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Previously I have mentioned, casually, somewhere, around the way, that I should write a post about why I generally (99.9%) of the time prefer male singers. It’s got a lot to do with masculinity and general aggression and testosterone, and yes, things that confirm regardless of everything else, my ovaries are way over on the straight-lady Scale O’ Kinsey.

Seriously? Around 3 minutes in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7k_0vlNIKQ&feature=plcp

There’s my explanation on why I prefer male singers right there, even semi fuzzy (embiggen for added flavour). Picture, meet your thousand words.

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hey, it’s new TILT time – so without further adieu (was there any adieu? I say nay!), this is what I’m kind of digging this week -

Sidewalk Citizen Bakery. Oh, yes. Scones and bread and meringue and things made of love + Deliciousness ≠ words involving owls and boys in slick latex ≠ new skirts ≠ car wash days ≠ derby hate turning into people love ≠ long weekends ≠ roller rink birthday parties ≠ volunteer parking lot painting ≠ big steps ≠ breakfast at Tiffany’s.

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seriously. I am super bummed that my sneaky way to get to Montreal for (more or less) free, to see FCFG820 + Hoicico was thwarted. Thwarted.

And, since I’m doing TILT on thursdays now, I figured Faderhead Friday could also be used for musical things. So I  bring you live Hoicico. Mexican aggrotech at its finest.  First, live, then, recorded in case you want to get better audio quality. AND YOU KNOW YOU DO.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNqMA9uOdVM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Grl4CsllMWs

I love this song. I love how all ebm/electro frontmen dance the same.  It’s kind of delicious to watch. Delicious! Like crisp fall apple delicious.

and now you know.

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I got your TILT right here! What’s love got to do with it this week?

apps! photo apps, fo’shizzle ≠ magic sparkle ladybugs ≠ outdoor skating ≠ roast tomatoes  ≠ my beloved C ≠  tulips ≠ the vampire diaries (Did not see that coming!) ≠ Sherlock ≠ Kate Spade (floral broadhurst! weee!)  ≠ did I mention magic sparkle ladybugs? ≠ sleeping in on derby days ≠ derby days and potluck firepits ≠  halcyon ≠ aches + pains ≠ umlauts ≠ bathtubs ≠ fluevog ≠ new friends.

and hugs outside of apartment buildings, HK

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musically, this is kind of where it’s at. You should learn a thing or two about the Pet Shop Boys. They’ve managed to be awesome, continually, for more years than they have not.

This is a song about boys and girls
You hear it playing all over the world
This is a song about boys and girls
You hear it playing all over the world

That’s from Yes, 2009.

This is from Behavoir, 1990:

Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You'd be sitting somewhere here with me

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Taking a page from my girl Gala, I’m going to start Things I Love Thursday. Except around here, we’re going to TILT. Gosh, I love a fun acronym.

This week, things I am TILT-ing over include:

epic dinner parties ≠  hilariously epic fail 1-2-3 convoy mis-directions  ≠ film geekery ≠ watching derby with the family ≠ a sunny day to help chase the blues away ≠ reminders that I am the Protagonist ≠ my employee buying me a copy of Alabaster: Wolves (make that issues 1 AND 2) ≠ a silly silly haircut ≠  best tuesday derby practice with some seriously awesome ladies ≠ finding friends in unexpected places # difficult conversations.

and for you visual learners, my new hair. It is much more sticky-uppy and alfalfa-silly than this photo illustrates, but I love it so.  Not only did I lose 20lbs when I cut my hair, but I also shaved 20 minutes off my morning routine. Also, can we talk about the ‘morebeaute’  (Free!) Iphone app? Awesome.  The above mentioned Gala did a photo-app roundup and she was so.not.wrong about this one. Is nice not to look like a washed out piece of old lunchmeat. I may be slightly self deprecating on a good day, but even I know I’m way eff’in cuter than most iphone photos would let on! And now, I look like a 14yo boy with anime hair. I ROCK! 

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I wondered what I was going to post about today, because this has not been a week I much wanted to do much remembering on. But now, this.

it would have been Haring’s 54th birthday today.

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since i missed friday, woops, this makes this post a SAM Saturday, which is just like a Faderhead Friday except without Sami (confusing!), but since really Sami really only amuses me, I’m pretty sure all ya’ll are okay with a day late (and dollars short!) In the last 3 weeks I’ve had the roller derby tournament, out of province wedding and comic expo. We’re in the middle of expo now, and I’m booth babing for Plastic Cake which is super fun and also contains all of the people ever. The full cast of ST: TNG are here and this has resulted in the fire marshal declaring war on crowds and for a while it was a no one enters no one leaves thunderdome type deal, complete with zero cell services. I feel somewhere there’s a tower we destroyed.

