Happy Birthday Fucker! 

Today is Adam Avitable’s Birthday. I made this colour drawing way back when he visited me in Ottawa.

And for the record, it wasn’t that cold.

Happy Birthday Fucker!

Photo a day challenge – January 2012

  1. You
  2. Breakfast
  3. Something you adore
  4. Letterbox
  5. Something you wore
  6. Makes you smile
  7. Favourite
  8. Your sky
  9. Daily routine
  10. Childhood
  11. Where you sleep
  12. Close-up
  13. In your bag
  14. Something you’re reading
  15. Happiness
  16. Morning
  17. Water
  18. Something you bought
  19. Sweet
  20. Someone you love
  21. Reflection
  22. Your shoes
  23. Something old
  24. Guilty pleasure
  25. Something you made
  26. Colour
  27. Lunch
  28. Light
  29. Inside your fridge
  30. Nature
  31. You, again


If you read Avitable (and if you don’t what’s wrong with you?) you know that last Friday Adam posted a bunch of things he wanted to sell in a Black Friday spirit, and you probably know that I expressed interest in the New Moon pillow, because 1.25$ to start my Avitable Clones Army is a steal.

New Moon pillow case – 1.25$

Express air shipping – 24.97$

Black Light – 34.95$

Discovering that Adam plays for both teams (Edward and Jacob) – Priceless.

I don’t have a microwave. Really.

Yesterday on Twitter, I was told by Avitable that he had a hard time believing I lived without a microwave. Poppy believed me.


Well to be fair I think his disbelief was much more about me telling the truth, but let’s not focus on that, m’kay? 🙂

So here it is, proof I don’t own a microwave:

I blogged about it on April 27, 2007. I never replaced the microwave since that day. Part of the reason is that we really don’t need a microwave, and part of the reason is that LovelyWife wants a model that goes above the stove, and most of those models requires a vent to the outside, which my kitchen does not possess at this point. Anybody owning a house knows of the domino effect when it comes to renos, and in our house we somehow go from a vent to the outside to redoing the bathrooms and the basement. Don’t ask, it’s complicated.

Look at these:


This is where the microwave should be.

Well, this is where the old microwave was. Like I said, the new one should be above the stove.


Once the Corn Flakes are removed, you can see the power outlet.

So there you go, proof that I don’t own a microwave.

So what about you? Is there anything you don’t have that other people think that you’re somewhat crazy because you don’t? I’m paraphrasing Avitable, of course. I don’t think he thinks I’m crazy. Well not for not having a microwave anyways. 🙂

Orlando day 3: Blues Travelers

Or: How I got hit in the head by John Popper’s harmonica and survived to blog about it.


Seriously, I got hit in the head by one of his harmonicas. He threw three in the crowd and the third one hit me. And no, I wasn’t quick enough to grab it – someone else beat me, nay scratched me to it.

[But first, cue harp flashback music]

The day started with some breakfast, followed by a visit to the gym and the pool. We then relaxed a bit, took showers and went to lunch at Seasons 52. I highly recommend it.

We then waited for SheilaCSR to get her butt to the hotel. We finally said hello as she was getting here and we were leaving for the Blues Travelers’ show at the House of Blues, where we walked around for a bit, had some food (too much food) and then stood around for 5 hours waiting in line, listening to Mike Dunn and the Kings of New England and then Blues Travelers. Oh, and did I mention I got hit in the head by an harmonica? Because I totally did.

We made our way back to the Hilton, where Avitable himself was waiting by the door to greet us (also, he was helping SheilaCSR staying up / walking). A few other bloggers were inside (Poppy, Dawg, Finn, Bellaventa, Kim205, Mr. Fab, Turnbaby and a few others I’m forgetting I’m sure.

Because I got hit in the head.

The end.


I wonder what I’ll do today…

This is my last post

About a plane ride to Orlando. 😉

We fly from Ottawa to Montreal from 6:00 to 6:40. This is in lieu of a 2 hour drive, but it’s on one of those really really small Bombardier Dash-8 plane.


Clicking makes the image bigger, but sadly not the plane

Yes, those are freaking propellers. I don’t know if I’m more scared of not making it to Montréal, or simply to go deaf from the sound. I must remember to grab some earplugs for the ride. To paraphrase Alien: In a Dash-8. no one can hear you scream. I said: NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM.  Sigh. Just forget it.

We then fly from Montréal to Orlando from 8:15 t0 11:30.

With the luggage pick-up, the rental car pick-up I think we’ll make it to the Altamonte Hilton for 14:30.

And then, the real fun begins…

So, it’s now 19:40 yesterday night. I haven’t packed anything yet, and the hockey game is starting. Tough choice… You might see me naked in Orlando. 🙂