OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE?

I may very well be the owner of a Black and Silver Talking Dalek in 35 minutes. We won't discuss cost. We also won't discuss the fact that I already own a Grey and Black Talking Dalek.

I think I might seriously have a problem.

Monkeys and Daleks.

Though, what if some unholy union could be forged between the two? A Machiavellian mockery of matrimony in the most magnificent, malevolent and malicious manner?

I'm tired and apparently think that excessive alliteration is amusing.

Self-portraits fresh from the shower, as discussed with a friend:





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Extermination You Can Wear

Last Tuesday, Hannah, Ian, Santiago and I rocked out with a silkscreen. Who has a new shirt that totally rules in a global domination kind of way? Oh yeah.

Canuck Invite

In case anyone was interested, here's that other invite. Sadly, I'm not attending this one.



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Shag Invite

I did some funny design late last night for a friend's housewarming. It's the second invitation I've created in the past little bit, and both have been a great opportunity to play with aesthetics. She had asked that it be "sleek and modern", so I did a little bit of illustration, based on (in this case, completely copying) the distinctive style of Shag. Anyway, I thought it would be really hilarious if I poked a little bit of fun at the sleek and modern desires of my host. As such, you have a slick, stylish and sexy illustration of slick, stylish and sexy people ON FIRE. It is a housewarming, after all.

And yes, that's my Design Monkey on the side of the building, fighting off a bi-plane. And yes, that's also him on fire on top of the couch.



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Last week was absolutely insane, involving little to no sleep and excessive amounts of work.

A summary:

Worked at Club Monaco on Monday and Tuesday for 3 hours each time. Worked Thursday and Friday for 8 and 9 hours respectively. Then polished off the weekend working 6 hours on both Saturday and Sunday.

Not enough? How about that full-time day job? Oh, believe me, it suffered on Thursday and Friday, and that wasn't good. Granted, when your manager who does the scheduling at CM is a high-school graduate with no future and no ambition, you're bound to get worked (ha, ha - like that one big baby shmeesus?) once in a while.

Oh but wait, there's even more. How about a little bit of Harold Pinter? Anyone?






Anyone?

That's right. With plenty of dramatic pauses, this monkey spent far a good number of nights last week (after full shifts at CM no less) rehearsing a scene from Pinter's The Dumb Waiter. The scene went up on Saturday morning, and went very well (apparently), despite the fact that a certain sound effect didn't cue on time and I ended up improvising a good 30 extra seconds of dialogue. By the way Ka, I've gleaned a deeper appreciation and understanding of Drama now.

Busy enough yet? Throw in a Jam Party (of the musical variety) and late night winter hot-tubbing on Saturday night with a home time of 4 am, and then a gingerbread house construction experiment on Sunday night. I use the word experiment because it's very possible that in the next couple of days, the house may deteriorate into cookies...

So it's Monday, and I'm a little sleepy, and my apartment is a complete disaster. How are you?

I found a way to get in touch with 28 minutes of Happiness.

Now what?

It is done.

And now?

Now we wait, and pray that they call.

Feeling more than just a little bit panicky about the resume and cover letter which are supposed to be in the inbox of a very important person of a very important company by 8 am Toronto time.

It doesn't help that I just want to go to sleep.

And I start work at Club Monaco tomorrow.