Modern art or Hemingway’s crazy bed-head? You decide.
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In the They’ve Thought Of Everything category, Staples Canada has your office meatloaf-making emergencies covered.
Equally hilarious is the price label above, indicating that “Insanity” is available for the low, low price of $139.99.
Snapped at a Staples store in downtown Toronto.
I was going to write, “You can’t make this stuff up,” but apparently you can.
Not only have I been having unusually vivid dreams lately, I’m actually remembering them — something that almost never happens. Although given the occurrences in these dreams, I wonder if I’d be better off forgetting them. Not because they’re terrible, but because they’re so goddamn weird.
Despite this ominous warning, I experienced no immediate threat from construction, ninjas or construction of ninjas.
Snapped on the Danforth on a sunny Sunday afternoon in Toronto.
I have never felt more at home in a foreign country than when I was in Iceland.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t care for hot climates. The above picture taken at Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon illustrates this pretty clearly.
We’ve had our sights set on Iceland for years, long before the now-famous Eyjafjallajökull spewed tonnes of ash into the air and angered thousands of travelers around the world for grounding their flights.
Iceland is the near polar opposite of the oven-like temperatures that most “normal” people crave when the weather outside is frightful. I am not one of those people.
Why did we choose Iceland? Because Iceland is different. And it’s beautiful and magical and Icelanders believe in elves and fairies and trolls and I could go on and I intend to do just that.
And! It’s not hot! (Unless you’re near the geothermal pools or shoving your hand in a geyser.)
I honestly can’t imagine anyone visiting this country and not falling in love. If you don’t like colder weather but you like beautiful things, you will voluntarily set aside the former in favour of the latter. If I can do it for hot places, you can do it for Iceland. The mentality is no different.
Oh, sure, it’s not that cold, says the girl from Canada. I have tropical blood running through my veins and I still don’t like the heat.
You know what I like? Aquamarine icebergs floating in a sub-zero lagoon.
Watching the tour guide take a chisel to a chunk of iceberg.
Placing a sliver of iceberg ice on my tongue, which melts five times slower than regular ice, and being able to say that I ate an iceberg.
Yeah. I’ll take a glacial lagoon over palm trees any day.
Today marks one week since Matt and I came back from beautiful Iceland and I miss so many things about the country that last night, I had a dream in which I experienced pure, unadulterated joy at discovering — and ultimately devouring — Skyr at my local grocery store.
There’s so much I can and will eventually say. In the meantime, I’ll let these photos speak for themselves.
Today marks one week since Matt and I came back from beautiful Iceland and I miss so many things about the country that last night, I had a dream in which I experienced pure, unadulterated joy at discovering — and ultimately devouring — Skyr at my local grocery store.
There’s so much I can and will eventually say. In the meantime, I’ll let these photos speak for themselves.
Hey, $19.99 for Painful Therapy! What a steal…?
Snapped in San Francisco’s Chinatown while doubling over with laughter because I’m a badass multi-tasker.
I’m pretty conscious of slipping into Crazy Dog Lady Territory, which I’ve dangerously approached to varying degrees. Scratch that — I’ve already been there and back again.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m head over heels for my little Hemingway, who is also my first dog.
I never grew up around dogs, so I haven’t been privy to all their little quirks and mannerisms. What’s probably old hat to most owners is a fun little discovery for me on a daily basis.
Last summer, we went through what I dubbed his morning tantrum. As Matt so aptly put it, he was like a five-year-old boy who didn’t want to go to school. Hemmy doesn’t throw this tantrum anymore, which is a real shame because it was absolutely ridiculous to watch, but it shall live on in memory — and on YouTube.
Well, once you get past the first 40 seconds of him chewing himself, that is.
San Francisco for Game Developers Conference, March 4, 2012. Early morning. My friend Danielle and I are sharing a hotel room and we’re fast asleep in our respective beds…
…which suddenly begin to shake. A lot.
The rumbling lasted a solid 30 seconds, but I was so tired that I barely registered what was happening. I heard the rustling of Danielle’s bedsheets, followed by a loud whisper:
“I think that was an earthquake!”
