I know we’ve discussed this before, mostly on Twitter and in the Anti-Fairy Conspiracy comments, but NEVER turn your back on a meerkat. They’ll rip your throat out as soon as look at you, and if they know you’re onto them, there is no end to their wicked, weasely wiles.
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And now for something completely weird:
I love these weird little things psouper posts to YouTube. I don’t understand any of them, but they are visually interesting and smooth out my frontal cortex nicely, like French ambient music. If Goddard by way of Cocteau is too much for you this time of night, try this:
Drunk Eastern European men attempting to put a log on a bicycle. THIS? This is where Borat came from, my friends. And it is documentary.
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Zeus is my homeboy! Me and my crew are hangin at Workspace, chillin, bloggin, rockin, poppin and lockin…
Well, all that Blogathon energy concentrated in one place? Something was bound to happen. It was as inevitable as the dumbest kid in the horror movie suggesting they follow the trail of blood into the basement. But, like, postitive. So no vampires or anything, if you don’t count me and Raul, who are nocturnal in the extreme.
So, since we had a powerful positive energy vortex building here on the Downtown EastSide, itself a powerful energy vortex, something was bound to happen.
And did.
After that was over, we had this:
And here is Mojave, posing with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, just out of frame.
We bloggers are a spontaneous, touchy-feely bunch, but after the wormhole created by the energy vortex closed, swallowing UncleWeed, we quickly recovered and got right back to posting for Blogathon. I mean, it’s not like we don’t still have the Tardis.
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This IS the way Vermeer would have shot Workspace, if he had a snazzy digital camera like Duane’s. Well, he would have stuck Scarlett Johansson in the foreground somewhere, I guess.
Yes, this is what my office looks like. Caroline in the corner there is sitting in my favorite seat; 270 degree views, a view over crab park and the railyards to Burrard inlet and the North Shore Mountains. And now I must go, because Mojave is playing us an acoustic set, sitting on the sofa behind where Duane was standing when he took this picture, with the lightning and sunset happening through the window behind them. People who are not Blogathoners are coming out of their offices to stand around and listen and I must do the same, for lo, they are very good.
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Normally this is the kind of thing I see just as I’m packing up to go home from the office at about 6am. And yes, that IS the view from our windows. Today, as you’ll know if you’ve been following along, this is the thing I saw as I started work, after a scant four hour nap (entirely inadequate, but the best I could coax my disoriented body into cooperating with me on). The goal today is 48 blog posts in 24 hours, from 6am Saturday to 6am Sunday.
At some point on Sunday I’m supposed to show up and be coherent for a baby shower. I may be fetal myself, by then. The energy drink hangover is going to be brutal.
Oh, by the way that photo is by my friend Duane Storey. A great benefit of being a blogger in Vancouver is that you get to sponge off your more talented friends. I’m stealing Duane‘s pictures, eating food that Rebecca, Jen, and Karen have organized. For a full report of the gourmet experience of Blogathon, stay tuned. I think i still owe about thirty posts!
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