Meals
Decent celebrity impression demo reel
Welcome to Kittywood studios – my dream employer, if only it were real.
Can’t… stop… Tumbling…
Tosh time. Gots to go.
Love always,
PS:
Milo and Otis and Yeezy and Hova: The Homeward Bound Effect
Aug 16th
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”…
Little Burgundy’s Cats and The VICE Photo Show
Jul 15th
“If the Internet had a spirit animal, it would be a cat.” – Little Burgundy Magazine , S/S 2011
What is it about felines that makes we the Interfolk love them so damned much? Better question: Why am I blogging right now instead of actively acquiring more cats?
Perhaps I’m just too lazy to put on a pair of pants at the moment, but more likely it’s because I can get my fur fix online without physically having to hug every cat.
I wonder if crazy cat lady populations have increased or decreased since the dawn of the modern web…
Oh, who am I kidding – I’d put that sweater on my cat in a heartbeat. It’s effing awesome.
The Internet and kitties go together like peanut butter and M&M’s, in my opinion. Not the most conventional of combinations, but it’s charming as hell…
No examples are needed to illustrate this point (I give them to you all the freaking time, greedy sods) but here’s one anyway: All 7 Harry Potter films in just over a minute, as acted out by cats:
“I have boobs now!” Hahaha. SO GOOD.
Anyhoo, Last week I ducked into Little Burgundy for the purpose of lusting over some House of Harlow wedges I do not need and – LO & BEHOLD! – A SALE! A big big sale. I bought too much.
Fortunately, my little spending binge was justified because I got one thing foh free. The best thing of all things, in fact:
C’est Little Burgundy’s Spring/Summer 2011 Magazine: The Cat Issue!
I’m a big fan of these lookbook / hipsterzine hybrids. It takes a lot of creativity to make branded editorial content genuinely palatable. H&M does it well, and Little Burgundy hit out of the park with this. Big ups to their
The articles and interviews were penned (keyed, rather) almost entirely by bloggers – good ones, too – and the “hipster cats” illustrations were done by Toronto’s own Melinda Josie. I’ve never met her but I think I love her.
Please do yourself a favour and visit the Little Burgundy Cat Issue microsite for a good chunk of hot shoes and kitty-related content:
Personally, I rather dig SNP‘s “9 Lives, 8 Factoids”. Thankyou for introducing me to Monsieur Chat!
I also enjoyed the page with photos from their Future Issue party because I was on it, sort of. See that little quarter of a blonde head in the background there? 100% me. I was talking to that dude forever and was the only severely platinum girl there if I do recall.
Last night, I went to a different party at that very same gallery. The only other time I’ve been there, in fact. It was the annual VICE Photo show in Toronto and it was a hot hipsterlicious mess. Literally. Walking into Show & Tell last night, I felt like I was entering a steam room – except the air was not thick with water, it was thick with Pabst Blue Ribbon and sweat.
The photo essays I saw were incredible (Check out Brett Grundlock’s “The Movement” – powerful stuff), but I think most of these kids came for the free PBR. It was cray-cray near the bar.
Those sneaky Vicesters set up a hidden Pizza Cam and posted the results of this project today. Fooking hilar, especially when you know half of these poor hungry guys:
I did some other fun things this week when I wasn’t busy pulling my hair out 10-6. Carly‘s sister Kristin had a launch party for her new boutique Hate & Heartbreak on Monday and Raymi danced. It was sexy and fun and great to see my blogging babes. Casie wrote all about it here.
The Blondetourage be making me happy <3
I’ve got to go now. Gunna channel this guy and make like a sick, fearless bastard right now… Going to unload my dishwasher TWO CUPS AT A TIME. I might even start a new book.
Fridays are tired days. It was a really long, hard one today.
Love you!
(For the record: Little Burgundy didn’t pay me to write this or give me free crap or even knows that I’m in love with them probably. I just really like cats.)
Would You Rock It: T-shirt Edition
Apr 6th
“Hey Ceiling Cat… I know it’s been a while since I prayed but, ya know, life’s been kind of crazy and… well, I was just wondering if you could maybe tone down my lifely obligations for a week or two so that I can resume my regularly scheduled blogramming?”
Thhhhanks.
Kidletts, it’s Would You Rock It Wednesday again. I missed two weeks, so I’m giving this post a SPECIAL sartorial theme: T-shirts, T-shirts, YAY!!!
Best. Shirt. Ever.
After two weeks of wearing dresses and heels like erry single day, I’m feeling my tees more than usual right now.
That’s David Dixon backstage at fashion week (you can watch the interview here) and this is a T-Shirt that you’ve probably seen before if you’re into geek Tees too, but is ridiculously sweet nonetheless:
So very Sheldon Cooper.
This shirt is also quite sweet, because it blends together two bits of culture that have each separately but profoundly impacted my life and leanings: Simplistic club-banging gangsta hop and Super Mario Bros for NES.
One-of-a-kind, too. Love that.
Almost as much as I love this, the WINNER OF MY BLOG for today – the winner of all things ever for this one moment right now. Take it in, friends… take in the awesomeness that is this shirt:
I shouldn’t have to explain why this shirt is perfect for me on so many levels (okay, two levels), but I will: I like cats and I have small b00bs.
Yup.
Side note: How many of you actually clicked on that link expecting a picture of my chest? Sickos.
Speaking of cats, this video came up in conversation today and I thought I’d share it again because I don’t think I ever did officially blog about it.
Another video that came up is this one for A Cause Des Garcons by Yelle. One of my favourites of all time!
When I was in Sweden 3 years ago, a French friend (Real French, not Canadian French) showed me that to demonstrate the Tektonic dance style, which apparently was all the rage in France at the time. I wonder if it’s still hot?
Maybe I’ll find out soon #BigThingsPopping
Finally, this story about the bald penguin who wears a customized wetsuit to fit in with his peers is so cute it actually hurts my heart a little bit, and that’s it that’s all because it’s 12:20 AM now and it’s not even Wednesday anymore.
Sleep.
Far too busy to be bloggy…
Dec 27th
The Christmas holidays haven’t been proper chillax in years. That’s growing up, I suppose.
I haven’t yet caught more than 5 hours of sleep on any given night since arriving home on Thursday, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Shopping, dancing, riding the snow…
Brand new kitties, old school parties…
Working, wrapping, rapping, roads…
Coffee dates, dinner dates, kitten cuddles, Rudolph…
Family, friends, blueberry snowmen…
Extendeds, acquaintances, puppies-in-law…
Windsor and Chatham. London. meh…
Fixing computers, fixing my hurr, working on my fitness. faux-foursquare.
Hipstamatic styles.
Food. Presents. More food and more presents…
The weekly wrap post (v. Xmas 2010) will be delayed a few days Please enjoy this video of my cats by the fireplace in the meantime. It’s ever so precious, you know.
<3LauLau
Conan + Jeggings. ‘Nuff Said.
Dec 3rd
Seriously. I don’t even need to say anything else…
But I will because, obviously, I can’t shut my big blonde flapping head like, ever.
Coan O’Brien injeggings is the greatest thing since kitties in yarmukles.
On that note, the team here at laurenoutloud.com (read: Lauren and her two cats) would like to wish all of our Jewish (and Jewish-Feline) friends a happy Hanukkah.
Now please enjoy this video of Conan O’Brien in ridiculously tight pants. I know whoever crocheted this did.
Doesn’t the word “crocheted” look like it’s pronounced “crotch-ah-tid”? It’s pronounced “crochayed” but I like the phonetic version better. Just so you know.
<3L
