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Rant. I’m Gonna Swear. Part Four.

Christmas is coming, which means stores are going to get even crazier than on regular days. Here are two things I’m asking Santa for this year:

1. May all the brain-damaged people understand the etiquette of escalator or elevator rules… They’re so simple really, don’t be a statistic of my hate list.

It’s easy, and I think it’s the same all around the world. Escalators were not created so you can get fatter in between floors, really, they were created to help people get up or down floors in a faster way by just walking as you climb or descend. So, if you can’t play by rules, then step the fuck to the right and station yourself beautifully out of the way of the people who want to exercise their right to walking and passing the slowmoes on the left side of the moving stairs. It’s easy, it’s simple, it makes people like me not throw shade or hate.

As for elevators, also very simple, get in, press your floor button (clue, it will light up when you do) and, wait for it, MOVE FROM THE CLOSING DOORS… Yes, there are other people who are waiting to get in. I don’t care if you’re first to get out, that you’re only going one floor up or down, just let me get the fuck inside so I can push my button and step aside. On that same vein, DON’T FUCKING WAIT RIGHT AT THE SLIT OF THE DOORS when waiting to get in, chances are there will be people getting out when the doors open and kissing your ugly pimply face is not what they want when they get to their floors.

2. Knowledgeable Store Employees.

Big store employees or medium store employees or small store employees or ugly store employees or even Walmart employees. Know your shit. Or if you don’t, shut the fuck up, don’t answer any questions, use your fingers to point to a store map or another employee you think might know the answer. But I’m gonna fucking run back to the 5th floor and drop kick you in the mouth if you send me from the the 5th floor of The Hudson Bay Co. to the basement for something that it turns out your company has decided not to carry anymore. Drop kick you in the mouth. “Huh… toys? Huh… All the christmas stuff is on the lower level… Toys are for christmas, so it has to be there”. No fucker, your shitty store doesn’t sell toys anymore like they used to.. I’m looking for Lego’s, the most recognizable toy in the entire world. The sell them in all the countries. Amusement parks around the world were built with Lego’s as their theme… And you have no clue if your company, one that’s large and nation-wide in Canada, sells them or not… “Huh… toys? Huh… All the christmas stuff is on the lower level… Toys are for christmas, so it has to be there”. I just want to put my heaviest boots on and go back… I’m ready for you fucker…

Rant. I’m Gonna Swear. Part Three.

If you want to REALLY piss me off with a passion, here’s what can be done:

If I’m walking and get to a corner where the light is red, don’t come from behind me and station yourself RIGHT in front of me waiting for the green light to come and then not move when it finally turns or worst, walk slowly so that I HAVE TO walk around your fat slow lazy ass to continue the walk at the speed I was going to before you came into my life.

Oh, you want to make it worst? Sure. Here’s how:

Do all this and then add 4 or 5 shopping bags that you hold on your forearms by bending your elbows, that way you’ll block me even more and there’s a huge chance you’ll hit me with your shit as you wiggle your important self right in front of me.. Huge chance.

No I won’t be smiling as I pass you, but I may want to force a fart out… If only I could commend that function in my body.

Rant. I’m Gonna Swear. Part Two

Here’s another thing that bugs me. Lulu Lemon. The store, the clothes, the image…

Seriously, these clothes may be comfortable but they should only be sold in size small, which is for the only people who can wear tight, body-hugging clothes. As a fatty, it might make you feel sexy to wear something that’s frottageing your entire body, but as a spectator of your fashion faux-pas, I fucking hate it… The human body in all its shapes and forms can be beautiful, and as humans with working brains, we have the power to prove it by accessorizing it to its full potential. Tight clothes on overweight people is not the answer. The same way oversized pants hanging below your underwear line on guys isn’t attractive or special either.

We have one body, we have thousands of fashion outlets to choose from to go out in public. Chose wisely or stay the hell indoors if you can’t.

