Blurb is a tool that allows you to make a book from your images, either on your computer, flickr, picasa, etc. All I can say is, SCORE.

Update: They have a fantastic idea on the site to make a Blog Book which is something I'm going to focus my energies on soon. Do any of you guys have any suggestions on which entries I should add to it?

Labels: Photographs, Projects, Shopping

001. BLUEBERRIES. Oh my sweet Jesus, I bought a huge crate of them yesterday, and they are soon to be ALMOST ALL GONE. As in, I WANT YOU INSIDE ME, DELICIOUS BLUEBERRIES. So good. The other day Jamie put a Costco bulk pack of them onto a strainer, and they looked so beautiful and scrumptious, and we pile-drived through like, the majority of them before we even realized it. And then we totally went to Ikea and I bought out the store. Greatest day ever.

002. That's right. Ikea. I bought a brand new couch and it continues to knock my socks off into next week. It's so super comfortable, and features absolutely no floral patterns, which already makes it eons better than the couch I used to have.... which is now currently selling for 30 dollars at Value Village. ... I went and checked, because really. I was kind of curious about how much crap goes for.

003. I've changed my whole room around in honour of my new couch (and new art table... and new bookcase...) Jamie assembled all the pieces, while I looked over his shoulder and made lots of sounds like, "Oh... I guess that screws in there." and "What's a dowel?" and "SDFLJSLFLKFLSDKFCOUCH." Then we transplanted my television and bed and whatevers and got rid of a ton of stuff. I even bought a little potted plant of Ivy. I am right this minute putting the almost finishing touches on everything, and I'm going to be taking pictures right after... so ... stay tuned.

Labels: Projects

As you may have noticed, I am right at this very moment redesigning Sarah, the Pirate. Please bear with me as I ruin a perfectly good template to the soundtrack of Journey's "Open Arms".

Suggestions are more than welcome... I realize this layout is pretty immense.... things might change drastically between now and several hours from now when I realize I hate it all and nothing ever works out and storm off into the night in dramatic protest.

I need to leave things as are for a few hours because I promised myself I would drop off resumes and temporarily adhere to responsible adult behaviour by brushing my hair when I step out into public.

I am just really not sure what to do about this table, though. RGHHSHGHH.

Labels: Projects, Recipes and Projects

This is not just any banana bread recipe. This is like, the banana bread that God would eat if he was all like, "Jesus, I am staaaarrrrvving." and Jesus was all, "HOLD ON. WAIT A MINUTE. HAVE I GOT A TREAT FOR YOU."

Anyways. My mom has been making Best Ever Banana Bread for years, so I took her recipe and just kind of added little extras to it. I totally suggest any and all of you make it for your nearest and dearest, or perhaps just for yourself, if you are a loaf-loving social reject, during this glorious holiday season. Better yet, cook some loaves or muffins, attach this recipe to it, and give it out as a present, or possibly as a donation for a church bake sale.

Those church ladies, they will fucken love the Best Fucken Ever Banana Bread.

Le Recipe:
(everything in italics is stuff I added on to the recipe. I am way too proud of my time spent on concocting this culinary marvel.)

1 cup butter or marjarine (you can substitute 1/4 cup marj + 3/4 applesauce)
2 cups sugar
3 cups mashed ripe bananas (roughly 6)
4 eggs, well beaten
2 1/2 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp allspice or whatever feels right. Don't be the retard who dumps half the container in. WE ALL LEARNED A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT DAY.
1 dash of cinnamon
1 cup of frozen blueberries
1 half cup of chocolate chips
1 cup frozen raspberries

1. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
2. Add the rest, mix it all in. Don't be shy.
3. Bake at 350 degrees for 55 minutes to an hour, may be slightly longer if you make loaves.

It makes two loaves, or one loaf and 12 muffins, or 24 muffins. You can also mix up the amounts of blueberries, raspberries and chocolate chips you put in.

Labels: Projects, Recipes and Projects

How To Dance Like A Sovereign : Part One



It's best to ball your hands into fists and keep your arms close to your body. If you're not sure how to do this, just try imitating a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Make sure you're mouthing the words to your favourite song with your eyes closed, even if that's not the song that's currently playing. Remember that belting out selections by the following bands are not only acceptable, but nay, should be shared with the entire dance floor: Stevie Nicks, Twisted Sister, Dr. Hook, that song Jamie L. sang really loudly with his guitar that one night when he was wasted, Donny & Marie Osmond, that kicky 1996 song by Donna Lewis.

How To Dance Like A Sovereign : Part Two



Take every oppurtunity to check out the rack of the girl you're dancing with.

If you are a girl, carry on. You will be too busy doing "the Lawnmower" to notice anyways.

Make sure you clap your hands and yell "WOOOOOOO" every now and again, just so others know you're having "A REALLY GREAT TIME, OMG."

When the time is right start to shimmy down towards floor level, pretending that you can't really get up, and then surprise concerned on lookers by jumping up with your arms in the air, throwing one fisted hand up to emphasize your infamous Sovereign vitality. They will laugh, realizing it's all just a hoax, while you nurse your aching kneecaps with the OINTMENT OF RHYTHM.

How To Dance Like A Sovereign : Part Three



After you've done the Lawnmower and shaken your ass sufficiently you will want to take things to the next natural step: disrobing.

Start to ease out of your clothing, knowing, as all Sovereign's do, that pants are always optional.

Make sure you're singing along to something as you do it, preferably with your eyes closed. If you don't have a drink, get one, and make sure you throw it around and get it all over yourself.

Likewise, if you have a cigarette, smoke it from the wrong end and tell everyone that you did it.

If you're wearing hammer pants, do at least one Running Man before whipping them off and throwing them in the face of super impressed onlookers. Most likely these onlookers will be relatives, and Grandpa will definitely appreciate getting a sweat stained 1990's throwback all over the sweater your mom got him from you for Christmas.

How To Dance Like A Sovereign: Part Four



You can never go wrong with putting your arms up, behind your head and gyrating your hips a little.

If this doesn't seem to work well enough just flail your arms in the air. If you can't quite visualize this, think in terms of being a drowning person, but rather than drowning in water, you are DROWNING IN HOTNESS.

Labels: Projects, Recipes and Projects

Thanks to Lindsay for the picture of awesomeness. David Bowie has a delicious chocolate centre and loves kitties.

Labels: Film Geekery, Projects