We here at bFab aim to bring you at least one YouTube post per week – mostly because it’s an easy post, but also, because it’s fun to watch videos at work. This week’s video features our favourite dyke used-car salesperson: Ellen!TM My sister has a bit of an obsession and showed this to me a few weeks ago. I nearly peed my pants.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Mirror Mirror
Routinely, I stare at myself in the mirror and think that I could use a little bit of plastic surgery. Mostly an eyelift, but these days I’ve been obsessing about the lines that have formed on my neck. “Gobble gobble, I’m a turkey,” I think to myself as I pull the skin back and forth on my neck. I’m brought back to a time in the mid-nineties (my early 20’s), when Coldesthands used to tell me that it’s always the neck and hands that go first. I had nightmares that night.
Fortunately, Mr. T. frequently adds his two cents, and reminds me of a Web site he discovered a few years back: www.awfulplasticsurgery.com. If that’s not enough to convince you that you’ll likely look like shit after boob jobs, collagen injections, face lifts and nose jobs, I don’t know what is…
Fortunately, Mr. T. frequently adds his two cents, and reminds me of a Web site he discovered a few years back: www.awfulplasticsurgery.com. If that’s not enough to convince you that you’ll likely look like shit after boob jobs, collagen injections, face lifts and nose jobs, I don’t know what is…
Friday, November 24, 2006
Décoration Lynda
Pour ceux et celles entrent vous qui "speak the French", voici un p’tit vidéo avec des conseilles de décor très utile pour vos maisons de banlieue (quoi-que ça pourrait dépanner pour les maisons en ville aussi) ! En plus, il-y a un clip de conseille pour vos arbres de Noël – juste a temps pour les fêtes! Merci bon Dieu!
Même si les conseilles décor de Lynda ne s’aligne pas nécessairement a vos goûts personnels, sa sens de mode et beauté vous inspira sûrement!
Bonne écoute!
Même si les conseilles décor de Lynda ne s’aligne pas nécessairement a vos goûts personnels, sa sens de mode et beauté vous inspira sûrement!
Bonne écoute!
My Personal DJ – My Brain Death
Ever feel like you’re so brain-dead that you can’t even manage to pick an artist/album/playlist? Recently, my friend Kitty Bitch offered me a solution: let the supercomputer think for you! Check out Music Genome Project’s baby: Pandora.
Based on a song or artist that you like, Pandora will choose songs that “it” thinks are similar based on "their" criteria. Okay, granted not all of the songs on my Madonna (smirk) station (as they call it) have been hits with me, but, you can give a song a thumbs down: which means that “they” will skip to the next selection and never play that gawdawful song again!
You realize that we’ll all be vegetables in 10 years, don’t you?
I want to be a cucumber! *said in the Ralph Wiggins kinda way*
Based on a song or artist that you like, Pandora will choose songs that “it” thinks are similar based on "their" criteria. Okay, granted not all of the songs on my Madonna (smirk) station (as they call it) have been hits with me, but, you can give a song a thumbs down: which means that “they” will skip to the next selection and never play that gawdawful song again!
You realize that we’ll all be vegetables in 10 years, don’t you?
I want to be a cucumber! *said in the Ralph Wiggins kinda way*
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Another Gay Movie
The Image + Nation film festival is in full swing here in Montreal. There’s a wide range of artsy films, informative documentaries and touching true stories to choose from during the week and a half of screenings. But, Mr. T and I decided to go and see the lowest common denominator: Another Gay Movie.
Essentially, it’s American Pie à la homo, potty humour at its worse, queer stereotypes personified: and I loved it. The show was sold out (all 932 seats), and it’s the only one to sell out since the festival opened on the 16th. I once thought that gay men had a discernable taste for cinema, but given this recent happening, I’m not convinced… I guess we can be just as trashy (actually, make that *more* trashy) than our breeder counterparts.
For those of you who can stomach the bright colours, check out the trailer:
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Bedtime
Our bed finally arrived while I was on the left coast. Before leaving, I had the great fortune of being invited to inspect the bed before it was sent off to be stained and sealed. I say great fortune because the carpenter, and owner of Kastella is a mighty fine fellow.
This is what it looked like in the very dusty shop:
Sigh… I love dust (especially ever since Marjorie told me that it has absolutely no calories!).
In my absence, Mr. T had the pleasure of setting up the new bed and accessories. When I came home, I was greeted with this new sleeping sanctuary:
*Bedtime reading these days is apparently all about butts and working stiffs*
Looking back at Mr. T’s Bed Sketch, I think that Jason (the fine fellow mentioned above) did an impressive job of turning drawing into reality.
This is what it looked like in the very dusty shop:
In my absence, Mr. T had the pleasure of setting up the new bed and accessories. When I came home, I was greeted with this new sleeping sanctuary:
*Bedtime reading these days is apparently all about butts and working stiffs*
Looking back at Mr. T’s Bed Sketch, I think that Jason (the fine fellow mentioned above) did an impressive job of turning drawing into reality.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Friday Afternoon Buddy Anyone?
