Deep One by Christopher Burdett: although in conversation she could be quite shallow
Shocking video evidence of the survival of a colony of Dagon-worshipping Deep Ones just off Leblon Beach, Rio de Janeiro. Also shocking video evidence not all Brazilians look good in a bikini.
And YES I know we’ve been all about the videos lately, but what can I say? YouTube has been particularly awesome lately, what with dead squirrels, Yellowknifers, and gravity-bedevilled gilled monstrosities of the deep.
Can you take it? I sure as hell can't.
And they won’t even tell you what “IT” is.
My problem is, IT is at home, IT being the task of packing up essentially a three bedroom house’s furniture and stuff and either bunging it into storage or moving it up to Yellowknife in the narrow window when there’s a (long) road up there which isn’t an ice road and besides I don’t even have a driver’s license anymore so How In God’s Name I Am Going To Do This I do not know, but anyway…
How was your week?
In case you’ve heard rumours, well, they’re all true unless you heard them from legendary fabulist Steven Schwartz, in which case they’re probably amazing fabrication and I’d appreciate your noting them in the comments, as one day I may write an encyclopedia of internet drama and cancer-faking mythologists are definitely going to feature prominently therein.
But the rumours about me moving to the land of permafrost and the lynx nuisance at the city dump? Those rumours are true.
Yes, some poor company has offered me gainful employment, almost like a normal person, starting July 1st, which means several things:
Anyhoodle, there will be a party at some point, probably of the bring-a-bottle variety or, knowing my friends, the bring-a-bottle-and-a-sleeping-bag variety. I’ve already handed the reins of the Shebeen Club to Ian Alexander Martin of Atomic Fez publishing reducing my press-release-writing workload considerably.
Before I leave I’ll be speaking at Northern Voice blogging conference and Social Media Camp Victoria, and my newest round of online workshops starts next week. Then, poof! I’ll be out of the Downtown Eastside and up in the land of the polar bear. Where a dinner of (excellent) fish and chips will run you $60.
GAH!
So, before I head off to the wilderness, I’m throwing yet another celebrity link roundup your way. In Vancouver, I could be relatively sure of bumping into one or more of these people every few months. In Yellowknife? Maybe not so much. So, that’s an improvement!
Notes from Buenos Aires from our old blog buddy John Cusack
John Cusack, you’re a nut. I love you. Never change. But in future, could you provide Cusack to English translations of your notes? Thanks, signed, a grateful planet.
Besides. everyone knows pigs can fly, but they need to be in a proper kennel and stored under the seat in front of you. Duh.
Now that we’ve got that cleared up, here are the celebrity gossip links for today.
I win! My royal is prettier than yours!
I got this (sadly unembeddable) quiz from Archie, and it is, let me put this plainly, the fucking shizznit. I mean, how did it know that Carl Philip and I were destined for one another (and who wants to break it to the poor boy?)? I’m looking forward to a royal wedding of my own, very soon. You’re all invited, as long as you’re bringing us something in a bottle for the pressie.
Sadface! No Happy Endings?
via AndreaBusse
Seriously, you call THAT a spa? Actually, I’m intrigued by the concept of a day spa for “Lady Orchids” that offers massages, and can definitely see where the confusion arose.
Georgia O'Keeffe should get that inflamed ladyflower to the gynecologist STAT
Once again I am confronted with the certain realization that other people are watching a completely different kind of porn from me.
raincoaster 