Farm

Visiting the Farm on Canada Day

We've decided its officially a friend tradition to visit this new little farm that my friends are working on building. On Canada Day, we go to meet the new animals and see the new projects. Its super fun, and also really heartwarming to see people living out dreams.

I took over 500 pictures, and most of them are horrible. I take so many because I know that in a year, this little farm will be different.

I made a Flickr gallery of some shots, and if you are interested in how a little farm is born and what it takes to get things going, Tracy's blog, Journey to Casimir is documenting it all.

Wish I would have eaten more roasted marshmallows. :-)

Getting stuff done.

Framed up two of my little paintings, listed 'em on Etsy.

Here is one...

Here is the other...

Annnnd...

Finally listed this little monster that has been laying low in my studio for quite some time. He is so sweet and innocent. Totally. Not evil at all! For some more pics, check out his listing...

Going to the Farm for Canada Day. I will not get a sunburn, I WILL NOT. I will cover myself head to toe in baby bunnies for protection.

Painty Party

Painting little doodles. Trying to remember how I ever painted anything before...I think I forgot how in the months since I have done any new work...

*dabble dabble*

blargh argh!

Good stuff:
-found non-hovel apartment in Ottawa. No raccoon skeletons!
-Its close to the booze store. Important. So, so important.
-"Adventure Time! Come on grab your friends..."
-Not a zombie.
-Have a date with fajitas, and we are going to make out, and its gonna be so great.

Bad Stuff:
-Canada Post strike is crampin' mah style.
-Its muggy. Flop.
-Food tastes too good.
-My cat is loosing his mind and thinks screaming is breathing. Hate his stupid-fat-idiot-cute-face...

R.C. Harris Water Treatment Plant

Doors open Toronto is neat. Buildings around the city open their doors to the public and you can peek around and check out churches, historical landmarks and amazing architecture.

R.C. Harris Water Treatment Plant was one of the places I went...Art Deco, yes please. Its one of those places you feel like its a joke that someone actually got to build a utilitarian building that is so interesting. Like, was no one paying attention and the architect slipped it under the door?

Went to Ottawa to check out neighbourhoods to live in. It was drizzly and crappy, I took no photos.

 It is pretty in Ottawa, like everyone always says when they are trying to make you like it. You can see the money spent on making it that way. Its crazy clean  and lots of adorable little 'hoods, with way more of a country sweetness, less McMansions blotting out the sun in older suburbs.

BUT I found myself worried it was missing the grit of Toronto, the downtown turns to adorable cottages in the blink of an eye! As far as I saw, its so much more white bread. Also, after living 10 years in Toronto, seeing and hearing so much French again is bizarre!

I am less worried about some things, and more worried about some things.

3am in Toronto

55,000 people went to UFC in Toronto, we tried to wait until the crowd cleared before heading home from our own UFC partything. It didn't work, and took forever, but I ate cookies when I got home and forgot all about bloody eyeballs.

Trust me...

I never lie.

Don't have to.

Come on down.

I have...

I have over 1000 pics on my iPhone already.













Spring is coming, finally, my hands are always cold.

BLOODY HELL

Shit changes. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes you are just like...ummm, whut?

Sometimes you are moving to Ottawa.

Living in Toronto, in a hip as hell neighbourhood with hipsters hipping, its terrifying to think about moving to dull, boring, lame Ottawa. I know nothing about it because no one cares about it when you live in Toronto. All the footage we see is skating on the canal or people having calm and Canadian press conferences.

 But job offers getting turned down because you like to look at daddies with full sleeves at the grocery store is kind of a bad life plan right? RIGHT? 

Not moving until fall, so I have one last summer to do Toronto. Go to shows, eat Burrito Boyz and generally try not to think about how cold and safe and family friendly Ottawa is. As it gets closer the moving date, I am sure I will flip my shit. 

(Everyone says I will love it there, I say, you move there!)

Lived in Toronto for 10 years I guess, and I feel like I am a bit tired of certain life stuff, so it will be fresh and new, even if that new is dull. 

P.S. I am pretty sure no one has ever used that font for an Ottawa graphic. And never will again. Ever.

What was that?

I have taken to listening to screamingly loud music on my iPod while doing chores, which means I am constantly waiting to be murdered.

You can't hear anything with Beats smashed into your ears and some dude screaming about goatblood or whatever. There is always a freaky killer clown behind me or something, just know it.
Click here to see a bigger one if don't know how to work your internet machine.

What is with the comics? I have no idea.

Boner killer.

So...

Celebs. They are most likely boring-ass regular people. Granted, they are beautiful-ass, regular people. When they aren't being their characters, they are pretty dull to me, just like other regular jerks. Beautiful...regular....beautiful...what was I saying...?

Nothing is a bigger boner killer for me than hearing a favorite actor/musician, who I may have concocted some sort of fake personality for in my ugly-person-brain, give props to God. 

