Mirror, mirror.
I was honking with glee while watching this video until I got to about the 1:08 mark. Then I realized I was watching a video of myself when presented with new and interesting foods.
Oh mirror, you reflect too well.
Also, the little fellow who makes off with the cake? My friend S will describe that exact scenario playing out with me as the monkey. On repeated occasions.
Read MoreHalifax: try our low-hanging fruit!
For those readers who aren’t from my beloved hometown of Halifax, let me assure you that it is a lovely, amazing city. Vibrant, cultural, educated, and right on the ocean. What more could you want?
Well since you asked, how about a reputation that doesn’t precede us with a chorus of dancing idiots? Some days it seems this city is determined, nay, COMMITTED to making all those other cities with the wacky mayors and mono-rails look smart. (Yes, Toronto, I’m looking at you. Lots of us are looking at you, which is probably the only thing giving Halifax some relief right now.)
Between the pillock of a Mayor who has finally (after being exposed as the underhanded bell-end that he is) offered not to run again, the council who have demonstrated time and again that they are either blind or flopping about with their hands tied behind their backs, and the other assorted cockknockers who play out their jobsworth fantasies weekly by obstructing any new development and tethering us to our 1985 state of being, it is hard some days to be proud of this place.
However, as mentioned, His Honour the Mayoral Embarrassment has offered not to run again. And there are one or two hopeful candidates, in addition to some really great people throwing their hat in the ring for council. So perhaps there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
Unfortunately, we don’t use tunnels to get from one side of the harbour to another – we use bridges. And with these we get a Bridge Commission who have decided that the best way to tackle the very real problem of people who speed and tailgate on the bridges is to, once again, reach for the low hanging fruit.
Enter “Bridget” the new mascot, as it were, of the lazy, cheap, cringe-inducing campaign they have just launched.
Ooooh eeer! How cheeky! It’s simply too clever! Local agency M-5 was apparently at the wheel on this one with, as as the local paper notes, an all-female team. OH! Oooh an all-female team. Well, ladies, stop taking offence at the Halifax Bridge Commission using a come-fuck-me female to bring their steel girders to life because we were involved. It’s legit because they managed to find a team of women carrying designer Benedict Arnold bags to craft this. Note to M-5: there is a difference between shit disturbing in a provocative and interesting way, and wallowing in your own poorly-thought out excrement.
Do I seem a bit pissed off? Fair (bridge) cop. I’m tired of dumb, boring campaigns that offend not only on a gender level but especially on an intellectual level. I’m tired of Halifax settling for this shit and not living up to its potential.
I’m tired of being known as the city where the low-hanging fruit is a part of our daily diet. It’s a cheap and unsatisfying meal, to be sure.
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Take a load off.
I’m not normally doing fixer-uppers left and right. It just happens that I started this project about the same time as the old school desk.
This one was an old Ikea chair of the Mister’s that sits in the corner of my old office. Perfectly sound in bones but looking a bit long in the tooth:
I gave it a quick refresh with a new cover, using the old cover as a pattern. It was a pretty quick fix, and it’s not my snappiest work, but the corner of the office is a bit cheerier now.
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All you crazy folks can just sit down.
… because this is as crazy as it gets.
I am weebling between feeling terrible for someone who has obvious mental health issues, being gobsmacked by this stream of consciousness and enjoying the fellow behind her react to this.
Flipping orgiers….ruining it for the rest of us.
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