Woopsie. What else? I bought t-shirts. Finally a Batman, I keep saying I will do this thing and then I don’t, and this! Which is singularly awesome for two reasons. Well, three. Or Four, maybe? 1) my pure love of Resident Evil video games. Most of them. Not the rail shooters, but the rest, yes. 2) my love of Leon S. Kennedy (seriously, I get he’s a video game character, but he’s Hawt) 3) my love of the word “Umbrella” (seriously, I built a whole world in my novel around an umbrella. This = Love), and finally (4), my love of the typewriter. See what I’m saying? This will save your life! It’s funny + awesome. And I’m giddy about it. And now, because of derby, I’m not afraid to alter t-shirts so soon it will fit unlike a box man over my lady frame.

Honestly, this is all I got. Next weekend we’re in Edmonton playing E-Ville (the Kill Jills, that’s my derby team). I think I’m bench-wenching, which should be fun, and a learning experience. Which is awesome, but after that?  I have this feeling I’m just taking a Saturday off. It may be a pajama day. We may need one of those after all of this.

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The Tuesday after Flat Track Fever, Graffy (ha! Derby name, finally. Graffiti Petey! His massive mancrush on Quadzilla has turned into full-on derby love! In other news, Quadzilla’s plyo makes me tired), otherwise known as Smaff, or BFF, and I went to see Cabin in the Woods. It amused and amused and made me laugh out loud once very very hard, and therefore was worth seeing on half-price tuesday. Monday was pajama day, tuesday was catch up on email at work day, and movie night and it was grand. We went to Royal for bearing grease and the garage for a wood lathe and had a short car chat, and I came home and tried on my dress with various shoe options for the wedding Ella/Kalin (and Smaffy + Jenn) and I are going to on Vancouver Island (PS: anyone who wants to come burglar my house, other people live here )  and decided that rust red goes with pink + white + brown. So do my green tights. They do not however go with the shoes. Boo, hiss.

I decided New Order’s Dream Attack might be one of the prettiest songs ever written:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pewbU1qH4Wc

Even if Hooky has a Chad Kroeger man stance going on. o.O

and I like this, or where this is going, in this dark and funeral part of Umbrella:

It went dark in most parts of Umbrella at the same time, or so her father told her. He made the shape of the sun, finger to finger and thumb to thumb. He picked lemons from the bowl to tell her of yellow. And then he told Ellis it was much like a rainstorm when the dark came.  He told her the Fourth was the last to lose its light and some days it’s still as morning, when the rooftops alight marigold and pollen, and the day lamps fade, lower their light.

Her mother was a gardener, and so her father used words she understood.

And I really liked skating in my first and proper derby bout, with spectators and other proper things. I did not like Punky B breaking her ankle or how that felt to wait with her and then have to get up and skate the rest of the bout (or half, as the case may be), but at the same time I really liked skating the rest of the bout. It seemed important. Sports. They’re strange and surprising.

And I was going to write some more, but it’s now 11:13 PM on this undisclosed day, and that means it’s probably good for sleep.

G’nite.

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I am not feeling uber celebratory today. Mostly because I have had a migraine for 3 days and it’s getting on my nerves. Due to pretty excessive TMJ I’m used to having perpetual headaches (I know, cue the world’s smallest violin), but this is just about putting me over the edge. I thought it might be my new eyeglass prescription, but I’m testing out new contacts and it’s not getting worse. So who knows.

Monday I had cheese before bed, and the weird dreams that ensued were me, out in the woods with Hotch. (Criminal Minds). The out in the woods was more of a weekend getaway than a Serial Killer Hunt Down Party, which made it extra weird. Also, if I was going to have a weekend getaway with one of the dudes from Criminal Minds, it’d probably be Mr. Yummy Pants (AKA Morgan/Shemar Moore. I’m just sayin’.)

Man I wish I had more than this today. D’ado is off in China, which is making me think of my Camelot, who is, over and above most other things, one of the most perfect loves of my life. I miss him every day. And if all goes well, I’ll be winging over to Taiwan to see him in the fall, and sometimes it’s thinking on the possibility that makes sour things sweeter. Like my damn migraine. And the other thing that is weighing me down just now, that doesn’t belong on the internet but has settled around me all the same.

But I have a dinner date, and that’s worth pinning a pin on the awesome map. And possible birthday dinner fun tomorrow, and then some time with my Jills. All in all, I have more aches than pains, and I’ll take it.

You know what this post needs? PICTURE OF A HOTTIE. This is Joe Meyer (yeahp, the SAM), he was my weird

dream of last night (less weird than Hotch, my lady parts are pre-wired to Love Joe with all of the Love in Love Town. Holy snappin’ alligators with the love (it’s not really love, but I’m feeling you are getting the drift of my ovaries, here.). Anyway. You might be amused that 98% of my dreams containing my crushes are PG-rated. Once, I had a dream about Viggo, and I was babysitting his kid. Seriously. This is my subconscious dreamlife at work. Maybe next time I’ll mail letters and braid someone’s hair. Seriously, that’s it today. I need more tylenol.

xox,

me.