I've got a gut feeling about this...

Monday, October Eighteenth, Two Thousand-Ten.



A day which won't, but SHOULD remain infamous in Canadian history. In short, it is the day "The Double Down" sandwich was allowed to be sold here in Canada. The sandwich which broke all the rules. Essentially it is two pieces of battered, 11 secret herbs and spiced, deep fried chicken breasts sandwiched on either side of a mound of pepperjack and monterey jack cheese, bacon and slathered in mayo based "Colonel Sauce". This is exactly what every dietician and nutritionist out there has nightmares about, and I am determined to live through this Mary Shelly inspired concoction to share with you the experience.



It took a lot of psyching myself up as I approached the doors of the KFC on Queen Street on the way home from work. As I entered I could see I was not the only one whom decided to ignore all their personal trainers calls today and opt for a decision best left to casino tables. The establishment was a buzz with regretful anticipation as we stepped through the queue like lemmings marching off a cliff.

"I'm here just for this sandwich." an off duty office pencil pusher bragged while trying to wipe the chagrin of his co-workers face. He too had purchased one being convinced by his co-worker... murder suicides are common place in high stress office jobs I thought to myself.



10 minutes. Ten minutes was what I was quoted before I would be able to receive my sandwich. As I waited I felt like a prisoner on death row. Not before his last meal, but afterward. Staring the needle which will administer the lethal injection into his arteries. Except this will be a lot slower.



Finally I received my contraband and proceeded on my way home. I felt more nervous carrying this brown paper bag under my arm on this short walk home than I would carrying drugs on me. And I was carrying drugs at the time. As I walked my sandwich home I thought about all the ills in human society, about all the wrongs we have committed against each other, and the pain and suffering we have brought upon ourselves. It seems that as humans we cannot escape being self destructive. Bombs, guns, drugs, etcetera. Our food however was supposed to remain sacred. It wasn't ever supposed to go this far. My god! What have we become?



I shed a tear for our society as I entered my building and proceeded to my kitchen counter. With bar stools as seating I decided to throw out my change in front of where I should dine to give it a more casino-y feel. This was of course a different type of gambling all together, but apropo none the less. The sandwich itself is exactly what you expect it to be. It just tastes like two pieces of deep fried chicken, cheese and bacon. No flavour explosion, no incredible taste sensation, just chicken... and grease.



I tossed aside the wrapping as soon as I was done with it. I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. I could hardly look at myself in the mirror. There was a point afterward where I had a moment of instant regret. Much like being at your first rave and buying ecstasy off of some much older creepy looking guy (because you don't know any better) then realizing "What have I done?". A million thoughts rush through your head;

"Should I have done that?"

"I should make myself puke."

"I hope I don't die from this."

"My dad would kill me if he found out."



But slowly all that subsides. Possibly because your blood is flowing significantly slower and clouding your judgment. MY left side begins to lose all feeling, my breathing has become heavy, there is a sharp pain in my chest, and my vision is tunneling. Effects of an unhealthy sandwich? Or am I just falling in love? I'll have to go with my gut on this one and say this is sandwich based. Off to the gym.



See you in the funnies.

~r.r.



*note* If I wake up dead please read this at my funeral.

Nuit Blanche

Nuit Blanche tonight!

Brushing up...

So I'm taking some time to "brush-up" as it were, on my brush work. A little more red here... ok now add a smidge of black... oh too much, ok some more red... no, don't get it on the green... wow. Happy little trees~!

~peace

Adventurer.Explorer

Hey so for my next trick I will be combining mediums into a eye-canylicious flavour explosion~! Photography and fine art, together at last~! Not to mention my fantastic costume creation abilities (I also have to give a huge round of thanks to Patricia Youn, who made the spandex onesies for me) which I have honed from years of cos-play, but Make-Up done by one of the most talented up and comers in the field, Miss Christina Nguyen. And of course to our models which we could not have done this without thank you so much~!
I got some studio time and put a lot of my blood, sweat and money into this project, celebrating our adventurous sides and taking us beyond what a normal single use of a work medium could ever take us. Imagination is limited only to the constraints we place upon ourselves, and so for this I have pushed myself into the canvas; holding up a brush as if it were my torch. Painting as it seems is beginning to become one of my strong points. Not immediately however, but practice makes perfect~!
Here are some concept teasers which i cooked up. Look forward to them, but not in too much anticipation. Although the Photography aspect of the project was able to go quickly, the brush work will come with patience.

