Cold Ass Fashion

Real Coyote Fur!, originally uploaded by nfotxn.

As many have probably noted in their own biome it's fucking cold and actually winter-like, finally. I hold unfounded superstitious karmic-like beliefs in this respect and feel that a warm winter would lead to a cold summer. I'm only two generations removed from actual farmers on my Mom's side so I figure this is some sort of oral tradition†? So the sudden downturn in temperature brings me a certain piece of mind, despite the cock-inverting bitter cold of it all.

Pictured is Steve's jacket. He found it in a rental truck. It's got real Coyote fur and the down of about twenty really cute geese. It also detects Peta activists and clicks in your ear like those motion sensors from Aliens.

†Yes I said "oral tradition" gays. Get you hands off your cocks.

Lighting Faggot Strikes Again

The light in context of our semi-dumpy but improving kitchen.

Let it be known that my Gay Style Super Power is probably lighting. I am basically fascinated by good lighting. I figure it's my SAD tendencies in tandem with perhaps some sort of humble admission of an artistic eye. Also my single professional home-owning Mom basically trained me to be a total lesbian regardless of any cock sucking tendencies.

So I shuffled by Liquidation World in the prestigious Hamilton City Centre on my lunch break at the library. And they had received a shipment of what looked like fairly high-end or at least high concept café task lights on sale for a scant $3. Remembering there was an empty lighting pot above our sink in the kitchen I scored one to test it out. And low and behold the result is pretty cool. To top it off it also uses those tiny candle arbre Eddisson socket types. So I stole one of those 3W compact fluorescent ones out of an unused Ikea desk lamp and voilà! Great for washing dishes or having a midnight snack.

Word Man Z!

originally uploaded by nfotxn.

Word Man Z belongs to a special club. I believe the only other person in this club I know is the infamous e_ticket.

Not a Morning Person

One thing I've noticed about LGay is that there are totally prime time hours to post. During the week it's best to post before 1PM EST and the earlier the better. Personally I have work to do and I am NOT a morning person. There is also a big lunch crowd probably huddling over their desks navigating blogs and submarine sandwiches at the same time. Although the influx of posting I think maybe isolates those groups together? Seems to be the case to me.

Blah blah blah the medium is the message. I'm going to go beat it and fall asleep now. See: not a morning person.

Touch Me like You Used to America

Dear Throngs of American Gays and Some Not Gays,

I'm sad to announce on the behalf of my people, and our national hotel associations, that there is now more between us. As of Tuesday the 23rd of January 2007 we require a passport to visit one another.

I, Canada and it's hotel associations, wish America would touch us like it used to. We're a compassionate lover. Exclusive top you know, except for sometimes with Alaska. Fuck Alaska has a nice prick. But the compassion we show you when we gently spoon you with our massive amounts of soft wood lumber. Making hot North American love until the oil starts spurting out of the tar sands in Alberta. We, Canada and it's hotel associations, we just want a little of that compassion back. I know that one awkward time we got SARS, just like your other hoe China, but we're Canada! We just went down to the local Walk-In clinic and waited 6hrs for antibiotics (that were free). Because our Doctor had a 6 month waiting list. But whatever it's not like we were DYING right?

I know, I know our dollar is fucking EXPENSIVE. Like why stay at our place anyhow right? We can just come down to yours, hit the Wal*mart and Target and send you back that cash you paid for that shit you bought off us. Why would Americans want to leave home anyhow? That's for liberals and queers! They're all rich anyhow with their European vacations and whatnot. Lock that shit down I say. Erect a giant economic dome protecting you from Terrorism! We're talking like no trade or nasty tourism without the right documents. And those documents will be many more because that's what defence contracting loves.