WIMPS, BLIMPS AND SNEAKER PIMPS.

Thisisme...NOW!

















I saw an 11 year-old private school kid on the bus last week with a backpack twice his weight and thrice his width on his back. And I wanted to say "Hey little buddy, I know how you feel..."
















Why did I just hear that in a Mitch Hedberg voice?? Weird.





















If I don't hurry up, he might finish university before I do.
















Anyway, I used to have some Adidas Gazelles, right??
















It seems like they're hard to find, at least in my size. (Six.) And there are some weird new ones that say Gazelle but aren't the same as the ones I had in '95. There are some stupid ones that are shiny leather and not suede. Maybe they always existed but who cares, they're uncool. My old roommate Darcy Cooke has some new Gazelles that say Gazelle SKATEBOARD and I wasn't that pleased when he pulled up the cuff of his pants to show me...

My steady tells me on his recent NYC ventures, he went to TWO Adidas warehouses and still no luck! What a catch, but he better get me some by 2009...

I remember knowing very well that Gazelles were cool and Campuses were lesser than.

















"POSERS" wore Campuses. And I was the real deal?? Shit, who knows?!

Maybe because Campuses had negative college-bound connotations, who knows...

Either way, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness was my jams.





















One time, when I was in grade 6 and people a year older than me who hadn't failed a grade were in grade 7, this girl in grade 7 loved my Gazelles so much that she was like "OH MY GOD, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME BORROW THEM FRIDAY! I HAVE A DATE WITH A HOT GUY FRIDAY! PLEASE!" I let her borrow them. 5 years later she was a lesbian.

I'm not putting anyone down here, I'm just saying. When I heard she'd come out, I immediately thought of when I lent her my shoes for her hot date.

So...my sneakers I wear every other day are my blue suede with yellow stripe North Stars. I got them at Athlete's World for 20 bones about a year and a half ago, and I guess they were some dying out re-issue because I want some more and they are super hard to find.



My North Stars are basically a cross between the Gazelle and the Onitsuka Tiger.
















My steady only wears the Saucony Jazz.







Except for this one time he worse these brown leather boat shoes he bought for his mom's retirement party at his mom's retirement party.

It was funny, this one time, we went to have lunch with my sister's roommate Lindsay Rogers and our friend Mansa right after Lindsay Rogers saw Richard Gere on the street??

And Lindsay Rogers was like (to Devin), "Oh cool, they're like platforms!" in regards to his sneakers. There's the low-pro and then there's the just regular ones. And they make you taller, yes, it's true, Lindsay Rogers.

Devin and his ex-girl lost their Saucony Jazz virginity to one another. Or rather, at the same time I guess. They got it(s) for cheap and I think I just found a picture of them whilst googleimaging!

















Anyways, I guess this means that when Devin gets back from his tour this week, I don't have to do anything especially annoying like shave my legs!

WOOP! WOOP!














YAAA! YAAA!














Wait, wait, this one's the best.





















Oh hey there little guy... Am I right?!

Oh good LORD! Just LOOK at this wittle PANDA!





















I dedicate that there baby panda to Mike Chiu, lover of all things cute.

I have to go write an essay now. I'm tired just thinking about it!

But probably not as tired as Scott Speedman gets from running through my mind throughout 92% oh my daydreams...

A Previously Unknown Organization Identifying Itself As The Deccan Mujahideen

My receipt from the Starboard bar
of Mumbai’s Taj Mahal Palace hotel
that Palm Sunday afternoon 4 years ago,
shows that we rehydrated with
a couple of Kingfishers, washed down
with bottled water from the high mountains.
I remember Formula One playing on a big-screen.
I remember complimentary packets of salted nuts.
The hotel's vaulted alabaster ceilings,
crystal chandeliers, hand-woven silk carpets,
dramatic cantilevered stairway and air-conditioning
had offered us an almost surreal respite
from the hawkers, gawkers and untouchables
outside on the streets of India's maximum city.
The next day, I remember catching an Ambassador taxi
back across the foul-smelling creek
and down through the outskirts of slumtown
to the Vee-Tee railway terminus.
There we boarded a train
which we didn’t get off of
until 36 hours later.

