"You're clearly French - you're a child of the croissant."

i legitimately believe i possess a higher-than-average accuracy rate when determining the fullness or emptiness of opaque containers.

i don't understand .php.

trying to establish a concrete framework regarding my beliefs in the supernatural is proving challenging logically, but fruitful ghost-wise.
What does ghost-wise even mean? Wouldn't you like to know.

it is not spring yet here. people talking about spring in "the provinces" is starting to piss me off. i might start calling them "les belle provinces". we get lumped into the igloo and inukshuk shaped catch-all of "the territories" all the time, so screw you guys.


i am going to Spain! Via Germany! We'll see who needs "one big beer" then, Germany...We will see how much broken english-in-a-german-accent i can cram into 24 hours....My prediction?
a lot.

But then i'll get to Spain and i don't have anything against Spanish people so i should be able to kick back, relax, drink some vino tinto, and rock out at the sweet sweet Primavera Festival.
Oh man am i excited. Wavves. Neil Young. Sonic Youth. Wooden Shjips. Ghostface Killah. Ya, that'll do pig, that'll do.
It has been too long since i attended a European music festival. Also i am excited for sun and heat. Plus some overdue Belfast action.
Summer, in the city. For a brief sojourn anyway.


Mostly i have just been this-ing: http://cfyt.ca/

oh ya, web design. feels like the first time.
Probably because it is.
But still, one simply must start somewhere.

you scalded my pet moth by accident

there is nothing quite like listening to a mixed cd called 'art mix: for appreciating, making or critiquing art." while doing art.
how did it get so "good"?

has anyone ever tried/successfully played an intranet version of truth or dare?
i think that would be fun.
when i get good at making websites (sometime between soon and never)i will make a website of that on the intranet and become the famous humorist i am destined to be.

what is the deal with that show "n3mbers"? {sidebar: i hate numbers replacing letters. it is dumb. yes, i am talking to all of you too, s7ven and l4yer cake. unless you are a lol cat or on a halo forum, don't bother.} are they supposed to be a-rab or jewish or latino or like dark slavic or what? ethnicity fail.
to be fair i've never watched a whole episode. i'm sure they get into it at some point.
i keep meaning to-- it has that dr. fleicshman from "northern exposure" in it. i freaking love "northern exposure". "this is why i live here?"
exactly.

i am having a poor go of taking photos lately. i don't know what the story is. it's like the spirit of jazz came and scooped up my mojo. just wearin' me like a glove.
anyway, my pictures suck.
plus i can't figure out what i did last summer to make it like slide film...
i welcome your feedback.

it is awesome to make telephone survey deliverers laugh.
really helps spice up the whole conversation.
i get bored.

kitty-cats look like they are smiling a lot.
except for those ones without hair. they are always frowning.
because they are scary gargoyle cats and i would be sad about being that ugly too.
i think it would feel like petting an elderly person. gross.

in conclusion,
shut up about brooklyn.

more than a spleening

friday the 13th was a day of convergences.
that's the wrong word.
coincidences?
still the wrong word.

happenings.

something is the happening...

i don't know what i would do if M. Night Shyamalan (name pronounced "SHAH-ma-lawn") stopped making movies. who would i make fun of? i guess there's always Arnold Schwarzenegger quoting his famous movie lines in broken english under the auspices of BEING THE GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA!!!! so a-barassing.



it kind of makes me hate california and feel shame about contributing to the horrors of this first world hell.

jl: H.P. Lovecraft, would you like to weigh in? hpl: Certainly Jen. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. jl: Word.

So now that we've got that out of the way, how about something french?
Ya. French bread.
You may remember me asking way back in november of 08 if i could ever improve my french bread making skills. (http://tiptoeingsanstulips.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-so.html)
well i think maybe i did.
or it just worked out well this time and will never rule again...whatever.

i ate it without even wearing a beret and it still tasted really pretty good.

most of the things i eat are on saucers. little spoons little plates. i could go for a divided dinner setup if stupid yuppies hadn't fetishised bento boxes to such an awkward degree.

summer. comin'. in an abstract sense. need to make a plan.

spring. comin'. in a more tangible way. though it's still -29 so i am finding it hard to imagine, personally. The aptly named Thaw-di-Gras festival happens here in the something of the somewhere. Spleen of the Klondike. That's it. Anyhow i am looking forward to Dawson kicking it live. Lip syncing, tricycle racing, chili cook-offing...oh ya.
Fake spring is weird.
Wrong word.
coincidental?
still the wrong word.

happenings. yes. the shoulder seasons are rich with happenings.
and anxiety. i feel like the spleen of the klondike!

Cave of Spleen
{not located in west dawson beneath dieter's giant slide, n.b.}

some final reflections from aforementioned superstar director,
my friend and yours m. night:

"I'm a master, a virtuoso – they can be handing me the keys to the kingdom and all I can think is, I hope I don't drop the key. "



yes. exactly.

Local Cable Rolling Ad

"it is a message without a code"

cha right.

release the bats!

nick cave: creepy looking, creepy sounding, australian.
pictured here looking a wee bit like jospeh beuys...but everything i draw looks a wee bit like joseph beuys, if you ask me.

i hope he's happy though, that creepy ol' nick cave.




all i really want is for everyone to be happy.





even australians. (though i would prefer if they kept their happiness on their own island)

australia's "finest"

drawing nick cave--

harder than i initially anticipated.


i call this one "working hard for my territory, featuring MP Larry Bagnell"

long title, i know, but it's worth it!

things i like about living with molly:

-eatin' snacks
-watching sci-fi serieseseses
-having lots of stuff on the walls
-drinkin' colas
-short-shorts friendly atmosphere
-faith-based lighting scheme compatibility
-jammin' out
-having kitties

things i don't like about living with molly:

-her butt
-its smell
-ew.

check a load of this guy (gal?)

that's Star Jones after some gastro-intestinal surgery but not all of it. dedicated to molly shore.

have you guys seen this Paranormal State show?
it's on A&E, so if you live somewhere that's not here, you might not have to watch crappy A&E, but i do, so that's how it started. Also, i am pretty into ghosts. More about that later, maybe.
Anyhow, this Paranormal State has just some kind of poor production values. plus, it doesn't make sense and it turns out they're a bunch of university turds http://www.paranormalresearchsociety.org/about.php and at Penn State no less!
blech!
ew!
yuckers!
not a fan.
i still haven't quite figured out if they're earnest about the whole thing or not. it is really hard to tell. it might just be a nerd-comedy jam...or another trenchcoat mafia in the making-- seriously-- check these goths out:


off the hook, right?


off the hook is a bad segue.

especially to this next segment [oh that's sort of redeeming-- segue-->segment]:
you know what i am really enjoying a lot lately? Cream of Wheat cereal.
http://www.creamofwheat.com/creamofwheat/default.asp
It's weird.
(both the cereal itself and my new-found love for it)
it's kind of like baby food maybe a bit. i do enjoy a good puree. I spent a good deal of time looking at the box today-- it is a riddle wrapped in a racism. really really special.

interestingly enough according to Fox News (credible source), Cream of Wheat man got a headstone in 2007.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,282832,00.html

so that's good news. really.


always end on a high note!

and the roof