~Peace

Bleed...

"Everything I do reminds me of you;
Because I wanted to do everything with you."

Quiet Riot...

Okay, so there is a lot of talk about what the recent G20 summit in Toronto has done to our society and the way we look at those sworn to protect our otherwise menial lives. The discussions of right and wrong have become so twisted in each other that it's hard to gather your own valid opinion of things without having to rely on the opinions and images crammed down our throat in order to validate what they want to show us. Weather it be excessive use of force, violent outbreaks, unfulfilled duties, so on or so forth my intention here is to provide an unbiased look at what happened, and some exposure to the circumstances... I cannot of course express myself on here without having an opinion, so I will have something to say about this, and you might not like it; that is no concern of mine:

Walking through the streets you could feel the tension so thick in the air you could cut it with a butter knife. A sort of underlying fear ran like chills through out our bones, protesters and officers alike. I witnessed the emotion in peoples faces as the massive crowds merged in stand-offs all over the city. Some anticipating the worst, others plotting it. Laughter mixed with chanting, and call signals echoed through the desolate streets, but this was only a diversion. As the hordes of cops herded the confused protesters away from tactical points, the anarchists (organized and unorganized alike) caused minor damages to store fronts at random. Chaos is reserved for the running of the bulls in Pamplona, this was nothing more than re-creation out of expectation. A riot was the expectation, so those wanting to be "part of something" that they may never experience in their lifetime re-create what they believe a riot should be. A lot of broken glass, minor insurance claims... Nothing was looted, no one was injured, purpose was lacking. This was no riot.

Meanwhile the war raged on between the police and the protesters. Complaints about waste of money, rights, peace, puppet governments, pretty much anything that has been argued by waving a handmade sign over your head was argued here... to the police... the mindless sheeps in wolves clothing. *sigh* As people shouted to get answers from bottom tier henchmen tempers grew. You're either with us or against us; and so the crowds took it upon the idolatry of the police force... their cars. The mice set fire to abandoned cars left by the uniformed felines busy chasing their own tails around the city. They had enough cat and mouse, and decided to pounce, to hunt the infesting vermin they saw as the protesters. Any and all were possible victims (when you have an infestation you don't stop to check moral values... you crush.) The police managed to organize themselves and went on an arresting spree. I can understand that people got caught up in it, hanging out behind enemy lines blurs your innocence, too bad the retaliation came after the anarchists had had their fun. These were just the stragglers , the stupid, or the unlucky, not the deserving.

However for us to judge one peon from another is idiotic at best. We become so blinded by emotion that blame is the first release we look for, and often times the pawns get caught up in this over glorified game of chess. The police have families to feed and egos to boost. Likewise protesters have rights to protect and causes that they are misinformed about to fight for. We mustn't forget that all this is cause of a trickle down effect. What we are going blind to is the "Men upstairs" issuing these orders. This modern day monarchy known as the G20, or whatever they wish to use. Allowing themselves to avoid our modern statutes of government, eliminating the vote with power... absolute power. Slowly and more gradually they are realizing the power of their coalition. Self realization can be a bitch sometimes. If you don't stop researching, if you don't investigate, probe and ask questions to everything (and I mean EVERYTHING). Knowledge is power.
~Love

Fine! Due to popular demand...

Hey guys ok so i've been taking a break from this interweb to get myself situated on some projects, but by popular demand (I never knew som many of you guys read this, and thanks for asking for more!) I'm back to scrawling my thoughts across the 1's and 0's of this vast binary ocean.

I got my self a new lens:

Y'know for getting all up in the grill of animals and superstars, as well as a wide angle & macro converters!!

This means lotsa new pics of things far and close and far and wide!! Be excited, 'cuz i said I'm back so I'll be bloggin' your little eyes off...

Love