Browse the menu at Mumbai's Leopold Cafe

Etiquette Inivation Dutch

One particular Sunday ...



Sunday morning in the hut there was the seed: children (wise) together with their parents, the yellow paint red or blue, board games, calendars, play dough that sticks yuck ( but feels colombo), the games of our childhood to the beach where there is one at each end of two strings with a shuttle that wanders between the two when it spreads his arms (I do not know at all how it 's calls), tap water flavored games awalée canned egg cup and ball of cardboard, adults studious, games of hide and seek in the garden, coffee and tea with mint, Registration last minute ideas, clay, fish, stylized stained pants with acrylic paint, a family of Maripasoula the Ludothèque BLUE PISTACHIO, a mobile tree seeds, bursts of laughter, concentration and color ....

But do not you??

There is still time to catch up and do it again Sunday 07, 14, 21 December . The program Puzzle Wooden Guyana Musical Instruments in recycled materials, and Christmas decoration. Do not delay in registering places are rare ....

Son Nom Est Soko

The Scala in King's Cross
used to be a cinema.
Which is a happy coincidence,
because Stéphanie Sokolinski
used to be a movie actress.
In her vegan cowgirl boots
and Betty Boop smock-frock,
she steals tonight's show right from
under the nostrils of her Scandinavian hosts.
And she gets away with it because she’s so goshdarn cute.
Hardball cute you might say.
Soft on the outside and all crunchy in the middle.
95% sugar concentration.
Just the way I like my chanteuses.

Soko at Last.fm

Soko sings 'I Will Never Love You More'

MILKSHAKES ARE BORING.

Went to the dentist today. Things look better but I'm not allowed to chew for ONE MONTH.

Today on the wheels of walkman we have In Utero from a little known band called Nirvana.






















It came out two months after yesterday's fave, Siamese Dream, in September 1993.

It is worth noting that Miley Cyrus was zero years old at this time not that there's anything wrong with that.




















PEACE MILEY! (I know, I know, you were 10 months old; big whoop.)

By the way Alliy Brown, the In Utero tape is yours. I took it from your tape stash when we used to live together. I wasn't stealing, I just forgot to give it back.

















(Show me your tape player and you can have it back. Shit...last week when I was trying out my discman, I found myself listening to your pink Bran Van 3000 CD?? That was actually an accident...)

One time when Alliy turned 18 I made her a mixtape because we were going on a 2 hour car ride and her car was kind of a shitbox and I knew it had a tape player, plus it was her birthday like I said, right?





















It turned out they had gotten a CD player installed and the tape player was no longer. At this point, I started to think that giving her The Goonies on BETA for Christmas was a bad idea.

























Six months later, Alliy was working at Pita Pit where they had a tape player. She told me that she totally loved my tape and it was great to listen to at work.






















One day one of her co-workers stole it. It was a good time to say, "This is the pits. The PITA pits." And so she did. (I hope.)

This is probably a good time to mention that Jessica Biel's ex-boyfriend is hotter than her current one.






















What, you don't think so??






















You're WRONG.

2 GIRLS, GREY CUP.

So, what is this "Grey Cup Weekend" I keep hearing about...





























By keep hearing about I mean that no one I know in real life has mentioned it, but on AM940, some guy was talking about it all last week without actually talking about it (because I still don't know what sport it aligns with...uh-gain.) and he was all like "Montreal, get READY!" and going on about how whoever hosts the Monday morning show is going to be "Hung-OVER!" (on Monday.) So football is a Sunday thing meknows, and so I think it's football. I'd say I'm 90% sure it's football. But as I absentmindedly listened to Grey Cup babble over the past week, I know I thought it was hockey and then a day or two ago, it occurred to me that it was football maybe, because I started to feel sure I had learned it was football some other year.





























Guess who cares?! (Probably not Alfred.)



Anyways, I hope the Grey Cup is basketball because I like basketball, sometimes.



I'm not good at it or anything, but it's sort of fun to watch, sometimes.



























And it brings back good memories.



































What a dorky name Dennis is. Unlike "Electra..."













































Porno for Pyros!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!



So I hope that I win tickets to the Harlem Globetrotters from AM940 this week. It usually happens around 8 am weekdays that they play a song and then there is a question and then there is a winner.



