Internets, please tell me when to pee

[Just Some Girl]

Maybe I'll speed read.

Is that code?

I heart you and your funny.

[Just Some Girl]

Sorry, Cavs fans.

Also, just watching the (repeat) Justin Timberlake appearance on SNL. I hate that kid's music, but he seems genuinely and effortlessly funny and seems to have an infinite capacity for making fun of himself. I think that's pretty admirable, so while I can't say I'm a fan, I think he's talented.

Does that banish me to some sort of Punishment Isles?

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

We have tickets to see Up in 3D in a couple of hours. H___ says I don't need to watch Russ Meyer's version to appreciate this one, but I'm planning on rewatching it tonight anyway.

Yeah, I thought it was a remake too.

[Jesse]

Just came back from UP. Beautiful... moving... what mainstream movies should be. I'll go into more detail should there be a need to debate, but for now, I'll just happily and heartily recommend it. It's up there with Toy Story 2 and The Incredibles for best Pixar yet.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Sorry, Cavs fans.

 

Also, just watching the (repeat) Justin Timberlake appearance on SNL. I hate that kid's music, but he seems genuinely and effortlessly funny and seems to have an infinite capacity for making fun of himself. I think that's pretty admirable, so while I can't say I'm a fan, I think he's talented.

Does that banish me to some sort of Punishment Isles?

Black people actually dig him, so you know he's good.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Just came back from UP. Beautiful... moving... what mainstream movies should be. I'll go into more detail should there be a need to debate, but for now, I'll just happily and heartily recommend it. It's up there with Toy Story 2 and The Incredibles for best Pixar yet.

Now go for the double feature and see Drag Me to Hell.  There's still time.

[Doctor Rock]

Does that banish me to some sort of Punishment Isles?

You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?  Perv!

[Just Some Girl]

Fucking hippies!

My friend Isabel and I walked to Kensington Market today forgetting that the last Sunday of every (spring/summer/fall) month is "Pedestrian Sundays" (aka Car-Free Kensington). Which is great in and of itself. (Cyclists are allowed, too. All cars are completely blocked from the whole 'hood, which I do love.) But it also means face-painting, stilt-walking, giant puppets -- and other hippie-dippie "performance art," duelling bands on seemingly every street corner (mostly of the jam-band variety, though we did have the "pleasure" of having a beer on a patio near where a hardcore band was playing), the samba-band parade, etc. It's a cool enough thing to experience a whole section of town shut down to traffic, but the crowds (lots of hippies, did I mention?) can be a bit grating.

Here are a couple of poor phone camera shots of the samba band (in front of the cute-boy cheese shop) and just crowds in general, while we were waiting for empanadas. (The upside -- other than the glorious lack of cars! -- is the street food!!)

[Just Some Girl]

The only car allowed in the Market is this one: An old beater that's been parked in the same place for years (well, it appears every summer and stays there all season), and planted, back to front, with all sorts of plants, grasses and flowers. It's purty cool, says me.

[Just Some Girl]

I wish I got better pics of the samba parade (the actual band practices once a week in the park near my house -- fucking hippies! ha) because the women were in incredible native South American costume -- these great flouncy, swirly dresses -- and it's hard to tell from the pics but they're all having such a great time.

Incidentally, right beside the Chocolate Addict store in one of the shots, and out of frame, is the Hot Box Cafe, which I encourage you all to visit ...when you come visit me. Bring your own and light up. (They also have a head shop below, but Pogo! would know more about that part than me. )

[Tripp]

looks fun..!

[matthew]

Great Moments of the Waste Island:

Becky and I biked into Pointe-Claire Village the other night. Not much of the 17th century settlement remains, but enough that the stretch has been converted into an artisanal bakery and antique boutique district for yuppies. However, smack dab in the middle of this strip is the premier underage drinking (baseball cap mandatory) joint, Clydes (formerly a skeezy biker gang hangout). To escape the din we headed down to the Parish of St. Joachim and the windmill.

We sat on a bench near the choppy water while the moon glowed above. After about an hour or so our conversation was interrupted by a car, speakers pounding, parking about 40 feet from us.

Speculation abounded: was it a weed deal? was it a backseat fumbling?

The door opened and a single figure stepped into the street. The music, more audible now, sank in and I remarked "That's High Hopes from the Division Bell album. Pink Floyd." Becky now speculated that they were getting high. I wasn't so sure. It looked like this guy was alone.

Then I realized...he was throwing up on the sidewalk at regular intervals.

THE GRASS WAS GREENER!
(boooouuuuggghhhuh)
THE LIGHT WAS BRIGHTER!
(splatter)
THE NIGHTS OF WONDER!
(heave)

Anyway, we had a good laugh at this poor sap's expense.

[bebopbalogna]

i listened to the division bell once.  i almost threw up.

[Just Some Girl]

knnnnnnch.