Rat on a Wheel...

Yes, gentle readers, it's me.

I am in a state of flux, pure and simple. On one hand, yes, I am working on the blog facelift and a billion new posts, and ain't no lie, things are going to get good. Here's a little tease of good things to come.

I won't set a deadline, for fear of harassment from neighbourhood bloggers who put me to shame with eloquent, intelligent and frequent posting. But things are happening friends, don't you worry.

But for now, a state of flux. Working too much, looking for an apartment and running out of time, legal battles far too harried to relay here.

And thus the lack of posting. But I have plans. So I figured, if y'all are itching for me to talk to you so badly, how about showing some love back? Huh? Let me know what you think of the following ideas and I'll love you for always.

1. More thoughts and insights about my professional passion - interactive/digital marketing/communications.

2. More frequent but much shorter posts about things that catch my eye.

3. Dance videos. Do you know my male alterego Daily Dancer? All I can say is... I could really see it working out.

4. Better navigation system.

5. More Beckstar photos.

If you've been here for a while or a new visitor, it would be really cool to know more about what you like to read about here in Beckstarland.

Okay. Back to work. Into hour 13, with end far from sight.

Le sigh.

Oh and Happy Chinese New Year. I'm feeling like the Year of the Rat is all too appropriate right now...

Merry non-denominational holiday y'all!

If any of you are still out there reading this forgotten closet of my oldest, dearest, most bloggy of friends, I wish you all the best this holiday season. Haaa-aay!

I'm off to a cruise for a week, so... you'll be hearing about that before the year's out. In the meantime, I've been feeling, what with all the seasonal parties, five years of overdue taxes, preparation for the trip, a bit like this...



Stay tuned for the 'after' photo!

Beckstar and her somewhat broken blog...

Greetings dear friends.

Yes, clearly the blog is having some issues. Like a teen starlet on a meth binge, we're calling it 'exhaustion' and just trying to get ourselves back to our normal narcissistic selves.

I had an issue with the hosting provider that I host most of my content with (hence the broken header), and I'm just getting everything back together now. Things should look normal here soon.

In fact, like aforementioned starlet, I will even do some nipping and tucking, and come back looking sparklier than ever. Yay!

In the meantime, I give you this incredible gift from on high:

Why I need a video editing program:

Failed Mario Liveblogging Experiment Part 6!

OMG! Total Mario Liveblog Action!!!!

Three Important Questions:

1. Should I cut my hair short?


Just think of it with only the bangs.

2. Two-parter: a) Don't I look adorable in glasses; and b) is it too douche-y to wear glasses with blank lenses?



3. Do I look like Zac Efron?

Another Mindblowing Pop Culture Mashup!

"He's in his wiiiiiide stance! with his hammer pants down!" Hats off to you Jon Stewart.

My Two Guiltiest Pop Culture Pleasures...

Together in one amazing user-created vid. Seriously - this rules.

Pour ma jolie Quebeçoise...

Flight of the Conchords. New Zealand's fourth most popular digi-folk paradists. If you don't know - now you know.

This video is obviously the theme song for anyone who's recently moved to Montreal.



Or check out this amazing rap battle between Hiphopopotamus and Rhymenoceros. You might want to say those out loud for maximum effect. Word.


My rhymes are so potent, that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant

Recent polls have shown...

... a fifty-first of Miss Teen USA 2007 delegates is jawdroppingly stupid.



This is either a moment of nerves taking over a brain, or an amazing insight into the world view of the extreme idiot.

You know, I always found the whole 'pageants are about academic scholarship' angle a bit dubious...

Marina's Stagette

Daaaaamn. Was Marina's stagette on Saturday night some ridiculous good times? Witness the following:


You want to touch the bride? Nobody touches the bride.


Megan and I emit alien light vectors.


Rhy, Rhy, Rhy. How can you be so very awesome?


Meena works the crown. Note the careful placement of capuchin monkey and green pepper. All Beckstar, baby.


If it were anyone but KT, I would be all 'Greatest! Photo! Ever!'. Instead, I'm all 'What's that? Katie took another totally amazing party photo? Cool, now who wants toast?'


Gorgeous D, displayed by gorgeous M.


Lady E and the Bridesmaid Power Squad. represent. whut.


Beckstar and Bridestar. Woot!

August in Vancouver - raining cupcakes

Cupcake addiction? Let's not go there.

My girl Marina is getting married next weekend and, as one of the bridesmaids, my job this weekend was to send her off in a drunken, hedonistic fever. Obviously, to the Beckstar, this means a cupcakestravaganza.

For you, woeful readers... I document it all in a photo essay.


The all-important 'pretend the fructose is a huge pile of cocaine' stage.


The setup for candying edible flowers - lazy variation: use of feather in place of paintbrush. Hey - whatever works, right?


The beautiful end result of project flower candy.


Mixmaster Beckstar.


Tasting of batter is extremely important at regular intervals. This is all entirely standard, and should not be questioned.


Enjoying a fresh warm batch of cupcakes. Is there any finer pleasure?


My signature recipe - cheesecake cupcakes. Drooooooool.



Batch 2 - Pineapple Coconut Cream Cheese Cupcakes. Fuck yeah!


And the gorgeous vanilla sisters. Can I get an amen?

Magical Cats!

A quick disclaimer: I am a dog person. Although I have known the odd cat who seemed a content, affectionate and cute-ish pet, they're just really not my thing.

Still, while there are many extreme examples of dog fanaticism, nobody does it like the cat folk.

You've seen stuffonmycat.com.


Omigod. Like, remember Construx?

You might have even spent some time on Flippy's Cat Page, gleaning such beautiful user-submitted prose as:

Happiness is:
... Sparkplug following me into the bathroom and watching me shave my legs.
... Brahms carefully watching the smaller kittens as they play.
... Walking into my mother’s house and having seventeen cats pounce on me and purr.
... Waking up to find a multitude of meowing fuzz balls sleeping with me.
... Having an "intelligent conversation" with a group of cats.

Did you read that? SEVENTEEN CATS. Daaamn man, maybe crazy cat lady is genetic. Moving right along, if you aaare the kind of person who enjoys the aforementioned, you've probably already seen this. For the others, I present to you: Cats. In. Bowls.



Related: The World's First Website for Cats, which is, in my opinion, of dubious appeal to both cats and humans.