We all have that shirt. The shirt we can’t part with. The one that looks like you just walked through a forest of razorblades, a warehouse full of tea-puking kittens and 10,000 lumens of unprotected UV. Your lucky shirt. The shirt you were wearing when they said “yes”. The shirt you were wearing when that cheque came in. The shirt you were wearing when the sun came up and you were going to be ok. The shirt on your back when the brakes suddenly started to work again.

This isn’t that shirt. But hell – it certainly looks like it.

1/3rd the way through, people!

This shirt reminds me mostly of my time as a Classical Animator (Sheridan College graduate). The picture doesn’t show much but if you get close the design is actually a rough sketch of Shere Khan, loose construction lines and all. Disney did a series of rough sketch shirts like this, loved them all, but this was my favorite of them all.

I’ve always loved a villain who is utterly unaware of hubris hurling towards them like a meteor headed towards Earth in a Michael Bay movie. Shere Khan and Wile E Coyote character flaws always fascinate me.

I wish my favorite tattoo parlour (Imperial Tattoo) had t-shrits. Their site says they do but there’s nothing listed. Typical. These guys are the best tattooists in Toronto so I’m not surprised their site is a bit …behind. You can forgive their lack of marketing finesse when you see the scope of their work.

This shirt has a tagline in small font on the back that was the dealbreaker for me to purchase it, even though I didn’t get any ink from this parlour. It says: “Small tattoos make you look fat” just below the collar. To this day, I firmly believe that.

We’re Thirty days away, kids!

I’m loving how the Winter Olympics are on the same weekend as our trip. The hype is parallel.

This is another Fan Expo Borg Cube Shirt I got. In my head it’s gay subversive because the GI Joes sort of look like the Village People. But that’s a stretch.

One of the first moments where I fell in love with SharkBoy was showing him the Fenster Films remix of GI Joe. Huddled over our computer, I hit play and within 30 seconds we were both doubled over with laughter. From that moment on I loved making him laugh.

Here’s today’s pic. Enjoy!

I wasn’t the kid on the block with all the cool toys. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t wearing burlap rags and pretending a shoe box was my best friend, no. Being the youngest of 5 kids meant most of my toys were either generic (Look! A farm set of no discernible brand!) or worn out hand me downs that passed through years of abuse from 4 older siblings (Wee! A Spirograph with 75% of the gear wheels missing!). Don’t get me wrong, I was a happy kid. But I lived next door to an only son of a wealthy lawyer. You could imagine what his toy box looked like. He had enough LEGO to make the engineers of the Burj Dubai seethe with jealousy. He was so ignorant of how good he had it. For example, he had die cast metal SHADO vehicles but didn’t know a thing about the show they came from, which drove me crazy. When I tried to explain to my parents that I needed a SHADO Mobile with real firing missiles from the British science fiction show UFO I got a farm set of no discernible brand.

I also remember a friend having a ride-’em toy that made me insanely jealous. The name escapes me. It was round, you sat in the middle and it had two major wheels on either side of you that you cranked for motion. It was the closest a kid could come to wheel chair fun without stealing a wheel chair. I also recall the wheels had a hippy, swirly pattern on them…

I digress. All this just to say I got my first Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots game when I was 41. Hell of a time to wait.

I like to go swimming
With Bowlegged women
And swim between their legs!

These are originally SharkBoy’s but he’s waaay over the colour. I don’t mind. They rock!

These sandals I bought for our last cruise. The last one, where ten of us, all bearish, all hungry, went on The Explorer of the Seas and were dubbed “The Bear Pack” by one of the ship’s crew. Good times.

I use to have a pair of Tevas that I kept for years and years, long after the velcro failed on them. I bought them only for white water rafting down the Ottawa River in the early ’90s. One trip, I flipped out of the raft and as my arms flailed around in the surf, in horror, my hand hit something. I grabbed. I came up for air and discovered that one of my sandals was missing. And that I had said missing sandal in my hand. They were now dubbed my lucky shoes. It wasn’t until I started to wear the Tevas around town that I discovered that I had bought a whole size too large and I was literally flopping and tripping around in them like a drunk clown.

These particular sandals make me happy. Not like… “Let’s get some shoes!” kind of happy but they do hold a lot of memories from the last couple years.

Somewhat late today. Sorry. We started the day by taking Billy Dee Williams and George Hamilton to the vet for their shots. There they wanted us to shuck out nearly $400 for Xrays, stool softeners and…kitty enemas. I shit you not. And neither does Billy Dee Williams. We decided that we’re going the natural route and feed him more wet food than average, which helps him pass stuff.

After we went shopping for new shoes for me. The Merrills I bought in June for our Disney trip are already worn down to treadless slippers. Pictured here are my new KEENS I got for $80. The angle of the picture makes them look like their Shaq Size 16s or something. I wish. I am loving the no lace tie ups on them!

A few years back I got this t-shirt from some outdoor festival on Church Street and was shocked at the blatant copyright infringement – where were the Skywalker Police? That was before I knew about “fair use” (or whatever it’s called up here in Canada) where artists can remix ideas freely and call it pop art. (guilty as charged)

I love this shirt because it’s an arty version of something burned into our collective conciousness. However, it’s not entirely obvious to most people what it is, right off the bat. I’m all mytheriouth that way.

SharkBoy figured it out, I’m sure you all did. Yesterday’s Day Four picture has a lot more than 3 shirts folded into it. Yes. I am pre-imaging some of these posts. I had to because the Xmas tree wasn’t down this weekend and I only had a few stolen moments to set up a few shots before the deconstruction. After Day 6, it’s all new, baby.

On to today’s pic: I’ve started a thread over on Cruise Critic’s Gay and Lesbian board seeing if any other ‘Mos were travelling on the trip we’ve booked. After two months, lots of views, but no response. SharkBoy and I have resigned ourselves to the possibility that out of 3600 guests, we’re the only to homos on The Explorer and that we’re only going to find cruisers well into their 70s (no offense, Da) who might have dubious religious beliefs that don’t include Canada’s Rights of Marriage. I know, I know – the odds are highly unlikely – besides, who says all the travelling gays read Cruise Critic?.

I digress. When I use to work at the bar, I’d wear leather/bear/cock shirts out in public, proudly. These days I’m not one to overtly advertise my sexuality via a t-shirt but this one is as close as I get (other than my first Gay Day shirt).