So I was cruising the candy aisle in my local Dollar Tree (nasty dollar store, you know) and the selection was actually pretty decent- a lot of vintage type candy for a buck. Bags of Mary Janes, Rainbow Nerds, Smarties, Boston Baked Beans, etc. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear but... this box... the "Bullseye" "Cream Filled" "Goetze" candy... something is not right here... if you know what I mean, you know what I mean...
It was one of those days. I got slammed with work at 4:00 so I didn't leave until 6:30, the LRT left the station just as I got to the platform, the next train didn't come for 20 minutes, I just missed the bus downtown, and after waiting over half an hour for the next one I gave up and walked home. Fortunately it had stopped snowing. I figured it was a good opportunity to get a shot of this beautiful neon locksmith sign, which is the last of 3 really good pieces of neon in my neighborhood. (the other two have disappeared since I moved here 5 years ago).
Check it out dudes. You all know the "This is Why You're Fat" site, right? (damn, that Jalapeno Popper Casserole is lookin' pretty good right about now...) Have you seen the new "This is Why You're Fat" book? I just noticed it's out now... I want to go see the real deal. They used my "Reggie" biscuit sandwich shot that I posted on flickr in it!
I've made it!!! Yessss!!! I can now add another thing to my list of 'publications' on my artist resume!
I'm pretty revved up about the Winter Olympics coming to town in February. Like something right out of a Lionel Ritchie super-hit, it promises to be a fiesta forever. Or at least a couple of weeks. Not only will there be Free Speech Zones just like in the glory days of America's Bush regime, but there will also be checkpoints, anti-terrorism units, homeless round-ups, and surveillance cameras - uniting us all in the dazzling spectacle of ruthless competition and "owning the podium" - which is Canada's official slogan for the Games.
I'm contributing my own festive designs as a small way of catching the fever and spreading the infection. And finally, Vancouver's worries as a severely troubled city with a wide open drug port will be over, finally flapping in the sweet, rarified winds of "World Class." Whatever that means.