Today’s post is going to be as stale as the gingerbread structure that I’m still working on. Ed says he enjoys my vintage posts, and I value his opinion. Except when it comes to the Avid BB7 brake calipers, which are garbage. Silly Briton is silly.
Anyway, this throwback post was written during my original Victoria days, back when I was certifiably poor, and a trip to Starbucks was considered a splurge. My then-roommate, Danica, taught me to embrace kitsch. If you don’t have the funds for tasteful décor, go big and go ugly. We had velvet paintings, an Astroturf rug and matching Astroturf topped coffee table with halved doll heads glued to the sides, a clawfoot bathtub, and a sink decorated with a hula skirt, a gold elephant clock with light-up flowers, and so on.
When Danica moved out, I took over her bedroom, which was actually a den and therefore had no closet, I found myself needing a dresser for my unmentionables. Why’d I taken over this room, then? It was large, had a fireplace, and a private balcony which was illuminated by a red lightbulb. It was my own little red light district, overlooking a tree decorated with baby doll parts.
Continue reading “January 9, 2006 Throwback blog post.”
I was hoping to use my days off to write up a recap of Netflix’s Deaf U, but my laptop had other plans. The lock screen would appear for a fraction of a second before the computer shuts down. It was infuriating, although it also meant I was able to get started on this year’s gingerbread house.
Yes, it’s October. I should be focused on pumpkin spicing things up and eating fun sized-treats spookily; instead, I’m practicing Christmas in October. If supermarkets can do it, so can I.
Continue reading “My sweet house and incoming Horse.”
The nerdiest hobby I can think of is making your own fishing lures. How can something so redneck also be arts and craftsy? But if someone were to put a DIY lure kit in front of me, I’d probably happily participate.
I loved the sand art stand at the PNE. You’d get a clear bottle to fill with layers of differently coloured sand. When your bottle was full, you’d hand it to the carny who would then hot glue googly eyes, a golf tee on the bottleneck, and then seal the sand in with hot glue with a few feathers stuck in, transforming it into a bird.
All this is to say that I’m generally in favour of custom items.
Remember this fuckery?
Continue reading “Dyeing for a change.”
Hey everyone, come and see how good I look!
Continue reading “Look, look, looky-look!”
I may be summoned to work in a week. I received an email on Friday announcing that the bike shop would be back in operation by the 11th. Yet, neither Yann nor I have received a separate email saying that our services would be required.
Continue reading “Doing the right thing the wrong way.”