At least that's how it went last week. They're not coming until April, so who knows...



And here is a poem I just wrote my steady in the wonderful world of hotmail improvisation.



Love is a burning flame,

Gingerbread lattes are bogus.

When school is over and done with,

Let's go to a party in togas!



When in Rome,

We'll wear them too.

And why not also,

In Katmandu??



It's getting even like Stevens,

That Cat is on the ball.

I'm losing my religion to Yusuf Islam,

Stipe, meet me at the mall!



In the foodcourt.

By the fake plastic trees,please...



By: Me







FADE TO BLACK...

BO-RING.

I still have braces, thank GOD!






















And my ipod disappeared into thin air and I'm listening to Siamese Dream on my SONYSPORT walkman, thank GOD!
























And I still don't have the internet.

Anyways, see you at the Emporium!

Фото нудисти

Call for goodwill ....

It's been a while since you Take your shopping bags for shopping (or at least you try) ...
You want your grandchildren one day have the opportunity to see the leatherback turtles on the beaches of Guyana ...
Tired of seeing lower rated "flower" of plastic bags.
You do not know what to do with your Saturday morning ...
So it's an opportunity to come to lobby during the week Waste Reduction , Saturday morning at the Farmers' Market (parking Kong Tia NG).
Thanks for your interest and availability via a quick phone call to SEED: 0594 38 31 50

Used Ski Doos For Sale

Games tinker


Sunday, November 23 (Yes this Sunday in fact) we invite you to make games, toys carbet grain.
You can take your children (your grandparents too) is a family workshop.
Rotate the info.

No Canines Were Harmed During The Making Of This Motion Picture

When I make my next film, there’ll be a dog in it.
And yes, you can hold me to that.
There’s something about the way
they gaze directly down the barrel;
right into the heart of the lense
and straight through to the other side
- observing this farcical human puppet-show
in farsighted lateral shades of sepia.
Glassy-eyed like some shellshocked Tommy.
A two thousand yard stare which says;
I know God is dead, and what’s more, I knew
he was dead long before Freddie Nietzsche did.
A quiver of the snout. A lolling tongue. The faintest twitch of an ear.
What can I say? It gets me every time.
Writer/Director Kelly Reichardt certainly knows the score.
Her new film, ‘Wendy & Lucy’ stars Michelle Williams
as the eponymous Wendy, alongside Reichardt’s
very own pet dog, Lucy, as the eponymous Lucy.
Uncredited for her role in her owner's previous film, ‘Old Joy',
Lucy is a golden brown mixed-breed bitch.
What one used to call a mongrel. Or a mutt.
Her page at the International Movie Database lists her as Lucy (XXIX).
Lassie was played by a male Rough Collie.
Toto was played by a female Cairn Terrier.
The Littlest Hobo was actually played by 2 different
German Shepherds, both of whom were called London.
But let’s be honest about this, compared to Lucy,
they were all just show-offs. Sideshow acts. Circus freaks.
Lucy's from more of a Lee Strasberg kennel-of-thought.
Her recognition at this year’s Fido Awards stands testament to that.
Based on a short story by Jon Raymond, ‘Wendy & Lucy’
is set in a small town in Oregon's Cascade Mountains.
Much like the Union Pacific locomotives
that moan in the night like beached sealions,
our two heroines just happen to be passing through.
En route to Alaska in a second-hand 1987 Honda Accord.
The film cost just $300,000 to shoot and lasts for 90 minutes.
Which is about 630 minutes in dog-time.

'Wendy And Lucy' trailer

Lucy The Dog at IMDB

The Fido Awards (The Doggie Oscars)

Trailer for a short film in which I play a dog reincarnated as a man

CHOCOLATE MILK ON MY MIND...

These are some things I overheard within the past 24 hours:

"I'm sitting in a cubicle at the library basically trying to find a gorgeous girl with a sick body in a white bikini." -guy sitting across from me on the leather (pleather?) chairs across from the look up books computers at the library.

And later on...

"I'm a nymphomaniac! And all I want is a Jewish cowboy!" -female voice behind me as Liane and I charged out of the Scotiabank theatre post-Role Models last night.

Well then....

So! Here are some of my fave role models!

Now looking at this photo, I think it looks like she just gave someone twice her age a BJ.

