Birthday Woman!!!!

(fashion. turn to the left.

fashion. turn to the right).

we were/still are...idiots.

let me also remind you that you

farted from the cinque terre to

zurich. was this before you

recognized yourself as lactose?

that would explain a lot.

(ummm, more lactose? like,

copious amounts of lactose???)

(WAIT. what time is it??????

BIRTHDAY TIME!!!!!!!)

(let me remind you: we were driving 150 at this moment.

live a little)

(and don't forget to look happy)

happy

birthday

bombomb!!!!

instead of happy birthday we went for something a little less traditional.

boogie on birthday woman.

if julius can get down (it isn't even his birthday), you should too.

oooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

julius likes to dance. although this number wasnt saucy enough; he looks bored.

birthday bombomb!!!!!!

dear kendra,

you are my best friend. i love you so much more than any diction on a blog could ever relay.

i think you are the best person on planet earth. and i mean that.

birthdays. they are more important to me than i understood before, and here is why:

today is the day you came to be. so celebrate it.

however you damn well please.

birthdays, a bit like the new year: always symbolic of another personal turn around the sun.

i am really, really glad that i am a part of your orbit.

i hope that you continue to eek up and spew out the creative, delicious, beautiful, crispy, colorful, sunny (and cloudy), and hopeful things of this world.

and why not end with a warped cliche?

planet earth is your oyster.

so go pry the motherfucker open.

and take pictures as you go along.

i love you so much.

happy birthday.

would you care to take a guess at whose joke this is?

So, there's a man.

He was one good eye and one wood eye (tragic accident, poor technology).

Because of his condition, he's a bit self-conscious - doesn't get out much, rarely dates.

One day, he finally gets invited to a singles dance by some coworkers. It takes him about a week to build up the courage but he finally says yes. He gets his suit dry cleaned, his hair cut, and gives himself a shave. Upon arriving at the dance (a bit late), he immediately regrets his decision - everyone is having a good time and everyone seems to be paired up. He feels self conscious so decides to stick to the sidelines, safely observing the spectacle.

After a little while, the man spots a lady. Perhaps his soul mate?

She is standing across the dance hall, in a beautiful dress, clinging to the wall - just like him! He decides to approach her and makes his way across the floor - meekly, but with confidence gaining. As he approaches her, he realizes that she is missing a leg. Immediately, his confidence blossoms and he thinks to himself: "I can do this."

He gets closer and without too much awkward hesitation, he blurts out:

"Would you care to dance with me??"

A shy smile stretches across the lady's face as she looks into the man's eyes and she says:

"Would I? Absol------"

Shocked, the man retracts and interupts: "Fuck you peg-leg, find someone else to dance with!"

Would you care to dance? ------ Would I??? Yes.

Auto Tune Gone Right.

a treat from bon iver's album from 2006.

(if you can get a hold of the whole album it would do your insides some good, titled bloodbank - there are only 4 tracks on it).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBh-0oHm9Ak

i am really good at posting pictures

of cute julius.

this is my version of shitting the bed on being a good blogger.

i must say, however, that you are spiraling towards the stars. in terms of bloggerness.

and other things too, i'm sure.

it was so good to speak with you the other day. i miss the fuck out of you.

things are topsy turvy out here too.

CALL ME. my cell phone is broken (as in, in many pieces) and your mobile digits are locked within.

enjoy the elephant shitting party.

Marcel, the shell (with shoes on)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TL3oaHKCko

i know that you will absolutely love this.

Adventures of Momma and the Littlest Glow Worm: Part II

Just a couple of jesters.

Just thought you gals might quite like these guys - a couple of old jugglin' jesters!

i was lucky enough to catch this spectacle of delight on

my last sunday in montreal.

Please (do) note that there was never a time (not even once) that the juggling proceeded without the presence of a lit cigarette, danglin' & wranglin' from the mouth of red hawaiian shorts & pink croc man.

I miss you, I hope you know.

Dear Emma & Steffi,

I am imagining that you're

walking through the quaint avenues of ann arbor together

a little bit bundled, hiding from the autumn crisp?

catching up. sharing secrets

adoring julius, in all of his adorability!

constructing some crazy lunacies that spill you into fits of laughter (the best kind).

Perhaps a coca cola and a cigarette to be shared later on, once the stars come out?

Perhaps (these poisons) Perhaps.

I miss you both and sincerely wish that i was with you.

Steffi ~ I am thrilled that you made it out to see Emma. I know that it means the world (and a few of the planets) to her. You're an incredible friend.

Emma ~ I am sorry that I've been sinking this ducky lately. In line with my fears, I've been sucked into the vacuum of whatever seems to happen here sometimes. I've had enough though. Inspiration? Spawned from the imaginarium? I hope so. I absolutely love the video that you posted and I've watched it many many times. What a swimmy-mini glow worm he is.

Love to you both.

(of the Triple Platinum variety.)

Metamorphosis

from a small newt to a fat bebe.

bat(h)man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXGL5zawiQo

(listen to the above song, then perhaps watch julius play splashman)