Dear Blog Readers,
I love you. You truly make me feel like what I have to say is important. Whether it be to entertain you, waste your time or educate you, I am here for a reason. I haven't been getting a lot of comments or new followers lately, but I know you're still there. I know you're interested in what I'm what I'm doing. I know that I will never leave and run away because of you. You make my life full of purpose. You make me continue to live a life that is worthy of sharing. Thank you. I love you more than you could ever comprehend. Please feel free to follow in public rather than behind the shadows. Please feel free to start your own blog so that I can learn from you. I could never say it enough times and you could never hear it enough times. I love you. I love you I love you I love you. Forever and ever.
Tuesday
Time For A Story!
It's 8:00 in the morning. I'm at work, getting started for the day. Grabbing my coffee, chattering about my weekend and my upcoming Super Family Fun Time. My family and I are extremely close. Not that kind of close, but almost. The Toussiant side at least. My Dear Auntie Denise had two perfect children. Richard, who resides here in Saskatoon with his wife and 5 month old son Cooper, and Rhonda, who resides in Chelmsford Ontario with her three children, 15 year old Telysa and 6 year old twins McKenzie and Denver. I haven't met the twins yet so I'm uber excited to see them. There's gonna be 18 people there altogether. 7 people under the age of 16, and 11 people over the age of 22. Its gonna be amazing. BBQ'd hot dogs, hamburgers, my mom's Vinegar Potato Salad and Coca-Cola. Water fights and dirt diggings. Spinny time and horribly candid family photos. Embarrassing stories we haven't yet heard, jokes that teach everyone else how racist you are, nicknames that will never be forgotten, hugs, kisses, tears, laughs, blood and bruises. The best time of my life. I'm lucky I made it to this state of maturity and wiseness so I could accurately grasp how fantastic this moment is going to be. Only 7 hours to go.
Its approximately 12 hours later. Having a nice relaxing time out on the front deck with several family members, about to wave Richard goodbye. The youngin's are inside watching Treehouse. All except Denver. He's getting ready to cross the street to his mom who's getting something from the car. At the exact same time, I hear a loud yell coming from my left, down the street just a bit. I hear a loud roar of what has to be more than one car engine speeding towards me. I hear myself and several other voices yell, "DENVER GET OFF THE ROAD!". I see Rhonda run across the street. I hear my mom whistle loudly. I hear a "STOP!" I see people running into the street. I see a blue Civic, a gold Sunfire, side by side speeding down a residential street towards my family and my neighbours. My mother and Richard are in the middle of the street! The Civic maintains his speed as the Sunfire backs off slightly. I hear a loud thud as I see my mother's hand hit the hood of the Civic as it speeds past her right, swerving still to Richard's right, just centimetres from the truck parked in front of the house. The Civic grazes Richard as it speeds along to the stop sign, the Sunfire following close behind. Richard's yelling the license plate of the Civic, different family members and neighbours are dialing 911. My brother Johnathan is walking to his car as my mom yells for him to stop. She knows as well as I that he will surely kill the idiots who put my family in danger. I hear someone say, "I wish I got the Sunfire's plates but I can't catch them now." I smile cockily and say, "I can." My sister gives me the look and she runs out back. I run into the street to meet her. I get in the car, no shoes on of course, and we start to drive away. My mom yells from the sidewalk, "YOU STAY 50 FEET AWAY FROM THEM!!! I DON'T NEED YOU COMING HOME WITH SCARS AND ABUSE CHARGES!" "Yes mom", my sister and I say simultaneously and we speed off (no more than 40 km/hr of course). We're driving for what seems like hours, all over town trying to spot a blue Civic or a gold Sunfire. Just as we're about to give up Betty yells, "THERE THEY ARE!" and we uturn, speed up and chase after them. On some dirt road just out of town...closer and closer and closer and just about the get the plates, they turn off into a field. Betty and I are now scrambling to figure out how the fuck we're gonna get a shitty ass Cavalier in there. No way we're mud bogging it when I've got no shoes and a skirt on. Not to mention my Lady Gaga shirt that I am NOT wrecking! We drive around, trying to find another way in. We start to give up and make are way back home when we spot Richard and Johnathan in the truck. Fuck yes. Teenager Trapping Time commences. We lead the boys to the Idiots, all hop in the truck, drive in quick to make sure they're both there, then back up, block the gate and call the cops. About a cigarette and half later, Constable Armstrong comes to the rescue. Fuck I love bad ass lady cops. The four of us in the truck, drive into the field and face the bastards. All 5 of them look up, not too concerned...more confused...and we watch their faces as they spot the lights behind us. Priceless. Absolutely fucking blissfully priceless. The four of us laugh quietly amongst ourselves as we watch the chochy little boy get felt up and put in the back with no more than 5 words from the bad ass lady cop. We give a brief statement and then go on our merry way back to the Super Family Fun Time, knowing that these kids are in for some shit. You do not dare put this family in danger without a Driving Without Care For Human Life, and "Street Racing" (I forget what the legal name is)charge, AND a pending charge under the criminal code, nearly guaranteeing some sweet, ass-loving jail time.
So now I sit, eagerly waiting for my call to witness, hoping these assholes plead non-guilty, just so I can sit in court and ensure they burn good for what they did. Toussiant Family Unite!
