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job hunting tips for the thinking impaired

i don't really have any business giving out job hunting advice. i've received such advice from others who generally told me that i made a good impression and thought that my policy of not screaming or stabbing during the interview process was a solid base for looking to improve my station. and that's where i guess i can give advice. there are certain things [like screaming and stabbing] that i know you shouldn't do. but there are apparently certain people who don't know those basics and so for them, i have a little tip to pass on:

if your hear of a position that is vacant because an employee has recently died, wait for the body to be in the ground, or at least cold, before you start angling to get their job.

i would have thought that this was sort of obvious, but this week, a traffic accident robbed my workplace of someone who had been with them for many years. i work for a small company and the bonds between workers- many of whom have been there a long time themse…

making faces :: three springs

this post comes with a bit of a preamble:

it's hardly surprising that i would eventually become fascinated by the sci-art theory of personal colour,
given that it's linked both with aesthetics and with psychology. i'm actually a little surprised that it took me this long, but i have been making up for lost time by reading through a lot of the posts on the fascinating 12 blueprints blog, after having gotten a taste for the subject from reading everyday beauty's adventures in being drapes.

for those not familiar with the concept, i do not claim to be an expert, but it basically stems from theories of how we perceive colours. for someone who has long been schooled in the concepts that there are certain colours that everyone perceives as "strong" or "relaxing" or "energetic", etc., it's a bit of a process of unlearning. or at least, learning that what you might have accepted as gospel before was somewhat limited.

it's certainly been il…

friday favourites :: special edition 26.04.13

yeah, i've neglected the favourites for a few weeks. but they're not dead. they're just in hibernation. this
week, however, there's a special reason for me to do favourites.

if you've been following this blog for a while, you might remember that there was something about a movie... a movie that i wrote [still my only script to date] and got a hot wire up the wazoo to actually make with dom as the director and with paul ash and me as the stars [i'd written the male lead role for him anyway and always fancied myself an actress]. and we did it. we made a feature film all on our own, with no support from the government, no support from private interests, no support from... well, screw the negativity:

we had a hell of a lot of support from people who were just interested in participating in a film that was being made from scratch by people who had a lot of interest but no real experience.

if you haven't read my thoughts on this subject, you could check out the

mental health mondays :: message from mother earth

last month we had earth hour, but this month, earth gets a whole day. that might not seem like much, but it's more than any other planets get. no one takes a moment to celebrate neptune day. or venus day. or alpha centauri day for that matter and that's a star with its own solar system.

and while there are lots of ways in which you can relate earth day to your life, i thought i'd chime in with a message i received from mother earth this morning that's important for your mental health:

please get up and move around a little. take a walk around and appreciate what the world has to offer, even if if just means wandering through your home or office and contemplating the view from each different window. you'll feel happier.

that sounds simple, but there's so much science behind the idea that exercise is a powerful tool against anxiety, depression and even the most serious mental disorders that it falls into the realm of things that should simply be taken for grante…

making faces :: some springtime bunnies...

i like to think we've turned a meteorological corner. although i have to admit that there were little white pellets swirling around my head when i went to the grocery store yesterday, this week looks like it's going to be the first one where we have double-digit temperatures every day. they aren't tremendously high temperatures, but they are ten degrees or above, so it counts. it's the 21st of april and i think it's just possible that we are edging into spring. welcome to montreal, folks.

so in honour of that momentous event, because there's nothing more spring-appropriate than bunnies [except possibly chicks, like the ones you're counting before they've hatched, weather-wise -ed.], i have a few rouge bunny rouge goodies to share with you. in fact, i have a lot of bunny goodness to share with you, so i'll have to split it between posts. bunnies are like that, especially in the spring... their numbers suddenly increase when you're not looking.

my…

making faces :: the right light

i've been promising this review for a while, so i figured i should just get it out there, rather than worrying about the fact that i've misplaced by battery charger for my camera, so i don't have quite the collection of shots that i'd want. it's high time that we have a little talk about hourglass' new ambient lighting powders.

