It's All Hallows' Eve!
BOO cancelled on the East Coast.
Hurricane Sandy.
Kids can still have fun,
Inside or out, no matter.
Just give them enough candy.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Haiku of the Day
Blowing wind and rain.
Umbrellas don't stand a chance.
But hot chocolate does.
Umbrellas don't stand a chance.
But hot chocolate does.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Lyrics of the Day
You slept in your overalls after the wrecking ball bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck-all
So we got in your car with our kickabout hearts and we hollared out 'sweet clementine'
Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us with cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious
And we'll find us a home built of packaging foam that will be there 'til after we die
And, I'll play the clarinet, use clamshells for castinets
We play with our bags on our shoulders, my sweet lady lioness
And I watch as you sleep so indelibly deep
And I hum to you sweet clementine...
The Decemberists - Clementine
And left you with sweet fuck-all
So we got in your car with our kickabout hearts and we hollared out 'sweet clementine'
Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us with cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious
And we'll find us a home built of packaging foam that will be there 'til after we die
And, I'll play the clarinet, use clamshells for castinets
We play with our bags on our shoulders, my sweet lady lioness
And I watch as you sleep so indelibly deep
And I hum to you sweet clementine...
The Decemberists - Clementine
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Thought of the Day
For those people who are wondering why Canadians should care about the outcome of the upcoming election:
We live above the USA. Most of our imports, exports, trade, commerce, and all sorts of symbiotic relationships are formed with Americans. What happens to them happens to us. What affects them affects us.
Get out of your little inner circle. Your world isn't just where you live.
We live above the USA. Most of our imports, exports, trade, commerce, and all sorts of symbiotic relationships are formed with Americans. What happens to them happens to us. What affects them affects us.
Get out of your little inner circle. Your world isn't just where you live.
Friday, 26 October 2012
Poetry of the Day
Our late nights and dry eyes prove our youth.
And our stubbornness.
We all pay somehow, with blatant yawns and smudged eye makeup.
And our stubbornness.
We all pay somehow, with blatant yawns and smudged eye makeup.
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
October Glymm Box/Bag
This is my final Glymm
box/bag. Over the last few months I’ve been accumulating more and more samples
that I haven’t been super impressed with. In addition to that, I find that I
can’t use up my samples fast enough. I also subscribe to Topbox, and decided
that between the two, I’ll stick it out with Topbox. Mainly because Topbox has
a waitlist and I can’t just stop and restart with Topbox, whereas I can with
Glymm… (Granted if I restart with Glymm I’ll be paying $12 instead of my usual
$10).
I will say this month’s
bag was much better than last months’. There were more samples, bigger sizes,
and a better variety of makeup/skincare.
Yay for:
Johnson & Johnson Baby Oil 88ml
Though many people
complained about the ‘uselessness’ of this product, I actually love baby oil.
Well, oils in general. I can put them on my cuticles, the ends of my hair, use
it as makeup remover, smother it on my feet and elbows when they get dry… there
are endless uses for me, especially in the wintertime. Plus it comes in a good
sized bottle that I can reuse for travel. And it’s cute.
Miss Jessie’s Baby Buttercreme 59ml
This smells just like
buttercreme. Sweet, sugary, and maybe a little over-the-top for some people. Yes,
this is super thick. Yes, it is more like a paste than a crème. But it kind of
melts between your palms when you warm it up, and if you only use it on the
ends of your hair, I can’t see it making your tresses too greasy. I’m looking
forward to using this again and again. Again, it also comes in a cute little
pot.
Femme Couture Lightning Lash Mascara 11.3g (Full Size!)
This mascara wand freaks
me out a little bit. Not a huge bit because I’ve seen some weird looking
mascara wands, but it doesn’t LOOK like it’d do anything. Does that make sense?
But anyway I am willing to try any type of new product, and I am aching to find
a mascara that doesn’t smudge on me, so I’m glad I get to try this. Plus, it’s
full-sized! It’s been months since we got any full-sized products!
Meh for:
Cyberderm H2O Hydration 3ml X 2 tubes
On my card it claims that
I should have gotten one of these and one of the Cyberderm Sunwhips (a
sunscreen). However, I got two of these and am not complaining. This is the
more expensive product of the two, and I’ve got plenty of sunscreen leftover
from summertime! From previous samples, I don’t think I’m crazy about Cyberderm
products… they seem very gimmicky, chemical-y and overprocessed to me.
Something about the scent and the packaging, mostly.
Lash Card 2
Pieces
Uhm. These are a good
idea… but I make my own version of these with laminated cards. I reuse them,
can clean them, and shape them to my own eyeball. These seem super gimmicky to
me, and a total money-grab. I’ll use them, but definitely wouldn’t ever spend
money on these.
Overall Impression of October’s Box:
I am very happy with this
box. It’s a shame that it’ll be my last one, but I really don’t need to
subscribe to multiple beauty boxes. Especially since I have samples piling up
and I could be spending my money better elsewhere. I’m sick of reading about
the complainers and how unhappy everyone is with their services. If you don’t
like it, unsubscribe. I am happy that Glymm seems to be listening to feedback,
as they brought back the product card. Hopefully over time they’ll continue to
improve.