Rant. I’m Gonna Swear. Part One.

I’ve kept away from blogging lately. There are many reasons, some more valid than others. It’s not because I don’t have anything to say really.
One of the main reasons is I’m finding that my interest in Instagram (IG) is filling my need for online connections these days… I haven’t deleted my accounts on Flickr or Twitter, in fact I’m using these two applications to further my love of IG by forwarding my posts there.

My blog is still important to me, I’m not closing it and I’m sure soon enough I’ll be back more often… but in the last few months I have felt that my photographs were enough to express how I felt… BUT… and that is a big but in capital letters, it’s hard to take a picture to express things that get on your nerves or hate, and since I started this blog to just release the pressure and share the things I really dislike in people, follow me for a week of rants and swear… I’ve missed swearing in public, I swear I have.

I’ve been asked why I haven’t been posting lately by quite a few people and seriously, IG is the main reason but there are a couple of other things. One thing that bugs the shit out of me is when people make fun of things I am passionate about or, I don’t know, let’s say I just spent 2.5 hours on PhotoShop manipulating 20 pictures I took of artists’ renditions of my childhood hero to make them all look like I was dead on right smack in front of the art piece and removed the reflections as best I could, I don’t want the first comment to be something like: “my favourite is the racist one” referring to the first book published by the author in the 40′s their knowledge of that particular world was not based on being on the internet 25 hours a day. As a kid, you don’t see racism, you see action and adventure and when you re-read those same comic books as adult you take into account that they were written more than 50 years ago when the world was a different place then.

In the same vain, this goes for Disney as well, we know Song Of The South was filmed in 1946, we know it’s based on the writing of a man that was himself born in 1846, so we’re all adult enough and can be sensitive the racial issues of the material the movie is based on… Release the fucking movie on DVD already, the mix of animation and real-live action is splendid.

It’s The Law!

Municipal Code Chapter 604 Packaging Bylaw was approved by concil at the City of Toronto in March 2009 to reduce the volume of plastic bags and encourage the use of reusable bags/bins. This means that retailers in the City of Toronto are required to charge a minimum of 5 cents per plastic bag requested by the customer at checkout. This bylaw took effect in June 2009.

Now, skip to November 24, 2011, two and a half years later. It’s embedded in us Torontonians, we know we will be charged $0.05 for a plastic bag if we don’t bring our own. We know!

So today I went to The Worlds Biggest Bookstore, I had a $5 coupon that expired at the end of this month and I was in need of a new read. When I got there, they were advertising a daily special of buy three books get the fourth free… Bonus I thought. I’m not a book snob by any means but I do prefer to read a hardcover, there’s just something about them I ike. The cover doesn’t bent, it doesn’t look like shit when you’re finished and it looks so much better on shelves. Blah blah blah… I know I know… So I chose four books and made my way to the cashout line. When it was my turn, I put my four books on the counter, took out my $5 coupon and the leaflet they had given me at the entrance with today’s special. First question was: “Do you need a bag?” I said yes. She gave me the total amount, I gave her my debit card, she did her thing, I did mine, she gave me the receipt and put the four books in a plastic bag… Now… that’s four hardcover books… not one, not two… four. So I picked up the bag and right away I knew it wouldn’t last one block:

Me: I don’t think this going to work, that bag isn’t strong enough, I’ll need to double this one up.
Her: Sure, but I’ll need to charge you $0.05

I held the bag up while she opened a second bag for me to put it in. I then reached in my pockets for a nickel.

Me: Are you guys so hard up for money that you can’t give a second bag?
Her: It’s the law!!!
Me: I don’t think anyone will come and do an inventory of your bags to make sure you charged me a nickel for a second bag when you can’t give one in the first place that’s strong enough to hold the $77 in books I just bought.

I hand her a dime, which was the smallest coin I had in my pockets.

