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!
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:
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?
"He's in his wiiiiiide stance! with his hammer pants down!" Hats off to you Jon Stewart.
Together in one amazing user-created vid. Seriously - this rules.
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
... 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...
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!
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?
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.
But this is insanely viral right now, and I thought, out of service to my readers, you should be ahead of the curve on this madness:
If someone says 'Youtube? Isn't that all just autistic kids with keyboards these days?', you'll know to what they refer.
