Pacey-con 2010

Oh my. The world is a strange and WONDERFUL place.

As quoted from "Oh no they didn't"...

"Someone wandering around at San Diego Comic-Con this weekend happened to spot Fringe's Joshua Jackson. He says: "I was walking back to my hotel after eating at Cafe Diem to take a break and a small group of people were gathered on the lawn a distance from the convention center. They were standing around Joshua Jackson from 'Fringe', he was staging his own 'Pacey-Con', giving out fan fiction he wrote and getting pictures with the women, all while the 'Dawson's Creek' theme music played on a boom box, it was quite funny, to say the least."





... I still love you Pacey.




UPDATE!!!!!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

This is the best thing in Number One Millionaire's history. Ever. Period.

Pacey-Con with Joshua Jackson from Joshua Jackson

Look, Listen, Learn

Look ~
Visit Paths to Abstraction at the AGNSW. It’s the only exhibition I’ve seen recently, but I loved it. Check out the mini exhibition of Australian female modernist printmakers in the foyer too.


Watch ~
Even if you don’t watch True Blood, Snoop Dogg is always ridiculous.
Oh Sookie, I won't trick you like Eric and make you drink blood.



Decorate ~
I want to create a picture collage in the style of my current favourite artist Barry McGee.

Barry McGee

Installation view at UCLA/Armand Hammer Museum, Los Angeles
2000
Mixed media, dimensions variable Photo by Robert Wedemeyer
Courtesy Deitch Projects, New York

Eat ~
Everything. Thesis side-effect.

Listen ~
I’ve been listening to loads of The Tallest Man on Earth and a little bit of Johnny Cash. I'm all about a country man, apparently.

The Tallest Man on Earth ~ Troubles Will Be Gone
Johnny Cash ~ Folsom Prison Blues

Read ~
I want to read this. Hurry up library!

Wear ~
You should wear these oxfords. Seriously, I want you to have them, they don’t fit me. Size 7.5. Email me!
Laugh ~
At Party Down. Do it now.

Wonder ~
I often wonder if I’m turning into Liz Lemon.

Go ~
I want to go to there.


Lesson ~
I’ve really got to stop watching so much TV and write something.

Burrito hand

Mmm, Burrito

My hand smells like a burrito. My left hand. I noticed it about 10 minutes ago. I'm fairly certain it didn't smell like that this morning. I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or not.

I didn't eat a burrito today.

I'd like some answers.

Kitten Burrito?

Crazy man burrito?



Baby burrito?



Mr. Burrito Head?

No answers.


On that note, I promise to do a real post soon. It'll be rad.

Snow Tea

Friends, for the last five days I've been holed up in an A-frame ski lodge with no phone reception, no computer, no internet and no television. I did little but play Balderdash and Black Bitch, drink schnapps over fresh snow, read muskily scented novels and on occasion, ski.

They were blissful times, innocent times but times which have situated me well and truly out of the loop. Now I'm back and have nothing to offer you but a recipe for tea:

Brew a pot of fairly weak black tea (I like Ceylon Orange Pekoe) and chuck in half a stick of cinnamon with the leaves. Brew for 3 minutes, or till it reaches its desired potency, and drink black in a Turkish tea glass, with a little sugar and some mint leaves.

Enjoy, forgive.

I love you more than cheese

Alexander Skarsgard, for you my love knows no bounds.

I pretty much loose my shit every Monday night.
I feel like i know you.
Seriously.
It's a little creepy.

Oops, there's another photo.

And again.

And... I pretty much just posted porn.

Perfect weekends.

Russell Brand.
His sex appeal is an intriguing mystery to me.

Parties with dancing.



Man accessories.



Kitteh's



Heh.

Bill Murray.