Me: There, keep the change for the next customer who complains about your lack of smarts.
Her (to her coworker): Huh… I hate this job sometimes.
Him: He’s right though…

And tomorrow, at my local Starbucks, I’ll be enjoying the first pages of The Hunger Games, which I really want to read before the movie comes out.

Toronto Draws Tintin

People who know me well, know that I love Tintin.. Actually I don’t love Tintin, I LOVE Tintin… When I was in grade school, that’s all I wanted to read, I’d take the books home from school and spend evenings in bed fantasizing that I was him fighting the bad guys… Tintin and a few of other comic books were very popular for us French boys in the 60′s and 70′s.

After I moved to English Canada in the early ’90s, I realized I was missing some of my French cultures and an easy fix to that was finding solace in the few Tintin books or movies I had at the time. Slowly but surely, birthdays/xmas, were good time for me to get the missing books and complete the collection… which I hold dearly.

I’m very excited about Spielberg’s Tintin movie coming out at Christmas time. From what I’ve seen so far it looks amazing…

In the meantime, I try to get my hands on anything Tintin, and when DR told me about this fun exhibit at the Steam Whistle Brewer Round House, we decided that today would be a great to visit. I’ll let the pictures talk for themselves and please go visit. It’s free and it’s awesome…

Here are some examples of what you can expect in no particular order of love, except, well, Jaws / sharks always win first place. The light natural light in the space isn’t good for photography, so my apologies to the artists if your work didn’t come out as gorgeous here as it is in real life:


Artist: Brice Hall (My two loves in one picture)


Artist: Noel Tuazon (he brought Tintin to visit our city… awesome)


Artist: Nik Dudukovic (Best Capt. ever)


Artist: John Martz, who also had another amazing print with Star Wars flair


Artist: Jean-Marc Ahsen, (great take on a famous Tintin iconic drawing)


This freakin’ awesome artist: M. Daley… I fell in love with that piece… Need. Want.


Artist: Ben Rivers


Artist: Marta Chudolinska (I laughed out loud when I saw this one)


Artist: Ray Fawkes (full of awesomeness)


Artist: Maurice Vellekoop, who I was lucky enough to meet at a comics convention and buy a great print from.


Artist: M. Cherkas


Artist: Marek


Artist: Ryan Dogson (another one full of awesomeness)


Artist: I’m so apologetic, I didn’t write this artist’s name down but love this print too much to not post it anyway… WSM? Hom2ge??


Artist: Miguel Sternber (my fave 8bit drawing ever in the world)


Artist: Torry Woollcott (wheeee indeed)


Artist: Kara Sievewright (love the native american folklore inspiration)


Artist: Kean Soo (this is so all that and a bag of chip amazing)


Artist: Britt Wilson (surely inspired by the Blue Lotus book)


Artist: Hugh Langis

Go see this free exhibit. Go give these artists some love.

Tears At The Museum

Who knew a man that I had never met but always admired would bring me to tears… and not just little tears at that, we’re talking sitting down on a bench, sobbing, fully emotional AND thankful at the same time for the chance to have participated in something amazing, exciting and powerful. That’s what happened when DR and I met up with up with two flickr friends, Bearexposed and his husband Robert at The Walt Disney Family Museum, in the heart of The Presidio, in San Francisco.


The Walt Disney Family Museum at The Presidio

I had high expectations about this particular museum as I didn’t know much about it because pictures inside aren’t allowed. I had seen a video promo of it and was already impressed, so when we finally walked through the doors I became somewhat totally emotional. This was going to be all about a hero of mine, not just the things he had created, but about the man himself, his home, his family, things not necessarily available easily to the general public. This museum was going to be like a very good biography book, but in real life instead.

