shanmonster | We're Different Colours and We're Different Creeds

What an incredibly long day this has been. It all started last night, when I attended my first sleepover party in decades. After more STRONGNOB and an introduction to yet another delicious alcoholic cider (Magners), an unprecedented gas attack (bum yikes), and hours of off-colour games and tales, I did manage to get to sleep. But not until I'd produced such koans as "My bum is bum-shaped. I can tell with my feet," "Time is an antelope in an apron," and "My butt smells like a prisoner." And at some point during the night, my lungs decided to have another freak-out. I'm still waiting for them to relax again.

This morning I went to the St. Jacobs Farmers Market where I was eventually overwhelmed by agoraphobia. I'm somewhat misanthropic, and being surrounded by the press of so many people wears on me until eventually all I want to do is become a hermit forever and ever amen. So after too much wandering about, I finally headed back to the car and sat on the pavement under the hot sun playing sudoku until my companions were through their shopping. When we got back home, everyone wanted to go directly to the multicultural festival, but I was still peopled out.

I told them to go on without me, but instead, we relaxed at home for a few hours watching Robot Chicken and playing Settlers of Catan before venturing out again. Again, there were far too many people for my liking, but I did get to admire the waterfowl and a couple of cute boys (one with a crazy spiked hair-do) who were doing capoiera.

Tomorrow's my turn at the festival in Victoria Park, when I'll be dancing after

snowy_kathryn on the main stage around 18:45. After taking a look at the stage today, I've decided against wearing my asstastic pants. The floor is rough and filthy, either of which could wreck my fancy new pants. So I'll be looking through my wardrobe for my most expendable costumes. Perhaps I'll wear my sproingy black pants. If something happens to them, I won't be too broken up....

Here. Have some links.

Skeleton Motorcycle: Ride or die. I think I need this travesty (thanks,

gha5t)...

Don't Look: Very NSFW. The geography of this confuses me.

Pet hippo becomes a weighty problem: I so want a pet hippo, but don't think it would fit in my bathtub.

Science Freak: Van der Graaf generators are scary when they're this big (thanks,

f00dave).

The Residents - Medicine Man: I heart The Residents. Their videos and music bend my brain.

CK 'banned' ads: Clever and so very, very creepy. My brain feels so dirty after watching these.

I Get Email: The dinosaurs are a ploy to get people using birth control. Or something like that (thanks,

g026r).

If the shoe doesn’t fit . . .: In Cinderella, when the ugly stepsisters can't fit their feet into the glass slipper, they go through extreme pains to force the fit. Meet the cosmetic surgeons who'd like to help them (thanks,

tdj).