these little boxes of magic seem to have divided much of the "makeup community", because they really are the sort of thing that defies easy description. unless you're used to working in the photography/ film industry. then they're a snap to explain. i mentioned them to dom, for instance, and he was fascinated. because he was able to relate them to something that he knew well: different sorts of lighting you use to get specific effects. it's just that most of us don't think of makeup doing that.

in makeup, we're used to powders that highlight the high points of the face, or that contour to add definition or t…

now with more disturbingness

so consensus is that this cough i have sounds awful and that it sounds like something considerably worse than what would generally be called a cold. it sounds bronchial. so on top of taking medicine to rid me of bronchii-related illness, i've had to return to my old friend the symbicort inhaler. it does a bang-up job of dealing with the bronchitis in the short term, because it's a type of steroid that forces those little airways open whether they want to or not. and the only side effect is that i feel like i swallowed a bag of cheap speed for several hours afterward.

so i'm no longer coughing very much, but i'm all like

HEY LET'S GO TO VEGAS AND PLAY CRAPS BECAUSE I FEEL LUCKY, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT CRAPS AND WHEN YOU KEEP SAYING CRAPS IT SOUNDS PRETTY AWFUL LIKE SOMETHING YOU'D DO ON A BET, WHICH IS FUNNY, SINCE YOU DO BET ON IT AND THERE'S DICE INVOLVED AND I REALLY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT, SO I'D BE ALL "WOOH…

there's a vague chance that i might be a zombie

so i did return, finally, from my trip out west. this was actually the first time that i'd been to vancouver since 1986, which basically means that the only things that were there the last time i was were the mountains and the ocean. i'm glad that i at least had one day there when i felt a little better [basically the day after i got there, when the cold from hell went into remission as it prepared for days of making me really miserable], where i walked around gathering some information from work but also allowing myself [literally at some points] to stop and smell the flowers.

here is my trip, in a nutshell.



i drew this on the plane on the way to vancouver, as i sat in my chair, sick and starving but not willing to fork over money [or credit card, since the airline doesn't accept cash anymore to "make things easier", because reducing the methods by which you can pay for something somehow makes them easier to do, but i digress]. i think the exceedingly chipper st…

more like space greatest hits :: making faces :: a spring fling recap

i think that the only good part about being in a different city while dying of a monster cold is that i got to miss a major snowstorm. happy spring everyone in montreal, rest assured that god hates you.

spring is eventually coming, because if it didn't, it would mean that the earth had stopped spinning which would be bad for all of us. although it would at least distract me from my cold. so on that note, here's a post i did last year about some spring makeup favorites.

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well now that i've prosthelytized to all of you about favourites for the spring season, i thought it was only fair to show you that i do put my proverbial money where my mouth is- and where the rest of my face is as well. after all, the photos i've shown might have clearly illustrated that i was wearing the shades i recommended on my nails, but i thought that it would be nice to share a couple of other looks in the spirit of the new season.

of course, no one's saying that you have to spend the next t…

more like space greatest hits :: fearful spammetry

please just let me whine at you a little; oh god i am so sick!!!! why am i even here? not just on this business trip, i mean on this planet. i can't even remember the last time a cold got me this bad. this is a phlegm-festival straight from satan's nostrils. also i coughed up blood earlier. not because there's anything terribly wrong, it's just that i've coughed so much that bits are starting to come loose. i'm supposed to go to a client dinner tonight, which i predict will result in us losing several accounts and a couple of lawsuits.

here's a poem i wrote from bits of email spam.

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spam mail is useless you say? NOT SO! for instance, it can be used to create new and interesting things, such as this little poem i threw together entirely from the bung in my spam filter...

If you have any difficulty seeing the contents of this email, please click
What stops loving
It’s about you or no?
Your loads of pleasure
Accumulator of your desire
Become virile like a rabbit
Make…

more like space greatest hits :: this is my insomnia

i actually don't have insomnia right now. if anything, i believe that for the first time in my life, i am getting the exact right amount of sleep. the secret seems to be being sick enough that i don't have boundless energy, but not so sick as to think that i should rest and take care of myself. also, having the proper amount of alcohol st the right intervals is important.

here is another post that was published earlier, but which i'm resurrecting in order to give you something to look at while i'm away.

i guarantee you, it's more fun than listening to me whine about the fact that i feel like refried ass, which is something i just made up, but which sounds pretty awful and like something you wouldn't
want to feel like.

