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Friday night, SharkBoy got his old bear head tattoo augmented. We recommend Damien at King of Fools Tattoo: A nice guy with a steady hand and a good eye. SharkBoy has already started to plan his next tatt for Damien to do.
After, we went to Indi-blows at Bloor and Bay to see the Harry Potter fever.
Street magicians! People in costumes! Grown adult children in costumes!
And then SharkBoy caught the fever and we had to line up. Well, he lined up. I was having no part of this, but as a dutiful husband, I supported his need to be at this event.
Let’s play “Where’s WaldoSharkBoy?”
Finally branded with the number of the beast, we make our way over to the line up to get a book.
See this woman here? She is a cow. She is someone who gets through life cheating and when caught, turns the blame around on other people and never herself. That’s right, this is a full grown “adult” who thought it necessary to try to jump the line to get a crappy kids book. (By the way, we were in the same shop the next day and they had hundreds of them still). She came up behind us an hour into our wait (and we still had an hour and a half to go) and, while on her cell phone, kept stepping forward along the side of the line. I would make brief eye contact with her using my best glare and eventually she just stopped looking at me, even when I took out my camera and announced loudly that I needed her pic for my blog so I could show the world what an inconsiderate adult “child” looks like. SharkBoy called her out on her queue-jumping tactic and she gave the lame excuse that she was there all along (riiiiight), and she was hot and claustrophobic and that arguing was stupid!! SharkBoy basically told her to fuck herself. I love him so much!
He Who Shall Never be Named came by and was spat on by teen girls.
And finally, SharkBoy gets his book. At this point I left the line to take shelter from the crush and stood beside a cop. A cop with a gun in a book store. Anyway. We make eye contact and the cop says “Hey,” and I say “Hey,” holding up my hands. “Potter Widow,” I say, meaning myself as I point at the line. He laughs.
Saturday was nothing. We stayed in and slept due to SharkBoy having the goopiest meat packing blood tampons taped to his back. Plus he couldn’t wash until at least 24 hours after the tattoo. So we Wii-ed for the most of the day with Cooking Mama’s Cook Off and Big Brain Academy. My brain weighs 1151g. Yay!
Sunday we met up with The Postman, PhotogRod and Billy and went over to Folsom Fair North FFN 5. When did Folsom Fair take back their name from the Folsom North people? It’s nice to see this event growing, and not just in vendors. When we left at 5pm, it was quite packed. But the sun and standing got to us.
10 thoughts on “The Weekend In Review”
heh, i saw an old friend in your pictures of dicks at the park. his name is andrew.
Holycrap I had like eight Geocities Sites…. Facebook will be around for a while, it’s like a primer towards a real blog. I have two friends who have never really used the Web for anything, but they love getting those messages. I get the feeling it’ll be a totally free service for a while longer, but there are extra services they can offer so there may be a Premium Level.
There is a kind of ‘mini-bubble’ with the services sites, however. Changing from the totally free option to a paid service has a fatal flaw… the sites only exist if people actively take part in their creation, and they’re only as good as the talent level of the people taking an active part in their content creation. Then there’s the new technology that’s always around the corner.
Geocties is a great example. It’s also why Craig’s List has promised they’ll never introduce Pay-Per-Play. If they did, the next day you’d have Bob’s List, Steve’s List and Debbie’s List. There’s nothing unique about WordPress or YouTube or MySpace either. Add one charge too many and there’ll be fifty MeTubes the next day.
Anyway. Thought you’d get a kick out of this…
They’ll bring in ads or start charging for it and ta-daaa! Geocities syndrome!
Gabriel: my thoughts exactly. I wonder if the novelty will wear off. (Perhaps the bloom is already off the rose…)
Me too! Add me!
HolycrapIhateFacebook… all of the laziest parts of blogging combined with the most impersonal aspects of Instant Messaging and one line emails multiplied by the narcissism and shallowness of a high school graduation YearBook signing. And yet… heavy sigh… I have an account.
It’s human nature to feel the need to be connected and to be Number #1. That’s why Facebook is so popular.
“ooo ooo! Look at me! My Facebook page has 300 connected friends!”
Yeah I’m bitter.
Unless it’s some weird reuinion tour of a band you idolized as a child — but never got to see — or a once a year movie event like a midnight showing of The Exorcist at the Bytowne Theatre, I’ve never understood the “line up” phenomenon. Either it’ll be there tomorrow, or there’ll be enough to go around. A friend of mine, and a fellow grown-up, did the overnight line up for Phantom Menace. I still laugh.
The people lining up for days did so under their own free will and were mostly Star Wars-esque fanboys and fangirls. Like I said, the store had hundreds of copies left over.
Our Sauntering took close to two hours to do, hence my utter displeasure for Pajamas Woman, who was truly the saunter artist. Sauntering in on her phone and ignoring the 300 or so people behind her.
I can’t believe people were lining up for days and you guys managed to just saunter in and pick one off the display. All the news of people sitting out in the rain I figured there was a limited amount available, like concert tickets or something. But fifty of the fucking jagoff things were available for sale in Kabul. It’s hard to hate someone wearing pajamas in a bookstore, even if they stole a place in line, but I’ll give it a shot… but just for Monday.