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.
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.
videos via Crasstalk
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? 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!
It’s hump day again. And you know what THAT means: unicorn chaser time! Today we have a roundup of happy swirling stars and happy swimming orcas.
Your swirling, starry night Van Gogh unicorn chaser:
Starry, starry, queaze-inducing night
and if that doesn’t make you feel all numinous and tingly, here are some shots of some killer whales (if the name isn’t cosy enough, try “orcas”) visiting Vancouver like a pod of bosses. Congrats to Dave Price, who got these shots which were featured in the Province newspaper. Burrard Inlet is generally too noisy and sometimes too polluted to attract whales, and no pods make it part of their regular territories. That seawall, by the way, is my regular rollerblading route. There are compensations for the rain, it must be admitted.
Orca under Lions Gate Bridge, Stanley Park Seawall and Siwash Rock in the background
Orcas in the West End
Orcas with North Van in background
Orca whale tail flip in English Bay
raincoaster 