Its approximately 12 hours later. Having a nice relaxing time out on the front deck with several family members, about to wave Richard goodbye. The youngin's are inside watching Treehouse. All except Denver. He's getting ready to cross the street to his mom who's getting something from the car. At the exact same time, I hear a loud yell coming from my left, down the street just a bit. I hear a loud roar of what has to be more than one car engine speeding towards me. I hear myself and several other voices yell, "DENVER GET OFF THE ROAD!". I see Rhonda run across the street. I hear my mom whistle loudly. I hear a "STOP!" I see people running into the street. I see a blue Civic, a gold Sunfire, side by side speeding down a residential street towards my family and my neighbours. My mother and Richard are in the middle of the street! The Civic maintains his speed as the Sunfire backs off slightly. I hear a loud thud as I see my mother's hand hit the hood of the Civic as it speeds past her right, swerving still to Richard's right, just centimetres from the truck parked in front of the house. The Civic grazes Richard as it speeds along to the stop sign, the Sunfire following close behind. Richard's yelling the license plate of the Civic, different family members and neighbours are dialing 911. My brother Johnathan is walking to his car as my mom yells for him to stop. She knows as well as I that he will surely kill the idiots who put my family in danger. I hear someone say, "I wish I got the Sunfire's plates but I can't catch them now." I smile cockily and say, "I can." My sister gives me the look and she runs out back. I run into the street to meet her. I get in the car, no shoes on of course, and we start to drive away. My mom yells from the sidewalk, "YOU STAY 50 FEET AWAY FROM THEM!!! I DON'T NEED YOU COMING HOME WITH SCARS AND ABUSE CHARGES!" "Yes mom", my sister and I say simultaneously and we speed off (no more than 40 km/hr of course). We're driving for what seems like hours, all over town trying to spot a blue Civic or a gold Sunfire. Just as we're about to give up Betty yells, "THERE THEY ARE!" and we uturn, speed up and chase after them. On some dirt road just out of town...closer and closer and closer and just about the get the plates, they turn off into a field. Betty and I are now scrambling to figure out how the fuck we're gonna get a shitty ass Cavalier in there. No way we're mud bogging it when I've got no shoes and a skirt on. Not to mention my Lady Gaga shirt that I am NOT wrecking! We drive around, trying to find another way in. We start to give up and make are way back home when we spot Richard and Johnathan in the truck. Fuck yes. Teenager Trapping Time commences. We lead the boys to the Idiots, all hop in the truck, drive in quick to make sure they're both there, then back up, block the gate and call the cops. About a cigarette and half later, Constable Armstrong comes to the rescue. Fuck I love bad ass lady cops. The four of us in the truck, drive into the field and face the bastards. All 5 of them look up, not too concerned...more confused...and we watch their faces as they spot the lights behind us. Priceless. Absolutely fucking blissfully priceless. The four of us laugh quietly amongst ourselves as we watch the chochy little boy get felt up and put in the back with no more than 5 words from the bad ass lady cop. We give a brief statement and then go on our merry way back to the Super Family Fun Time, knowing that these kids are in for some shit. You do not dare put this family in danger without a Driving Without Care For Human Life, and "Street Racing" (I forget what the legal name is)charge, AND a pending charge under the criminal code, nearly guaranteeing some sweet, ass-loving jail time.
So now I sit, eagerly waiting for my call to witness, hoping these assholes plead non-guilty, just so I can sit in court and ensure they burn good for what they did. Toussiant Family Unite!
Morphine Wins!
So I gots me a fancy dancy concussion. After two and half weeks of constant headaches that just seemed to get worse and worse and a trip to the family doctor which gave me no information whatsoever...I made my way over to ye olde hospital and got me a CT Scan. Terrifying I must say but totally worth it. I am not bleeding from the head or brain, I do not have a tumour, I do not have Arnold Chiari Malformation like my mama. Just a concussion. A horribly painful and debilitating concussion. So what do they give me? 2400 mg of ibuprofen a day and a morphine for bed. Sweet! I HATE narcotics and have never tried anything more than codeine which knocks me flat on my ass. I'm scared to take it. I'm safe at home and going to straight to bed but what if I don't wake up? I have an extremely low tolerance for narcotics and they fuck me right up. In a way I'm excited but also very nervous. What if I like it? What if I like the feeling I get from these fancy pain killers and take more than my recommended dose? What if I become addicted like some other people I know... Maybe I'm just over thinking it. Who knows. Yay for happy times!
The Gift Of Sight
As you're probably more than aware, I love art. I am by no means an expert, or even a fanatic, as I'm not nearly educated enough to be either. I merely find what I find and see what I see. I love all forms of art. Natural and man made. Every medium. Personally, I write, paint, draw and do a lot of experimenting with relationships and personal interactions. I try to find the art and beauty in everything. Lately with the daily stresses I've been having a difficult time finding artistic bliss on a daily basis. Today I have decided to dedicate this blog to the art of animation.
First, Jason Steele and all those at FilmCow. My personal favourite is Charlie The Unicorn. I also enjoy Llamas With Hats and Marshmallow People.
Second, David Firth and all those at Fat-Pie. My personal favourite is Salad Fingers. I also highly recommend the stop frame film Crooked Rot.
Third, Wes Anderson's Fantastic Mr. Fox. This is an epic masterpiece, to put it simply.
Fourth, two videos by Tool. Adam Jones is the genius behind these. Most of their videos include some form of animation, but these two feature it prominently. Prison Sex and Sober.
I think about the thought process to create these. I think about the internal struggles to write down what their imagination is coming up with. I think about whether the end result is what they initially pictured. I think about how many hours of stress and work and effort and frustration and tears and sweat it took to create a mere few minutes of video. The creators of these are artistic geniuses, and I am SO incredibly fortunate to be able to enjoy these.
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