okay, here we go with the biggest news right off the bat: noisy asshole neighbours are being evicted. yes, dean and i are responsible for it going down, and thank fucking god for that.
on friday night, the idiots decided to once more thumb their noses at the posted signs/the landlord/us/the household in general, and blast shitty techno music at 3 in the morning while they had guests over. at 3 in the morning. because that's obviously how they roll, they're so cool like that. anyway, this wasn't the best night to push the boundaries -- because, as dean's been working hard on a movie all week (and this was his one night to get some decent rest), he snapped.
i'm kind of bummed i already had my earplugs in, because i ended up missing him thunder up the stairs - shirtless and wild-eyed - and scream at the tenants and their terrified guests. which would definitely be worth the price of admission, so to speak. (let it be known that my boyfriend is a very calm, very even-tempered guy, but if he gets pushed too far - and it takes a lot to do so - watch the hell out)
anyway, he was so angry he couldn't get back to sleep for another hour or so - though, unsurprisingly, the music and noise completely disappeared after his explosion - and then the next morning, i had the good fortune to run into our landlord outside. i calmly explained to him that their disturbances were still occurring, even with all the warnings and threats of eviction they'd already received, and that if nothing was done about this situation, dean and i would be breaking our lease and moving out by the end of january. it really was not worth the $1000 in rent we were paying each month, i told him, and their blatant disregard of the house rules, the lease regulations, and the fucking city noise by-laws was completely unacceptable on every level. landlord agreed with me, apologized, asked if i could e-mail him the log of disturbances i'd been keeping since october (i did -- after organizing it into a very professional-looking report), and said he'd go ahead with the eviction process. last night, he e-mailed me to confirm.
dean and i plan on standing at the window on the day the assholes move out, and wave joyfully.
yeah, so you don't fuck with us. end of story. they were warned and warned and warned, and they just decided to ignore everything and everybody because they had to have people over at 2 a.m. all the time and they had to have music playing in the wee hours of the morning. it's on your head, buckos.
better things? better things.
christmastravaganza at the one of a kind show yesterday
covert snap of an awesome sculpture that would have been mine if i had 5 g's to drop
cooking with coolio! i officially declare "pimp' yo kitchen" to be the best statement for getting dudes interested in cooking, like, ever. it might do more for culinary-school enrolment than anthony boudain and guy fieri combined. (does anybody care about guy fieri? my dad just finds him amusing because he can't understand how anybody ever eats at the diners he puts on his show)
die mannequin are awesome, even if this article reads pretty cheesily. it's great to see them getting more attention though -- makes me a little more optimistic about the future of females in balls-out rock n' roll. (i never had any faith in courtney love)
top ten greatest singers who can't sing. uh, subjective much? then again, everybody knows (ha ha) of my love for leonard cohen - i'm buying his new biography for my equally cohen-loving mom for christmas - and i know dude would be the first to admit he doesn't conventionally "sing" either. but he still has more talent in his pinky finger than half the morons on the hit charts today.
fuck, i'm starting to sound like my father. back in my day...
also coming father-approved is the globe and mail's best reviewed books of the year. yeah, you know i'd link to this. (right now, though, i'm rereading alice sebold's the lovely bones for like the sixth time - what a great, great book - in preparation for the movie that's about to come out. ain't it cool news just did a solid review, so i'm more looking forward to it than i was before)
speaking of book-to-movie adaptations, i posted this on facebook yesterday but it deserves a spot here too: why breaking dawn must be made into a movie. it's the last book in the twilight saga, and it's apparently an absolute fucking brain explosion of awfulness and incoherency. for real fun, check out some of the amazon reader reviews -- written by diehard fans, no less!
also, new/current body product loves (aka blatant materialism plugging 101), if any of you care: lush stuff, burt's bees bath salts (boy loves 'em, helps his sore muscles), kings & queens shower gel (i go with honey, boy goes with myrrh, thanks allegra for the tipoff to its awesomeness), buying favourite old now-discontinued lip glosses on ebay. four and counting. and yes, they come sealed and in decent condition. (otherwise: ewwww.)
see, this is what happens when i suddenly have enough income to start using higher-end beauty products. don't anybody let me go near sephora, i might never return. (but if somebody wants to take me on a shopping spree there, then hey, by all means)
gthla stylin'
hot hockey timez on a saturday night (nightmares v. parkdale porcupines)
tonight, i make soup.
[ music | none - early morning silence]