my eastern european yearnings…



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I came across this image today at b3ta’s Phallic Logo Awards.

I had to laugh, this is totally a real logo. When I was in Prague a couple years ago with Collin, I was eating this stuff 2-3x a day.

It tastes like a sausage smoothie should and it spreads on baguettes like silky smooth peanut butter. I even smuggled a load of it home but for some reason, it tasted better there than here.

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The hard rainbow/supersurf/warp & woof/your world stage



“The Exquisite Corpse game (along with some of the most influential and intriguing art of the century) was developed by the artists and writers associated with Andre Breton’s surrealist group during the third decade of the twentieth century.

The process on this site has been digitized. It is a collaboration between a small number of artists, each with little to no idea as to what has gone before, creating a (hopefully) single, unified and otherwise unique work that could not be created any other way. Graphic skills, while important, need not be a barrier to participation. Flexibility, creativity, humor, and openness are indispensible.”

The hard rainbow/supersurf/warp & woof/your world stage

This has been the most challenging fun I’ve had in a long time. It’s an amazing creative process… very rewarding to participate, anticipate and finally see the result.

Guess which panel is mine (the exquisite corpse is divided into four panels, horizontally)…

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Uh, ya think this is a good idea?



Check out this “freely browsable database of crimes reported in Chicago” – even includes Google maps to mark the spot(s)!

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Now I know exactly where to go to score pot and/or find a pimp in Chicago. Right on!

According to chicagocrime.org, lately most crimes occur in the hours of noon to 3pm. I find that fascinating… I thought the criminal element were nighthawks.

This reminds me of a police scanner I had when I was a kid. I’d sit for hours listening to the calls come in. However, chicagocrime.org is not affiliated with the Chicago police by the way.

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You didn’t want to be seen with me. The jacket made you do it.



I felt so naive when I realised it.

Some years ago, I briefly dated an alcoholic/obsessive compulsive. He was fun, drinking was the new past-time and only now do I realise how serious his problems with alcohol were (I really hope it’s “were” – I saw him a couple years ago and he looked healthy). He had other issues as well but I was willing to overlook them. For example, he would properly fold my clothes for me when I stayed at his house. That might not sound like a big deal, but to me it was one of a few big honkin’ warning signs. Who folds their lover’s clothes? It was just weird.

Anyhoo, I blew past the caution signs because I liked him and we had fun. So one night, one of the last times I ever saw him, I showed up at his house for a night out wearing a hideous purple denim jacket. Really, it *WAS* haute couture’s top traitor, there’s no doubt. I should have lost my value village privileges for life.

So suddenly we weren’t going out on a date anymore. He invited me in and we ended up watching some Michael Jackson documentary on TV instead of going out for dinner. In recent years it’s dawned on me that it was because of my jacket. He was a meticulous, well-dressed guy (probably a Virgo) and I’m sure he was embarrassed to be seen with me in that jacket.

It had to be the jacket… How can you go from a dinner date to watching TV in less than 3.2 seconds? I’ve replayed that moment in my mind a few times now, the moment when he did the head-to-toe and suggested we stay in. It’s so clear to me now, the jacket made him do it. Why wasn’t it then?

And what would I have done had I realised it then? I’m sure I would have ditched the jacket. Dumb, I know. So in a way I’m glad I didn’t catch the rejection until now. And I also hope his character has strengthened since then. It was just a jacket, albeit unsightly.

AND at least I *KNOW* I didn’t look as greasy as Chet from Something Awful.

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Rabid fanimals?



I guess I have too much time on my hands lately because I’ve been thinking about all the pet names given to fanatical fans of certain bands or artists.

My list so far:
duranimals/duranies
kalanadians (for non-Canucks, this year’s “idol”)
malcolmaniacs (…last year’s “idol”)
claymates
nancies
deadheads
phisheads

It seems short, there’s gotta be more. Can you think of any?

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