you never wait so long

this morning after getting my shit together, 'he who can not be named on the blog' picked me up here and we headed off to meinhardt for a quick snack before heading over to williams-sonoma to what someone make some pie....and as it turned out, it was a bit of a bust - 'he who' had had enough of that action in about three minutes, i , however, convinced him to stay for a few more minutes but then gave up myself. i mean, it was pretty cool but really i don't need to be huddled around a cooking station/test kitchen thingy, trying to get a look at what's going on with 15 south granville ladies who lunch and a couple of their male hangers-on...i would, someday, like to take a cooking class and learn a thing or two...but it's not going to be in the test kitchen at williams-sonoma...
ok.

so it seems every time i turn on the tv and see a musical performer i get shitola lately...well, with the exception of joan jett of course....god bless her. last night's installment of 'shit i really never have to see ever again' saw me turning on SNL nd seeing that lame excuse for a old blue eyes wanna-be michael buble doing whatever it is he does. good lord. his balls are clearly in his wife's purse. and the choreography was like that from a bad high school re-make of jailhouse rock starring the kid who runs the baskin-robbins. please.

and so it was today to get my mind, musically, back on track i pulled a recently recovered from elsewhere dvd of pj harvey on her 'uh-huh her" tour...as small as polly jean is, she could boot-fuck that buble character into submission in a second...both musically and literally. as i was watching it i thought i'd really love to see her live again - i saw her twice in vancouver (both times at the commodore..) many, many moons ago and wow....seriously, boot-fuck bubbles..
and now i bring you the picture of the day. a beautiful mirrored chest of drawers. just lovely. south granville man, they got it all.

ok. it's raining. i'm gonna watch some more 'the wire'...

g. xo