Deep One washed ashore in Rio!

Deep One by Christopher Burdett: although in conversation she could be quite shallow

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.

Welcome to Yellowknife!

Yellowknife outdoor art actually better than most in Vangroover

Yellowknife outdoor art actually better than most in Vangroover

I’m learning so much about my soon-to-be-adopted home. Here are some wonderfully informative (original typo: “deformative”) videos about being a newcomer to the land of permafrost and muskeg.

“Hi. I’m new here.”

“I’ve decided to stay. Now what?”

NOTED!

Interestingly, the guy in these videos looks not unlike my new boss. Coincidence? Well, if I can hack it in Wiarton, I figure I can hack it in Yellowknife.

Oh, when I was up there I heard a lot of sirens. Being from the DTES I thought nothing of it, but was later informed there are only seven siren-bearing vehicles in the town. They must all have been busy that day.

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videos via Crasstalk

Home Videos: the funky from Yuggoth

Chibithulhu! Iaaaawwwwwwww!

Chibithulhu! Iaaaawwwwwwww!

Hellifiknow how they got ahold of my old home movies, but there I am, obviously too young to be parading around topless, and playing with my pet dead squirrel, Squirmy. Squirmy didn’t get his name for a couple of days after this, when the maggots started to hatch.

Can YOU take it?

Can you take it? I sure as hell can't.

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:

  1. this will be a major score for my female friends who want to pick up some clothes free, cuz god knows I ain’t taking anything I can’t fit into or didn’t graduate in
  2. I have a shitload of furniture for sale, at all levels of quality from Oh My God Amazing down to You’ve Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me
  3. I forget what this one is.

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!

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Situation Room Normal, All Fucked Up

Situation Room Normal All Fucked Up

Situation Room Normal All Fucked Up

Or: SrNAFU.

As you can see from the above, newly-discovered image, the White House press secretary’s office has been going into overdrive, frantically and retroactively photoshopping people into the iconic Situation Room image in which, this blog revealed yesterday, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton was invisible because she was a vampire. The female aide at the back of the room was also invisible, since of course she, too, belongs to the race of Amazonian Undead which has seized control of the State Department.

As for the Situation, it can only get better.

hat tip CamCavers

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