Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Manic for the Street Preachers



I know that I could be strung up by my toenails for being a Serious Music Librarian and admitting to my proclivities for pop music...so it's a good thing that I haven't had a pedicure in awhile. Because I have to tell you that I am LOVING the stank out of the new Manic Street Preachers song. It's one of those songs that Virgin Radio plays approximately every 17 minutes and I still love it every single time.
Bonus that Nina from The Cardigans is a guest vocalist (although I'm hating the fact that she resembles a 2nd season Felicity in the video).

Monday, April 23, 2007

The Hills : The Fiasco

So picture it, two weeks ago today I was watching The Hills + after show (as I do) when alls of a sudden Jesse (the redhead host) asks me if I wanna come and be part of the Hills Season Finale and after show...hell ya! I screamed and immediately flew off an email.
Fast forward fifteen minutes when I receive a happy little notice telling me to show up at the Masonic Temple on April 23rd. Again I scream.
Fast forward 48 hours later when all of my friends punk out on me because they're all too cool for skool and refuse to be a part of any Masonic activities. I want to scream.
Fast forward another 24 hours when my new best friend Steven agrees to come with me even though he had not seen an episode (sidebar: he's now a happy addict).
Fast forward to today. Steven and I skipped out of work at 4:45 to run over to the studio and get in line. At the moment that we were exactly halfway there God decided to open the heavens and test our love. The rain was literally coming down in sheets. I felt like I was in Thailand. Unfazed, we travelled the underground as far as we could and when we surfaced again the downpour was no longer coming at us sideways. We pressed on to MTV headquarters. It was when we started to get in the company of leg-warmers and miniature sized hoodies that I knew we were close.
When we finally got there. IT. WAS. MAYHEM.
Broken umbrellas. Screaming teenagers. Burly bouncers.
We didn't get in. We had neither the tickets nor the VIP status.
It's okay Lauren, I still love you.
And at least now I can watch the finale with a glass of wine and a pack of twizzlers.
Yep, classy all the way.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Cats and Flowers: Lesson learned


The Lily, originally uploaded by Librarian In The City.

Last week I bought these beautiful lily's to remind myself that a world did exist where the sun shone brightly and the ground consisted of more than gravel and pigeon shit. I bought them when they were still young and closed up and then Monday night, suddenly, as if lured out by Lauren Conrad's voice one of the blooms opened.
It was lovely.

The cat thought so too...hence the yellow blush I awoke to this morning.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Monday, April 16, 2007

I can feel it in my bones


Spring Tulip, originally uploaded by Librarian In The City.

On the weekend I bought some tulips, not just because they were a lovely colour but because I needed SOMETHING, ANYTHING to get me out of my seasonal affective disorder funk.
I also turned on all the lights, played some Bob Marley and hiked up the heat. It still hasn't worked. Perhaps this weeks forecast will cure the blues...

Oh so smug


Oh so smug, originally uploaded by Librarian In The City.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Goodnight Kurt


Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
1922 — 2007

"If you really want to disappoint your parents, and don't have the nerve to be gay, go into the arts." K. Vonnegut.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

This drug problem is getting out of hand


Mols may soon need to enter cat grass rehab.

Candy and Popcorn

Dear David Miller

It's not that I'm against you cleaning up the shady areas of Nathan Phillips Square but this morning when I got out of the shower and saw this sitting on my unfinished patio I have to say that I was more than a little freaked out.

Please take back your crazy homeless ladies and give them a nicer place to sit than my little perch. Also, she left a whole wad of dirty kleenex out there and I would appreciate if you would come fetch them.

PS. I'm not yelling at you, you're still my big bad blonde mayor man and I love you.
PPS. Please tell me you're pulling out the Pride leathers again this year. Please.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

my boys are back

My boys from Entourage are back...just in time because once The Hills ends I'll be left all alone on Mondays. I must admit that I have been trying to cut down on my TV consumption in the new pad (particularly since I bought the new stereo system), however I CANNOT break up with Vince. You can't make me.
I have a sick fascination with this show. It's kind of like if you got the chance to be invisible and lurk around the lives of boys. Because let's face it even though they are rich actors living in LA, dumb boys are still dumb boys.
Oh yah, that and Vince is hot. As stank.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Mols got his groove back


After much pacing and exploration of every crevice of the new pad, Mols has finally found a place to rest his wee, weary head.

My hot and soapy holiday

I continued to explore the wonders of the condo yesterday, did my first wash in the front loader and used this little wonder...it's a dream. That's right, I love my dishwasher. Shut up.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The One With The Bris

While packing up my belongings over the last few weeks I came across a photo that had been left by the previous tenants. The seemingly innocuous photo was found lying underneath the refrigerator and it took awhile before any of us could figure out what was happening.


Alas, the picture captured a scene moments before a bloody, bloody disfigurement took place.


I've taken the liberty of scanning the photo and circling said scene with a bold red circle here for my fellow gentiles in the crowd.

Aside from the little bundle of baby and the middle aged man holding its penis there are several things that I find fascinating in this picture. The fabulous curls on the man to the right, the clearly distraught woman in the trench coat and the plates on the lower right giving evidence to the fact that the picture taker is in fact standing within equal distance of the soon-to-be-severed penis and the infamous Bris Buffet.

Above all, I absolutely love the man in the upper left corner. Rubbing his temple, eyes closed, distraught look on his face...I feel for this man and would like to think that he is also a gentile witness to this ritual. It may be that it is the actual custom for all those in the room to look away while that little piece of pink flesh is being sliced off in the middle of the living room - but I prefer to think that while massaging his head he is questioning just how he got talked into coming to this event...and then he remembers...the latkes. Ohhh the delicious latkes, they'll get you through anything. Even a bris.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

More Peeps

and in the ongoing celebration of all things Peeps, here is my favorite foray into the world of Peep experimental art.
in this episode the Peeps go to the library and have a nasty accident at the paper cutter.


Peeps for Passover


makat bechorot, originally uploaded by stylecouncil1.

I love Peep art.