I wasn’t wrong at all. We first started touring the very interactive museum in a room that recalled his birth and youth. We get to know Walt Disney the child, his parents, the farm they owned. We see Walt in school, Walt as a paper boy, Walt the comedian as he and is best friend formed an act as a duo. There is even a replica of the Ford model car, turned ambulance, that Mr. Disney drove during WW1 in France after he falsified his age to join the army. Some of his early drawings are also shown. After taking an elevator to the 2nd floor, we started visiting Walt the man. We learned about his company Laugh-O-Gram Studio and how the Alice in Wonderland series started, where he mixed crude animation and live-action together, the precursor to the amazing Mary Poppins. Of course moving to Hollywood was in his very near future.


pictures from hyperion.com, photonparadise.blogspot.com, jimhillmedia.com

Soon after in the next room we witnessed the birth of Mickey Mouse after losing the rights to Oswald the Rabbit. We learned how sound was introduced to Steamboat Willie, how the Silly Symphonies came about, 75 titles from 1929 to 1939 including The Skeleton Dance, The Old Mill and the first one done in technicolor: Flowers and Trees. That’s also when the game changer arrived: Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs. Forever after this, Mr. Disney’s life changed for good. He was able to afford a brand new studio and dream up lots of other tales in full length animation.


All pictures from wikipedia.com

This is unfortunately pretty much when WWII happened and after Americans were involved in the war Walt’s Studios were overtaken by the US Army. His services were require to make training and instructional movies for the military. Victory Through Air Power is still an amazing film now. Of course, some other shorts like the anti Hitler: Der Fuehrer’s Face were big hits too as morale boosters. As were the films he did while visiting South America as a somewhat of Ambassador to the United States.


Poster image from http://allenpinney.blogspot.com

With frozen British funds earned by Disney Studios during WW2, Mr. Disney decided to start filming in England as to not lose any of it. His love for full length action films was born with Treasure Island, The Story of Robin Hood, ect. Disney films would never be the same. Animation would continue to be a great part of the company like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, but gorgeous full length films like 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea and The Swiss Family Robinson were also to happen. These are all films that I remember very well as a young boy. I remember going to Saturday matinees with my dad to see some of these gems. I remember seeing them in my school gym too. My love of Disney was instilled in me at a very young age.


Pictures from landallears.com, moviepostermen.com & factoidz.com

The museum takes us through all of Mr. Disney’s passion. The miniatures he loved to create. His love of nature through all the great True Life Adventures series. That part of the museum is one of my favourite. The way they display the monitors in a very small corridor is both ingenious and innovative for that type of space. At the end of the hallway where you can view all the monitors together is a green bench. THE green bench… It was on a green bench just like this that Mr. Disney would sit, eating peanuts, while his daughters rode the Merry-Go-Round of Griffith Park in L.A., and envisioned Disneyland. An amusement park where a father could ride the same ride with his daughters and not have to sit and wait. An amusement park for the whole family.


Pictures by disneyatdisleelandiablog.blogspot.com, jimhillmedia.com & sharkboy.ca

I stood by the green bench for awhile. From there you have a view of all the monitors playing the True Life Adventures movies and you can also peak into the next room which is obviously the Disneyland years. I stood there and became emotional. I was angry at the people who just rushed by, not taking the time, not realizing the meaning of the bench, not turning around to see the genial display of monitors. For about 10 minutes I stood there taking it all in. And with a deep breath, walked into the next room. Room #9.

Before I go on, I should explain that in every room there is a space dedicated to Walt’s family. Some personal effect, mostly pictures or films that showed the more personal life of Mr. Disney. At home with his family, on vacation, on ski trips, on beach days, etc. In room #9, we get the biggest jackpot of all. This room starts with the Carolwood Pacific Railroad, which was Walt’s personal live steam train with a long train track built in his backyard garden. A track that included bridges and tunnels. The train on track is displayed and looks amazing. You can just imagine Walt and his daughters or the many guests riding it. There is a picture of Salvador Dali riding the train. Just amazing.