Monday, 22 October 2012
Lyrics of the Day
I hear you knocking on the door but you ain't never coming in. No, no, to this house no more
cause it ain't like, it ain't like it was before
you went sailin' on for that distant shore
True, we had love so true, oh and we had skies so blue
we had skies so blue.
so I, I had my hopes up high till all I heard was goodbye when I called for you
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win.
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
So you can take it on the chin, yeah you take it on your weak chin
then you do it all again and again.
tell me when will it end, and now you come back, oh yeah, you crawled on back
with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong, love just can't grow when you're gone so long.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win.
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
you've been a soldier, you've been a privateer
now you're looking much older yes you are my dear
now your back again from the lion's den
you've got a plagiarist's eye, you've got a poison pen
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
Love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
Life will give you what you take
love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
Life will give you what you take
Sam Roberts - Twist the Knife
cause it ain't like, it ain't like it was before
you went sailin' on for that distant shore
True, we had love so true, oh and we had skies so blue
we had skies so blue.
so I, I had my hopes up high till all I heard was goodbye when I called for you
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win.
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
So you can take it on the chin, yeah you take it on your weak chin
then you do it all again and again.
tell me when will it end, and now you come back, oh yeah, you crawled on back
with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong, love just can't grow when you're gone so long.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win.
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
you've been a soldier, you've been a privateer
now you're looking much older yes you are my dear
now your back again from the lion's den
you've got a plagiarist's eye, you've got a poison pen
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win, no I can't win
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in oh no.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
Love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
Life will give you what you take
love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
Life will give you what you take
Sam Roberts - Twist the Knife
Sunday, 21 October 2012
October Topbox
Another month, another box!
Yay for:
Stila Eye-Shadow Palette
Sampler 10
swatches
A lot of people are
complaining that this is a tiny worthless sample. I actually really like this
idea… it gives people an opportunity to try AN ENTIRE PALETTE before deciding
whether they like it. This to me is a better idea than say giving a bigger
sized sample of one or two colours… especially with how picky some people can
be about what colours they like. I will say all these colours are very
shimmery, so I’ll be choosy about when to try them out.
MaskerAide Detox Diva
Hydrating Facial Sheet Mask 1 Sheet
This looks like fun, I’m
going to enjoy trying this out. I prefer having the mask in liquid/cream/lotion
form so that I can choose where on my face I am going to apply the product, but
this suits me just fine!
Meh for:
Stila LipGlaze in Raspberry 1.5ml
I like Stila. There’s
nothing wrong with the brand. But I don’t like lipglosses. I often find they’re
very sticky, and this one is no exception. In fact, Stila’s Lipglazes are
notorious for being overly sticky. It looks okay, smells okay, but my hair is
all up in this lipglosses’ business. I would have much preferred getting the
Prime Pot, which I saw some subscribers got instead.
Nay for:
Endocare Concentrated Serum
2
Ampoules (7ml each)
I’m not sold on this yet. It’s
made out of snail secretions. I’m not saying there’s animal cruelty abounding
here, but I am curious to know how they would get the secretions off a snail. And
who tested this! On their face! Maybe I’ll try it…
Endocare Tensage Radiance
Contour Eye Cream 3ml (the little tube on the left)
This sounds a little bit
more ‘normal’ to me. I’m just running out of eye cream so I’m glad to be able
to move on to a different kind.
Overall Impression of October's Box:
I liked this month. I'm not a huge fan of skincare over makeup, but I do think it's good that they have a balance. It seems like a lot of people were disappointed this month, but I am quite pleased. It was the eye-shadow palette that redeemed the box for me this month. Not every month can be a complete hit, but I think I'll get good use out of most of these products!
Poetry of the Day
Headaches and blurry memories.
Cold pillows and water.
Hammering pain in my temple.
And I'm awake for far too long.
Cold pillows and water.
Hammering pain in my temple.
And I'm awake for far too long.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Poetry of the Day
crusty tissues litter my floor
dry and cracked cupid's bow
laziness means no punctuation
and sleeping all day
with intermittent coughing spells
dry and cracked cupid's bow
laziness means no punctuation
and sleeping all day
with intermittent coughing spells
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Quote of the Day
"Black holes are where God divided by zero."
-Steven Wright
-Steven Wright
Monday, 15 October 2012
Poetry of the Day
We've got water in our shoes,
ghosts licking up our feet,
every dark thing reaching up.
Hands collecting sharp things, being picky.
Another fist balled up with treasure.
And summer's never really over.
ghosts licking up our feet,
every dark thing reaching up.
Hands collecting sharp things, being picky.
Another fist balled up with treasure.
And summer's never really over.