It shatters my fake fantasy love for them. 

Lil Project: New Coat Buttons

Back in the day, I worked in a clothing store that sold coats. I would often mention that changing the buttons on a coat was a good way to make it look better.  The store where I worked would sell every coat with cheap tortoiseshell plastic buttons, and that made me barf. Nice coats ruined by ugly-ass buttons.

When I suggested that sewing on new buttons would transforma a coat, the customers would looked at me like changing the buttons on a coat was the most work any human had ever had to do. Its not a big deal! Sewing a button is something every man,woman and child should at least know how to do.

Lets do this.

Buy an "affordable coat"...Ok, boring/cheap/whatever coat. This one is a very normal one from H&M which I bought because I needed a "lady coat."

See, cheap buttons. Horror.

Figure out how many buttons you need, buy 'em. I bought mine off of Etsy, by searching in the supplies category. They were extremely affordable. 

I had a hard time finding buttons I liked that were also the same size as the old crappy plastic buttons, so I gambled a bit and bought slightly smaller buttons. I knew I may have to sew up the button holes a tiny bit if they ended up too small.

See, tiny! Oh well.

Sewing them on is easy but boring. Only 5 of them actually keep the coat closed, so I focused on sewing those on really well and kind of phoned in the other five. haha. No one will ever know.

In the end I only ended up replacing the double row of buttons on the jacket, not all the pocket, collar and shoulder ones, it was just too many white buttons. I think it was a success! I didn't even have to sew up the button holes more because of the smaller buttons.

I had TONS of people compliment me on my coat, and its is all really the buttons. FOOLED YOU.

Ever since working at that clothing store, I feel its my mission to rid the world of hideous plastic cheap-o buttons. I banish you.

Do it!

2011

Welcomed 2011 by drinking cheap pink bubbly at a small nerd party in my nerd apartment.

I don't have a hangover, so I am taking that as a good sign the year won't be a crapfest.

Cheers!

New Year Comic

I spend long hours minutes making a magical, beautiful comic about New Years...

My copy and paste skills are enviable. 

Anyway, 2009 sucked unbearably, and 2010 was kind of the fallout and self-pity session after that, so lets just all get together and wish it goodbye with a swift kick in the pants.

2011, don't make me make you a coffin.

Atari Teenage Riot

!!Atari Teenage Riot!!

1!2!3!4!

One of those shows that I had a lot more emotionally invested than I realized. It was like a loud, crashing flashing time machine, and it was awesome.

I had to make some gifs from my videos. I am going to make more gifs from now on.

And then Alec Empire responded to my twitter declarations of love, and I am pretty sure I am officially in the band now.

Yes.

Hey internet.

Living with someone who can't really use their hands is kind of crappy because you always have to do the dishes and feed the cat. But living with someone who can't use their hands is also an AWESOME excuse for not updating your blog... Right?

Ok, my cyborg is on the mend, the excuse is wearing thin...

I have something worthwhile to post about anyway.

THIS.

This amazing woman is Velouria Adore, and she contacted me to ask about getting a tattoo of one of my illustrations... Of course I said yes and then she actually went and did it!!!

 

Here is the original illustration.

I did this little painting for a student organized book project at the end of University (OCAD in Toronto,Canada) All the students illustrated "Candy" in black and white only, in a square format.

Love this one...

and this one shows the tattoo really well...

If you want to creep on her (like I know you do) there are a few more photos at my Flickr, and of course you can visit her model profile, www.modelmayhem.com/x_kitten, where there are many more.


So impressed with the work of her tattoo artist. All the subtle gray shading is perfect, its the closest to a copy of my work I have ever seen in tattoo form. :-) Grah, its gorgeous!

Thanks for making me look good!

Human meat accident!

So. Pavement is stronger than human mean and bone. Now we know for sure.

*Someone* might have fallen off his bike and turned his wrist to mush and bone dust.

This guy took a flip over the handlebars when confronted with a streetcar track on his way to work. I was unaware for hours and hours he was at the hospital!!

After his trip to a few emergency rooms, and surgery to fix him up, he is new and improved with metal parts.

Hospitals are scary and weird. I wasn't too helpful as the unhurt party, as I am a hardcore fainter, who can't seem to keep conscious in the same building as a band-aid. I actually had to sit n the floor with my head between my knees at times. SIGH. Been that way my whole life, gotta deal.

So now the surgery is done, he is on the mend, and I am playing nurse. It doesn't come easy to me, I am kind of a mean nurse actually. So my shop and creations are on hold for just a little while. But I am sure once the arm heals a bit it will be back to business as usual.

He is doing well and I am doing well and even though I have to do the dishes for 6 weeks, its still kind of fun to have a cyborg around. Yay for science!

P.S. We are both buying bike helmets. :-) Lesson learned!