However, I wouldn't have expected so many other people to feel the same way...

It seems like sort of a mean thing to say about a 15 year old in the public eye??

OLDIES BUT GOODIES...

And the ultimate post-feminist powerbars!!!

Soanyway.

Best word combination e-mailed to me within the past week:

"i hate feist. i like her, but when she sings in french i want to cut her tongue off."

"hahahahahahahahaha"

I'm going to get some of my face re-worked at the hospital this aft, can't wait!

Sample Pastor Anniversary Invitation

Family Science Festival


This week's science festival in Guyana.
Scores of events are held everywhere.

And Thus Passes The Glory Of This World

I've an ability to stomach
happy-clappy finger-clicky
Nu-Folk-Pop better than most.
For that reason, ‘Peaceful The World Lays Me Down’,
the debut album from Noah & The Whale,
was the soundtrack to my summer just gone.
It's tweecore mix of fiddle, brass
and gently strummed gawkiness
instantly reminiscent of the back-roads
and boulangerie’s of French-kissed Provence.
Leading man Charlie Fink sings mostly love songs.
Sometimes he gets the girl. Othertimes not.
Such is the way of these things. Sic transit gloria.
If he wasn’t headlining a sold-out gig
at Camden’s Koko this evening,
Charlie Fink would probably be sat at home
wrapped in a patchwork blanket
watching an imported Hal Ashby film
whilst sipping Earl Grey from bone china.
In 5 years time, I wonder if he'll
remember just how meteoric has been his rise.
In 5 years time, I wonder if he’ll
still be producing Laura Marling’s records.
Still be getting nominated for Mercury prizes?
In The Year 2013, Charlie Fink will still only be 27.
The same age as Jimi Hendrix was
when he choked on his own vomit.
Then same age as Brian Jones, Jim Morrison
and Janis Joplin were when they met their maker.
The same age that Kurt Donald Cobain was
when he put the muzzle of that shotgun
in his mouth and
pressed reboot.

How to play '5 Years Time' on the ukulele

'Blue Skies': Live In Session (BBC)

Dining Out Invocation Prayer

Seed ecologists

Seed The trunk is now available to ecologists.

is a box filled with games, books, CD Rom, ideas, tips .... in short, a treasure chest for all the little curious to 4 to 12 years.
If you want to enjoy your class, your entertainment center, your children's ward, your association ....... please ask us. We lend in the
period of 15 days to all our members.
This offer is valid for just about anywhere in Guyana.

We All Dream Of A Team Of Carraghers

Number 1 is Carragher.
Number 2 is Carragher.
Number 3 is Carragher.
Number 4 is Carragher.
And so it goes on. All the way to the subs bench.
Tonight at The Lane, Liddypool’s travelling army
are dreaming of a line-up comprised entirely
of their homegrown number 23, Jamie Carragher.
It’s a nice dream for sure, but with
just over half-an-hour left to play
and trailing by four goals to a solitary one,
the reality is proving somewhat harder to stomach.
When the gaffer sacrifices El Niño
in favour of a South-American left-back
with only a stunted handful of
first-team appearances to his name,
it’s clear his priorities for the season lie elsewhere.
It’s clear then that it’s going to be a longer drive
back to the European Capital of Culture than usual
for the bull-headed Kopite stood next to me;
stuck deep with a lance and dazzled by the floodlights.
I can tell he’s already thinking about where
he’s going to hit The Wife when he gets home.
Somewhere where it’s less likely to show.
Near the kidneys perhaps. Maybe the soles of the feet.
But hey, come on, what do I know?
Maybe the guy lost a son in Afghanistan.
Maybe his mother is bed-ridden and requires 24-hour home care.
Maybe he’s waiting for the results of his bone marrow biopsy.
I'm thinking I might try and leave early.
Y’know, to avoid the crush?
Afterall, some of us have got work in the morning.


Mr. Starsailor sings 'We All Dream Of A Team Of Carraghers'

Fernando Torres 'Nike' advert

How To Make Agar Agar Flowers

Koérens


prime eco-festival of Portnawak ' place on Christmas Roura.

Portnawak past 3 years, strives to offer unique events.
This time, the actions for the environment will be even further:
energy control, natural or washable containers, tableware self-managed, manufacturing project outhouse ...

