"Let The Devil Into Your Heart And You'll Never Be Alone"

I just found this weeks old post that I forgot to actually finish, but I like the links so I am posting it anyway. This is from sometime in September, pre-NY trip. Sorry I forgot. Then there is some new stuff at the bottom.

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Hi.

So I just found out that I get to go on a cute trip to NYC with my mister. He is going to play CMJ. New York is a special place for us. Well, for everyone, I know, but for us too. The way he puts it: "we arrived in New York roommates and left as man & wife." It's where we sat in central park in the rain that we didn't even notice because our hearts were just howling and we decided to just fucking go for it. Very cute.

Anyway, he is going to be sort of working for a bit of the time and I am actually looking forward to spending some time ripping around the big town on my own. I am going to see the obvious art institutions, of course, just because it has been a few years, but... I don't know, my favorite things in New York mostly happen while you're sitting on the subway or stopping at a weird little kiosk or getting lost looking for a venue or whatever. I am terrible at navigating cities by myself, I get hopelessly lost constantly, and it is the best. Ugh. That sounds so gross. I don't mean to be Wonderdick. (Mike Winters. Genius.)  I am just looking for an adventure.

Holy shit, coincidentally, look what I just found on If It's Hip It's Here... GPS SHOES!!

What in the?!?!? Made by Dominic Wilcox. Pretty handsome, for science shoes, I think. Those would come in handy for those who, like me, can't walk one city block without getting utterly lost.

Anyway.
I know I have posted a space dress on this blog before, and I fear that I am starting to develop some creepy THING for space dresses, but I really really really want this Setareh Mohtarez dress. :

Do you think you are pretty tough looking? Well, guess what? This woman has the most badass tattoo of all time. Her name is Joy Tompkins and she makes your tattoos look like little wussybaby tattoos.

These are crazy... this artist named Jon Rafman went through zillions of Google Street View photos and found all of these totally bizarro things that were captured and gathered them into one place. So awesome. Some of them are pretty disturbing. 
http://www.demilked.com/google-street-view-photos/

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And that's as far as I got. That is the end of the old post. I think I was planning to fill in the space between those links with the usual CUTTING TRUTH and BLINDINGLY BRILLIANT INSIGHT, but I didn't. I am not fixing the old post. It is done.

Now this part is a new one.

So recently Jill Stanton posted her new comic project on her page and it is one of those things that is so awesome that I can't decide if I am inspired to make art every minute of the day, or if I am convinced to just pack it in and start listening to Cold Play and having babies because I will never make anything that good. That is how I know that I really really like something, if it makes me a little bit depressed for a few days. I heard her mention that she is going to be dealing subscriptions at the upcoming Royal Bison, so you should definitely get up on that. I know I will. Anyway, here it is: http://headspaces.ca/.

If you have some time to kill and want to have your head blown off by awesome punk ladies, please look at this amazing thing: http://networkawesome.com/special/women-punk/

I went to see Stop Making Sense at Metro the other night. Accidentally went alone because I am bad at making plans. It was a bit tiring watching that many people on that much cocaine for so long, but there were totally some winning moments. I have learned that 1)David Byrne is a charismatic weirdo motherfucker and 2)TomTom Club are the fucking worst. I actually already knew part 1), but I was reminded. I like Talking Heads the most when he is launching off into the weirdosphere, as opposed to when he is rubbing up on Peter Gabriel polyrhythmic worldbeat dadjams (which Talking Heads do in SMS, a lot). 

I have also learned that sitting in a theatre alone is kind of a downer.

What else?

Nothing I guess.

I keep forgetting about posting recipes. Shit. I am hostessing a christmas brunch at my house in December so I have to start researching nice things to feed my friends. I have not started yet though, so instead I will leave you to watch this (posted on FB by my friend Jeremy Curry):

Later, stinkwads.

New name, same old everything else.

Hi! For reasons that are known by a few and not the business of most, I am shrugging off the old and stupid blog title "Dirt City Dream Captain" and adopting the moodier "Summer was a Bummer". I know change is hard, but I hope you'll stay with me. As I like to yell after every time I do a Facebook Fake Friend cull: "deadweight, fuck off!"

Besides, my friend Fish said to me the other day, "I have always fucking hated that name". Zing.

I am terrified of the US Federal Election.

I can't even be on the internet today. Everyone is so anxious. Uselessly urging all their like-minded friends on Facebook (who are either Canadian or Democrats) to NOT vote for that awful man. I think there should be a provision in NAFTA that allows Canadians to have some sort of secondary level vote for the American President, since it is going to affect us too. Doesn't that seem fair? More fair than us sitting up here helplessly watching and gnawing on our bloody cuticles and and pretending that we believe in god so that we have someone to beg to not let this go wrong?

Not that Obama is the golden saviour we all thought he would be, but the alternative is so terrifying. At least Obama seems like a rational human who gives a single shit about other humans. (And he's handsome).

We have our own nightmare running the show up here in frosty Canadia. Imagine Harper and Romney as a team? Oh god, how I wish you were there.

Is it possible to fake your own death and move to some deserted tiny island off the coast of Thailand in this day and age? Can it be done? Can someone show me how, because if shit goes down the way I am afraid it will go down, I can't stand to watch what will happen next.

I found this, but it seems to be written by someone who isn't very smart. I do not feel confident that this person could successfully fake a death and disappear. They have CLEARLY never seen an episode of CSI or Law and Order in their lives.  Do not take this person's advice: http://www.wikihow.com/Fake-Your-Own-Death

This guy did it, but definitely lacked the necessary commitment: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2072033/Canoe-man-John-Darwin-describes-easy-fake-death-life-insurance-payout.html Don't go back to your shitty hometown so you can do house repairs, ya numbskull. ESPECIALLY when you were already all the way to Panama with a stack of cash and were CLEARLY in no danger of getting caught. Dummy.

If President Mitt becomes a thing outside of my worst imaginings and I am forced to fake my own death and move somewhere tropical, I won't come back. I hate doing household fixing jobs.

Living on a deserted island seems like it could be ok... (meow):

Sorry. That was gross of me.

But not as gross as this:

Anyway, if anyone reads this who is ACTUALLY a registered American voter, particularly if you are on the fence for whatever reason, please please don't let us down. And if anything like this happens to you: http://jezebel.com/5958108/oh-lovely-at-least-one-voting-machine-in-pennsylvania-isnt-accepting-votes-for-obama?utm_campaign=socialflow_jezebel_facebook&utm_source=jezebel_facebook&utm_medium=socialflow or this: http://thenextweb.com/shareables/2012/11/06/reddit-user-captures-video-of-2012-voting-machines-altering-votes/  REPORT IT.

There are these layers upon layers of politicking and it is so exhausting trying to figure out one real thing in what is going on. It's so insidious and it's so hard not to be cynical. It makes me feel tired and sad and old. 

Anyway, if I "die tragically" when this is all done, Fish gets my records, Norm gets my books, Amy Van Keeken gets my accessories and no one is fucking allowed to read my old diaries!

xo