I’ve uploaded the photos from the For the Love of Breasts gala held Saturday night. There’s no story attached just yet, but you might be able to ratiocinate it in the meantime. The story and video will appear later.
Yes, I swear the picture shown above is a candid shot.
…but let me assure you, it’s been for good reasons, and some of them are even bloggable!
Halley Suitt says that most of us bloggers are actually at home Saturday night. Not this blogger, who took his brand-new accordion out for a spin at the For the Love of Breasts gala that evening…
Have I mentioned how much I love this instrument?
Details forthcoming.
Gizmodo, the gadget weblog, points to Sidetalkin’, a web site devoted to how silly the Nokia N-Gage cellphone makes you look.
For some reason, the designers of the N-Gage decided to place the earpiece and mouthpiece in such a way that you have to talk into it via the skinny side, which has been dubbed “Sidetalking”. Here’s what it looks like:
Okay, the facial expression makes it worse. But you get my drift.
Sidetalkin’ has put out a call for pictures of people “sidetalking”. An N-Gage phone isn’t necessary; the person in the photo can be sidetalking into anything, even a tape dispenser. The guy running the site says “I WOULD LIKE MORE PICTURES OF GIRLS”.
Here are my two submissions, and you’ve probably already guessed what I’d be sidetalking into…
Here’s a taste of my report from Friday night’s White Cowbell Oklahoma concert at Lee’s Palace, as well as Neil’s Hottubmobile…
Here’s Sam (a different Sam from the one I normally mention) and I enjoying a soak. Keep in mind that this hot tub is mounted on a back of a truck, and this truck is parked on Bloor Street (the major east-west street; it divides Accordion City into north and south).
Here I am onstage with the band:
I’m not exactly sure what was going through my mind in this shot. Behind me is something that can only be described as “Japanese Schoolgirls Gone Wild!”
I’m sitting at home this afternoon, installing Mac OS X “Panther” and getting some programming done. All the while, potential buyers occasionally mill about the house, oohing and aahing at the hardwood floors and the exposed brick, and asking what on earth possesses a youngish-looking male bachelor (one of them refused to believe that I remember 8-track tapes from my childhood) to own cream-coloured couches.
I’ve got iTunes set on “shuffle play”, randomly picking tunes from my collection. As a supremely WASPish couple peek in my room — I can almost smell the lawyerliness wafting off the gentleman’s worsted wool blazer and Signum shirt — iTunes deicdes that the next song shall be The Forgotten Rebels’ Fuck Me Dead. The presence of mind that comes from years of dealing with odd situations and even odder people allows me to hit the “mute” button on my keyboard in time to prevent a faux pas.
I’ve just switched iTunes from “shuffle” and chosen the Amelie soundtrack.
If any of you attended the White Cowbell Oklahoma show at Lee’s Palace last night (Friday, October 23rd) and took photos of me — whether during that bit before the show where we had an accordion mini-concert in the pit, or during the number when I hopped onstage and joined the band for duelling accordions — please leave me a message either via email or in the comments. I’d love to get copies!
I would like to express my undying gratutude to whatever forces were guiding me last night. I had an amazingly good evening at the White Cowbell Oklahoma show at Lee’s Palace, which involved:
Life is good.
Details (and photos) later.