SIMON SEX GET THE FUCK OFF F-BOOK (Girls, rub on ya titties.)

I think I'm going to get the internet.

That's all my mom, my sister and my steady ever tell me to do...

"CALL BELL CALL BELL GET THE INTERNET CALL BELL GET THE INTERNET"

That's how my moms signs her P.S.s (pee-esses).

So I think I'm going to, because then I could be showered with more affection although I have been getting a lot of mail lately, mostly owing to my dad obviously manipulating everyone who e-mails him him with variations of "Oh poor Nicola Picola, what TERRIBLE luck, send her my love Johnny, would you??" To which he must reply, "SEND IT YOURSELF! HERE IS HER ADDRESS. IF IT WEREN'T FOR REAL MAIL, NICOLA WOULD CRY 5 TIMES MORE OFTEN THAN SHE DOES WHEN PEOPLE WRITE HER LETTERS. Sincerely, Johnny Canuck."

For real, my dad refers to himself in this way, as do half the people he knows. The other half are in the midst of being pressured to do so, as he signs off in this way in his letters.

For example, my steady D told me not too long ago "I got a postcard from your dad. Actually, it was from Johnny Canuck...??"

Coolness.

Ugh. Did you know that when you googleimage MR. BIG, Chris Noth comes up?? Sex and the SHITTY. Yeah maybe I taped all but 3-5 episodes of Sex and the City on VHS, but UGH nonetheless. Mr. Big is a CHOCOLATE BAR. Come on! Anybody? Anybody??

At least I thought he was a chocolate bar so big you'd call him mister. Mr. Big may very well be one of these...ladybugs??

ALRIGHT! I think this has been supremely boring for everyone involved.

Anyways. I've been jerking off to this picture for three years but I still don't think it's boring.

Okay?? And I've said it before but I'll say it again. Young People Fucking shows Diora Baird's rack exactly zero times.

= BORING.

Wait a minute. Waiiiiiiiiiiit a minute...

THIS JUST IN.

I've watched a number of "New Hard-Core Art Films" lately for school, which just turned me onto some really hot goss.

She said "turned me on..."

HA!

Apparently, Lie With Me (2005), features unsimulated sex with the likes of...ERIC BALFOUR.

Wait, who? Is that the guy that sings the song that goes "Come ma ledday, Come-come ma ledday, yo ma buttafla, suga, behbay".........??

Sure looks like him (kinda/sorta.)

Soanyway...Eric Balfour.

HOW DO YOU DO, MR. GQ!!! COOL!

Also known as, that tall=hot guy from Six Feet Under who was also on the OC back when that shit was bangin' and hmmmm...before that he was probs doing porn like Simon Rex back in the 90s...

[I feel like Eric Balfour is on some really hot show right now but I'm not quite sure what it is/might be. I feel like he's a doctor maybe...I don't know anything.]

So...

You don't even know how carried away I just got with googleimaging Simon Rex. Also known as, the hottest thing EVER.

And I say thing to objectify him. (Sorry Simon!) Because he is a sex object. IT IS NOT HARD TO FIND PROOF. But you can't see much of it at the CON-U library, that's for sure. Our man Dirt Nast has a prominence in gay porn, so homoboys, man up and get on that shit tonight.

Come on, come on...he's asking for it.

As for me, I know what I'm saying this eve.

And by eve I mean this afternoon, after I leave this godforsaken place and head to the movie store and make my way home to dance around in my kitchen with visions of Eric Balfour dancing in my head... (Sorry Devin, what happens when you're in Ohio stays between me and Eric Balfour and my kitchen.)

En conclusion, the truth is, it's not that hard to WAIT A MINUTE. I was going to say that Simon Rex's cock will come up the second you googleimage Simon Rex but the truth is, I totally forgot I changed my settings on google so that I could look at naughty stuff.

Shouldn't CON-U find a way to outlaw Simon Rex's cock and Diora Baird's magnificent mountains??

Yearn they not for such appendages more than 456 than interfriendages??

Sadly, for 99% of the teens (closeted kids included), that is probs not the case.

DIORA+SIMON= FAR MORE DISTRACTING THAN F-BOOK, NO??