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this is my insomnia. his name is neville. i used to think it was tom or bernard, but since we've become closer, he's confided in me. we've been spending a lot of time together lately.



he is big and sort of formless and he is purple, pu…

more like space greatest hits :: making faces :: the little red book roundup

so here's another post from the archive, another example if me recycling because time is sort of at a premium right now.

a word about vancouverites: you guys are way too friendly and it's freaking me out a little. you just smile at people. like you don't hate the world and everything in it. it's a little disconcerting. also, i have not heard a car horn since i've been here. you cannot be a real city if people don't get psycho in. traffic. it's like the law or something. shape up.

here's something about red lipstick, because red inflames the passions and gets all those killer instincts working.

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here's a quick look at all the holiday-friendly reds included in my own "little red book". as i mentioned, there are lots of suggestions of great red lips available [check out my list of "beauty-filled people" on the right]. in particular, pink sith has been doing her own series on red lips [and has many. many red lip entries on her blog] …

more like space greatest hits :: dead

I am on the road, which means that I'm not really at liberty to write a lot of new blogs. But since I believe in recycling and because I still want your attention, I figured that I might as well make use of some of the posts that are already here.

For instance, this is a shirt story that will probably ruin your day. You're welcome.

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i have not done this before but...

look at the image i've chosen to start off this post. does it make you feel squeamish? then chances are the rest of this short story will too. please conduct yourself accordingly.

I think Martin’s dead. He was grey when I left this morning. I didn’t want to touch him because, if he is dead, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to be bound to anyone dead. Hits too close to home. If someone dies in the same room as you, it brings that angel just a little too close. I’d rather have it be a question mark in my mind. I’d rather not know the right answer. Not that I think I’d mind death. Being dead would either be fine …

there's a saint for that

anyone who thinks that christianity, at least the catholic variety, is monotheist has not done much research. i
think i can see why it was relatively easy for deeply catholic nations to convince people to adopt their faith, because after starting with the bombshell "there's only one god", they quickly followed up with "but there are lots of saints, people who are deemed to be holy but aren't gods and who have powers over a particular area or group of things or people. and there are hundreds of them, individual ones for everything you can think of and when new things come along, we just assign them to a saint who doesn't have much to do, or we make a new saint and they take over."

"oh and when you join us, you get to choose your own personal saint, who takes care of you."

i don't know how much personalised service you really get, particularly if you choose one of the really popular saints like andrew or mary. with the number of people que…

making faces :: prepare to get flashed by armani

i first heard that giorgio armani was releasing a new gloss formula called "flash lacquer" a little while back on best things in beauty. i have to admit, i was a little hesitant, because, having initially snubbed the gloss d'armani formula launched in 2011 because i found it too sheer, i've since fallen bum over noggin in love with it because, despite the sheerness, it's the easiest to use and longest-wearing gloss i've found. so knowing that there was a competing gloss creeping onto the scene made me wonder if there was really room for the ones i'd decided were my favourites. 
but last week, my armani counter decided to go rogue and put out several shades of the new formula for sale, although technically, they weren't supposed to do so until a little later. i tried out a few of them and i do have to admit that i probably, if pressed, think that the colour selection in the flash lacquers is more comprehensive than in the original gloss d'armani l…

the power of tard

the internet's sourest puss turned one this week and she's not really interested in what you think about it.

i've posted pictures of grumpy cat(tm) before and alluded to my fascination with her, but let's be clear: i adore tardar sauce. there is just something about that indignant little face that warms my heart. any time that i'm feeling run down, any time i'm having a rough day, dom knows that he can just shoot me a pic of her with some appropriately grumpy caption and i'll be cheerier. [and yes, i know that she's been over-exploited, but since i'm also prone to grumpy, highly antisocial sentiments, there are a disproportionately high number of grumpy cat memes that i find funny.]

of course, the rumour is that she's not actually that grumpy and, in fact, that she's amenable to being picked up and coddled, but if that is the case, she's got an amazing poker face.

but the little lady isn't just an internet meme. she's a media per…