Scott Thompson never disssssapointssss in his Buddy sketches. Surprisingly this one is still current-affairs-relevant -- with all the Ted Haggard hoopla and all…
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Back from the Left Coast
I know that it’s been a little while (and thank one of the globetrotters for reminding me that it’s been a little too long). To make up for my negligence, this entry is going to be a bit longer than usual with some photos of my recent trip to San Francisco – where fortunately, I did not have any Rice-A-Roni.
After a long week of work in the suburbs, Coldersthands joined me for a weekend of fun in downtown SF. We stayed the Grand Room of a little B&B in the Castro. It was far from luxurious, but met our needs: cheap and central.
Coldesthands and I before a night on the town. After a disco nap, we went out for some delicious drinks and dinner at Home, followed by more drinks at the Pilsner Inn. We then headed out for a bit of dancing (although we didn’t end up doing) at The Café. We had fun being openly catty (well, in French), and enjoying more beverages while ogling one of the hottest butch/femme couple I’ve ever seen.
The following day we took a picnic up to Golden Gate Park. It was sunny, and 21 degrees Celsius – not quite as cold as Montreal or Pittsburgh at this time of year... Needless to say, we soaked up the sun, and enjoyed the living (and very green) leaves on the trees.
On our walk back from the park, we passed through Haight-Ashbury. We were surprised to find Elmo tickled pink -- in the booze-induced way. I think the pressure of Elmo’s Christmas comeback is taking a toll on the poor fella. Photo credit: Coldesthands
After Coldesthands headed back to near-middle-America, I spent the day touring around North Beach. This is Coit Tower. I climbed the phallic structure right after taking this picture. The view from on top was amazing, but unfortunately none of my pictures do it justice, hence their exclusion.
This is one of the murals at the base of Coit Tower. The murals were painted in the 1930’s by José Moya del Piño. All of the murals depict locals at work at the time – this was my favourite one (I know, I’m predicable: throw in a manhole and and manual labour and watch Andrew take pictures!).
More men at work! Well, at least a statue of men in uniform. This statue commemorates the San Francisco Volunteer Firemen. I mean really, how could I not take a picture of a statue of firemen?
These statues freaked me out a bit. They are at the top of a 40 story building in the business district. They just look like grim reapers to me, and scream: “We are death, and we’re coming to get you.”
This is the main drag in North Beach, near the Lusty Lady and Larry Flint’s bar. I like the fact that you can see the rolling hills of the city, and that some old signs still remain.
Okay, that's it for now. I'll try to post more regularly now that I'm back on the right coast.
After a long week of work in the suburbs, Coldersthands joined me for a weekend of fun in downtown SF. We stayed the Grand Room of a little B&B in the Castro. It was far from luxurious, but met our needs: cheap and central.
Coldesthands and I before a night on the town. After a disco nap, we went out for some delicious drinks and dinner at Home, followed by more drinks at the Pilsner Inn. We then headed out for a bit of dancing (although we didn’t end up doing) at The Café. We had fun being openly catty (well, in French), and enjoying more beverages while ogling one of the hottest butch/femme couple I’ve ever seen.
The following day we took a picnic up to Golden Gate Park. It was sunny, and 21 degrees Celsius – not quite as cold as Montreal or Pittsburgh at this time of year... Needless to say, we soaked up the sun, and enjoyed the living (and very green) leaves on the trees.
On our walk back from the park, we passed through Haight-Ashbury. We were surprised to find Elmo tickled pink -- in the booze-induced way. I think the pressure of Elmo’s Christmas comeback is taking a toll on the poor fella. Photo credit: Coldesthands
After Coldesthands headed back to near-middle-America, I spent the day touring around North Beach. This is Coit Tower. I climbed the phallic structure right after taking this picture. The view from on top was amazing, but unfortunately none of my pictures do it justice, hence their exclusion.
This is one of the murals at the base of Coit Tower. The murals were painted in the 1930’s by José Moya del Piño. All of the murals depict locals at work at the time – this was my favourite one (I know, I’m predicable: throw in a manhole and and manual labour and watch Andrew take pictures!).
More men at work! Well, at least a statue of men in uniform. This statue commemorates the San Francisco Volunteer Firemen. I mean really, how could I not take a picture of a statue of firemen?
These statues freaked me out a bit. They are at the top of a 40 story building in the business district. They just look like grim reapers to me, and scream: “We are death, and we’re coming to get you.”
This is the main drag in North Beach, near the Lusty Lady and Larry Flint’s bar. I like the fact that you can see the rolling hills of the city, and that some old signs still remain.Okay, that's it for now. I'll try to post more regularly now that I'm back on the right coast.
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