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Poetry by... William Blake
Another one of my favourites:
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
-William Blake: A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
-William Blake: A Poison Tree
Saturday, 13 October 2012
Lyrics of the Day
My confusion corner commuters are cursing the cold away
As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
And I can't stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
And angry like you never were
And I ease us back into traffic
Dusk comes on and I wonder why I'm always remembering you
At civil twilight
For the most part I think about golfing and constantly calculate all the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, etcetera.
Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors; Oh, Ontario, oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh
This part of the day bewilders me
Streets slow down and ice over, dusk comes on and I struggle to stop, to stop, to stop thinking of you
At civil twilight
Hey, every other hour I pass that house, where you told me that you had to go
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack, that I stared at, instead of staring back at you
My chance to say something seemed so brief but it wasn't.
Now I know I had plenty of time between the sunset and certified darkness
Dusk comes on and I follow the exhaust from memory up to the end
At civil twilight
-The Weakerthans
As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
And I can't stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
And angry like you never were
And I ease us back into traffic
Dusk comes on and I wonder why I'm always remembering you
At civil twilight
For the most part I think about golfing and constantly calculate all the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, etcetera.
Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors; Oh, Ontario, oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh
This part of the day bewilders me
Streets slow down and ice over, dusk comes on and I struggle to stop, to stop, to stop thinking of you
At civil twilight
Hey, every other hour I pass that house, where you told me that you had to go
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack, that I stared at, instead of staring back at you
My chance to say something seemed so brief but it wasn't.
Now I know I had plenty of time between the sunset and certified darkness
Dusk comes on and I follow the exhaust from memory up to the end
At civil twilight
-The Weakerthans
Friday, 12 October 2012
Poetry of the Day
Forget this fight for chivalry.
Every blonde haired blue eyed knight upon a horse.
I won't sneer if you open that door for me, and won't think oh, how gentlemanly.
Progress for progress's sake isn't liberalism.
And every song a woman sings about a vacant heart isn't a cry for help,
but she'll still let you take you home.
Every blonde haired blue eyed knight upon a horse.
I won't sneer if you open that door for me, and won't think oh, how gentlemanly.
Progress for progress's sake isn't liberalism.
And every song a woman sings about a vacant heart isn't a cry for help,
but she'll still let you take you home.
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Poetry by... William Blake
One of my favourite Blake poems:
To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage / Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons / Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate / Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road / Calls to heaven for human blood...
...The winner's shout, the loser's curse, / Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn / Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night / Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight, / Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie / When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night, / When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light / To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display / To those who dwell in realms of day.
-William Blake: The Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage / Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons / Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate / Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road / Calls to heaven for human blood...
...The winner's shout, the loser's curse, / Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn / Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night / Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight, / Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie / When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night, / When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light / To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display / To those who dwell in realms of day.
-William Blake: The Auguries of Innocence
None of your business! She screams with her hands in her pockets. And wouldn't you like to know? And sometimes it takes more courage to shrug it off your shoulders than to ask.
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Poetry of the Day
We're seeing the forest through the trees, and counting the hours before the sunrise.
We're sailing from the safe harbor, no stone goes unturned.
And you're all born without a spine.
We're sailing from the safe harbor, no stone goes unturned.
And you're all born without a spine.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Friday, 5 October 2012
Haiku of the Day
We're lost, all of us.
Confusing airplanes for stars.
...and maybe's for yes.
Confusing airplanes for stars.
...and maybe's for yes.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Haiku of the Day
Fingerprints on glass.
Smudging noses against panes.
Seeking dark treasures.
It starts with an itch,
we decide to scratch or not.
We indulge ourselves.
Glasses behind telescopes.
Peeping Toms roam the night streets.
Do we feel safer?
"Least we're watched over"
Sacrifices for rewards.
"Better pervs than crooks"
We tell our small lies,
Assuring security.
Faking contentment.
Smudging noses against panes.
Seeking dark treasures.
It starts with an itch,
we decide to scratch or not.
We indulge ourselves.
Glasses behind telescopes.
Peeping Toms roam the night streets.
Do we feel safer?
"Least we're watched over"
Sacrifices for rewards.
"Better pervs than crooks"
We tell our small lies,
Assuring security.
Faking contentment.
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Haiku of the Day
You scratch till you bleed,
Scabs and nail marks everywhere.
You satisfied yet?
These small temptations
Leave you up at odd hours,
asking dark questions.
Has he looked at you?
Have you seen something you like?
Excuses abound.
Your mom checks her phone.
Looks outside at the night sky,
Did she miss something?
For those 5 minutes...
That small reward for hard work.
For those 5 minutes.
Scabs and nail marks everywhere.
You satisfied yet?
These small temptations
Leave you up at odd hours,
asking dark questions.
Has he looked at you?
Have you seen something you like?
Excuses abound.
Your mom checks her phone.
Looks outside at the night sky,
Did she miss something?
For those 5 minutes...
That small reward for hard work.
For those 5 minutes.
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Haiku of the Day
We move through bright screens.
We use words as hurtful things.
The web never sleeps.
We use words as hurtful things.
The web never sleeps.
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