we just want good times

I would be smiling more, if they had given me the Wizard of Oz background that I requested.

Sorry, I don't say 'cheese' – I find communal displays of cheer and/or cooperation highly distasteful. Also: something smells.

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Speaking of sadness: Mad Dog Vachon died.

I remember a news story about his recovery in hospital after losing a leg (car-pedestrian accident, followed by blood clot). All sorts of kids sent him hand-drawn pictures, and he held one up and smiled for the camera: in crayon lines it showed him lying on the road with his leg lying beside him.

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Almost got myself crushed the other day. Or rather: someone else was near at hand to do the crushing.

I like listening to podcasts as I walk to and from work. I understand it's a distraction, especially in the winter, when I have my hood up, but I consider myself a low-level offender compared to the innumerable smartphone zombies constantly lurch-stepping around me, so constantly surprised they are that the outside world exists, and is something to navigate, while they continue dumb-thumbing their lives away.

And then there I was, walking across the street because I had reached the intersection first, and thought the car would stop, surely it would stop because that intersection was, in fact, a FOUR-WAY FUCKING STOP. But no, it sailed on through, an entire family grinning idiotically.

glamour, by extension

C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *

the indisputable weight of the ocean

People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m

Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail. Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on . * * * * * C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK ( Whatever , I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and

red-handed

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