What’s Making Me Happy This Week!

I can sum up my week in three sentences:

GAME OF THRONE!

GAME OF THRONES!

GAME OF THRONES!

I have a serious crush on Peter Dinklage. Did you know he was born in New Jersey? I’m going to pretend I don’t know that and go back to thinking his accent is real.

Black cat auditions in Hollywood circa 1961. Mort-Mort could out sass all of those cats. Evidence:

Pictures of Victorians smiling. It’s weird. They look like us…

Tres, tres creative ideas for storing and preparing food.

An inspiring story about not succumbing to your backup plan.

Deviled Cadbury Creme Egg anyone?

Good advice for writers. Simple. Effective. Common Sense. I love writers who describe their craft as “showing up for work everyday.” I never trust a writer who talks in esoteric terms about The Muse. I believe in The Muse. I believe the more you write, the more likely you are to bump into Her.

If your day was a demonic shit storm, you should read this NOW.

A hotel room made out of an old airplane. I shall check in tomorrow.

This office looks like something out of a modern re-telling of Grimm’s fairy tales.

Tim Hortons donuts were an “item of the day” on Hello Giggles. Take that L.A.!

And there you have it.

Oh, and this video of Rufus Wainwright and Helena Bonham Carter which is pretty fucking fantastic:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conversations with Fiancé

This is what my personality would look like if it was a person.

The following conversation occurred at 8pm on a boring Saturday night:

Me: What are you up to?

Fiancé: I’m playing this video game. The graphics are awesome. You can totally see this guy’s brains being blown out when I shoot him.

Me: WTF?! That’s fucking disturbing! Why would anyone want to see that shit? What’s wrong with you???!!!

Fiancé: Uh….. What are you up to?

Me: Watching “Piranha 3D.”

*Fiancé looks less than amused*

This, darling readers, is an excellent example of what we call hypocrisy.

The next conversation happened while we were waiting for the elevator at 12:45am on a random Tuesday (so that we could do laundry in the basement without running into any weirdo neighbours)

Me: If there was an all-girl Supertramp cover band, they’d be called “Supercramp”

Fiancé: And they’d sing songs about menstruation.

Me: NO! They’d sing Supertramp songs because they’re a Supertramp cover band!!!

*pause*

Me: Bleeeeeeeeder! Nothing but a bleeeeeeeeeder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(sung loudly and off-key to the tune of “Dreamer”……… obviously)

See how fun it is to live with me?