Mr. Disney on Carolwood Pacific Railway. Picture from www.imagineeringdisney.com

This room’s path is like a huge ramp going down from the second to the first floor in a big reverse “S” type shape. After the train display you get an amazeball overview of the giant maquette of Disneyland. From above, it is gorgeous and I spent a long time admiring it, looking at all the lands, all the details, being able to see what’s no longer there, etc. And then when you finish going down the ramp you can explore this display from very near. It really is a thing of beauty. I wish I’d been able to take pictures. I’d have covered the whole thing with hundreds of photos.


Picture of the maquette from postcards sold at the museum store

After being mesmerized by all the details of this model, the rest of the room is filled, FILLED, with famous Disney items from the 50s. The Mouseketeers, Davy Crocket, The Wonderful World of Disney tv show, toys, etc. Lots of video screen to preview some of those old movies or tv shows from the days.


Pictures from zap2it.com, bittenandbound.com, tvparty.com


Of course this reminded me of the treasure DR once found for us at a garage sale in Toronto. $10 well spent in my mind.

After this, we leave the 50′s for the 60′s. We find out about his involvement in the 1960 Winter Olympics. And then, one of the most memorable Disney moment: Mary Poppins. Another fantastic interactive display is there with Dick Van Dyke retelling his time working on the famous movie and how they were able to incorporate live-action and animation together.


Pictures from progresscityusa.com & landofcerpsandhoney.com

Now, I’m not a mathematician but I can still count. This movie was released in 1964 and Mr. Disney died in 1966. I’m suddenly getting super emotional. I turn to the right and can see the end of this room… As I get closer, the information concentrate on Mr. Disney’s last years alive. His work with the New York City World Fair that gave us some of the best rides we can still enjoy at Disney World and Disneyland including the birth of the audio-animatronics as we’ve come to know and see them in many attractions. We learn how he was working on a ski resort in the Sierra Nevada area. We find out about his last family vacation on a houseboat around Vancouver, British-Columbia.


Pictures from mobmit.com, themeparkinsider.com & cocopost.typepad.com

Then, while he was scheduled to have surgery to help with his back problem caused by years of playing polo, x-rays showed a tumor on the lungs. After a lung removal, his doctor had expected him to live for 6 months to 2 years. The last thing we see on a wall is a framed note from his daughter Diane explaining his last days at the hospital after he had collapsed at home. Hope was meek but one morning they came to visit and Mr. Disney was awake and aware. He was talkative and seemed on the road to recovery. All hopes were rising with the family. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. This energy quickly faded and Mr. Disney died of respiratory complications. At that point, I couldn’t help but think of my own father and my eyes were totally watering. When I turned around, there was this amazing portrait of Walt, holding his hat in the air, waving goodbye in a sort of manner that also says: ‘thank you for coming’… I. Simply. Lost. My. Shit.

The next 2 rooms are of articles announcing Walt’s death and all the front page covers of worldwide magazines and newspapers. As well as all the amazing art work created to show how sad the world was. I thank god I managed to be alone in there and was able to sit down and appreciate it all while bawling my eyes out like a baby. I cried because I love everything he has created. I cried because he is a hero for me, he really made my childhood magical. I cried because of everything we are missing that he’d have created had he not died so quickly. I cried because I could see just how much the entire world loved him… I cried for a good 10 minutes and then fely wonderful for all the joy in me. Being lucky to have had a chance to walk through these amazing rooms, lived through his story within these walls. And how much I was ready to pay and do it again.

Obviously, we exit through the gift shop. Nothing erases tears faster than amazing merchandise. So much of it and surprisingly not overpriced. DR bought an amazing bag made of recycled plastic posters they use to advertise the museum on the street lamp posts. I bought a great t-shirt that I will never part from, some great postcards and pictures and the most amazing chocolates. We bought pins for our collections and some magnets too.


The type of banners from which DR’s bag was made. My most amazing t-shirt. Stop being so jealous.

As a school kid, I went to a few small museums, I’m sure it was interesting at the time but not enough to stick deeply in my memory as something so great I’d never forget it. I wasn’t really impressed by art, paintings nor sculptures. Museum visits became more regular as I reached adulthood. I was interested in some art but mostly in history. I saw some spectacular exhibits all over North America, but never, NEVER, did I leave a museum crying. I was impressed, yes. I was touched, yes. I was “meh-whatever“, yes. But I never cried.

This past August this all changed forever.


The 4 Mouseketeers very happy with their adventure.

Thanksgiving Weekend Photo Challenge

This time, we set out early on Saturday morning with our cameras fully charged and walked to Balfour Park, then from St-Clair Ave East to Spadina Ave, South to Casa Loma. Here are the pictures:


Right at the entrance to Balfour Park from Mount Pleasant Blvd, I walked right past this gem, only to be alerted by DR. This web was huge, at least 3 feet across, between the branches of a tree and the high grass below. There was enough light coming through to make it glisten. A thing of beauty.


Burrs. They used to be fun weapons when we were young and would throw those at each other. Girls’ hair was a primary target. The least fun was when our dog or cat would come home with those all over their fur…


Taken with my iPhone as my DSLR couldn’t really capture the mist in the air. Processed through Instagram’s filter and love.


This squirrel stayed around to say hello was we walked along St-Clair Ave, nearing Avenue Road.


Close-up of one of the fairies from the Peter Pan statue on Avenue Road. Always loved that little parkette and this statue. It was just one block away from my first home in Toronto and I used to go there a lot to read. Good times.


At Sir William Churchill’s park, we took in the view from above the valley. This flock of birds was spooked by a jogger who couldn’t lift her fucking feet and shuffled all the gravel and dust around her, annoying all the peacefulness that could’ve have existed there. Luckily my camera was ready. Fuck off bitch for not knowing how to run but thanks for the great opportunity with my camera.


At the bottom of Sir Winston Churchill’s park, we took the wooden trails and this little chipmunks curiously came to check things out.


Casa Loma, seen through the iPhone looking directly at the sun. I love the effect it has on that particular camera.


A tower and a jet engine. DR and I have this joke going ever since we were at a corner waiting for the green light and the moron couple behind us were discussing the jet engine trail in the sky above us. He stupidly said that it was the International Space Station that was probably falling to earth and she even more stupidly asked if it meant it was going to rain. If I recalled properly, DR had so straddle me to the sidewalk so I wouldn’t punch kick those 2 idiots, but ever since we always laugh when we see trails in the sky.


Closer to home, as I was taking a picture on a wall, I saw that DR was having fun in the reflection of this mirror. Who was I to not take the picture.

Check out DR’s entries by clicking this link and let us know who won…

Air Shark

Thanks to my good friend Bearexposed in California for sending me this link…
I WANT. I NEED. I MUST HAVE…
Could this be the coolest toy ever?

When Sandtroopers Fight AIDS

This year in Toronto, we received the help of one helluva Sandtrooper. He came to visit and help raised funds for AIDS research through the Toronto AIDS Walk.

Our Trooper raised $2506.66 mostly through family and friends we know from different social media onlline. On behalf of this amazing Sandtrooper, I thank you all for your help.

I met the Sandtrooper earlier this morning before the walk and went with him, here are some pictures I took:


Leaving home, ready for the challenge.


Posing for the cameras.


Close up. He’s so freakin’ cute.


Trying to find out news from the alien mega conservative planet that publish the Toronto Sun…


Arriving at destination.


Posing with fighters.


Even dogs like our Empire visitor.


Posing with more fighters.


And with the little ones too.


Let the marching begin.


Sandtrooper scanning his crowd.


Find the Sandtrooper…


Sandtrooper found a friend. Yeh!


And “smack!”. Great job Santrooper.


And the walk is done for another year…

At the latest count, the Toronto AIDS Walk has raised $432,000 dollars this year and is still counting. Great job everyone.

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