Pineapple Express
WE NEED TO ALL GO SEE THIS!!!
ps. how do we embed videos... can someone do that for me?
pps. Travis, learn how to roll like that.....PLEASE.
Cheers,
StephLaw
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
This guy blows my mind...
Like, LOOK AT THIS:
Photography is one of the visual arts I wish I got into... Instead I take cheesy snapshots with my cell phone, especially after my digital camera got pick-pocketed on the TTC.
And speaking of pick-pockets, has anyone seen my iPod.... Okay, okay, I'm useless when it comes to remembering where I've dumped my belongings... but this time I really have no idea. I went out with Nick to the grocery store, then downtown and then rushed off to work, somewhere in the mix it is gone....
If I'm missing in the next few days it is because my family has slaughtered me for loosing another valuable item they have given me as a gift.... SHIZA!
Anyway, more cool drippy art here.
Cheers,
The SLaw
Monday, January 28, 2008
I'd like a second chance at my v-card please.
People are always asking me, "What did you do today Gord?"
Well, toDAY I slept.
But from 6pm to 8am I read web comic after web comic and watched a video tutorial on how to Irish jig, attempted to Irish jig and promptly stopped attempting.
But the night wasn't a total bust, thanks to web comics I found the most romantic V-card redemption EVER!
(I would have the comic here but you couldn't read the dang thing)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The Contents Of My Stomach Today and Vespas!
1/2 of a 26er of Tequillalemons and salt
water
orange juice
soy milk
about 50 grapes
lychee
pickles
jalapeno havarti
sparkling grapefruit drink
Shera's omlette
candied ginger
pop corn
brie
lemon mousse cake
oxtail stew with rice
cabbage and ham
peach yogurt
So far its been a delicious day... as for the condition of my head, who knows, I feel permanently loopy.
The past few days have been the same 'ol, which is great, its the kind of routine that I could always get used to. Nick and I ventured to adventure at the Superstore early yesterday as the beginning of our productive day. We are master theives which lead to us having more money in pocket.... oh and salmon cream cheese on cracked pepper Triscuts is an amazing idea when waiting for your taxi.
Here are some more pictures from our adventures:
You'll recognize this light fixture if you know where cool is on campus.
Shera and my future rides... so pimp!!
Travis, is this where your family lives?
Stoner chips at the Hot Box Cafe, yay to vapourizers :)
Post cheese purchasing success, comon' brie for $5?! AMAZING!
My two fav. ladies with the devil in liquid form. Thank god we were in the confines of Joel's abode so that I didn't make an ass of myself too much!
Still have not put my laundry away....
That's right, that's what she said!
Hang over life savers, that's right, trust me on this one...
Cheers,
The Blaw
To you, super-cute guy that did not have sex with me
Oh, super-cute guy. I was so thrilled when you text messaged me yesterday asking what I was doing that evening. Even more thrilled that I managed to work myself free of every single obligation I had last night in order to make my lie of being available true.
However, due to a somewhat slutty stage I've been going through recently (I don't mean mega slutty...just a tiny bit slutty...I like sex, don't judge me) I wanted to make absolutely sure that I did not sleep with you last night. Why, you ask? Because I actually like you and I know that when you're a woman, sleeping with a guy on the first or second date is like putting out a contract hit on your potential relationship. Plus, it's kind of slutty and while I'm not immune to the occasional one night stand (see statement above), it's not something I like to do on a regular basis.
In any case, I informed you that I would call you later that night after I had dinner with my family (Ok, really I was at home watching the finale of America's Next Top Model, but you, super-cute guy and potential boyfriend could NOT know that). After "dinner" was over, I gave you a call and attempted to convince you to meet me somewhere. Much to my horror, you were not having it. You wanted to come over to my house. I entered panic mode.
Why? Several reasons. One being that my house was a cesspool of disease and filth. I've been really sick for the last few weeks and have had absolutely zero motivation to clean up after myself and as a result, my whole house reeks of Vicks and old pizza. Normally, I am a perfectly clean person but not these past two weeks. If you were anyone else, super-cute guy...I may not have cared, but you are too good for my illness ridden haven of disgust. This would not do.
Also, I knew that if you came over to my house there was very little chance I would not sleep with you. Don't judge me for this because you, super-cute guy are indeed super-cute. Not just in the looks department, but personality-wise as well. You stimulate me intellectually and make me laugh. You are charming in the best kind of way and unless we were in a public place, I was going to have a very hard time not ripping your clothes off.
However, when I realized that you were set in your decision I had to cave. After all, I had canceled a jam session with my band, babysitting for my brother, watching project runway with a carton of pistachio ice cream and a number of other equally important tasks just to hang out with you. I had also already done my makeup and hair and I'm not one to waste perfectly good foundation. So I told you, super-cute guy that you were welcome to come by. You said you would. Fortunately, you were FAR away and it was going to take you over an hour.
After hanging up with you, I flew around like a mad woman cleaning up kleenex, vicks vapor rub spilled on the coffee table, thousands of Dr. Pepper cans and wine glasses, pizza crusts and beer bottles. I then noticed that it looked like Saks 5th Ave. had vomited clothes all over my house. I even found clothes in the guest bathroom and the kitchen. I shoved all of them in my closet, febreezed the living crap out of everything and my house took on a much more respectable air. I still had 30 minutes or so, so I catapulted myself into the bathtub to shave my legs and erm....more intimate area. I hadn't done this before because I intended to meet you in a public place and NOT have sex with you, but I figured that my resolve was basically gone at this point so I might as well be hairless and smell nice. Especially since I knew I was never going to be graced with the presence of you, super-cute guy ever again.
When you arrived, you were adorable. You didn't even try to kiss me for two hours, but instead, you asked me questions about my job and my family. You showed me pictures of your gorgeous little boy. We talked about hunting. Told some innapropriate jokes. You told me what a good time you were having and that you liked me. In short, you were super-cute (as we have already established).
But as the night wore on, super-cute turned into super-sexy as you went in for the kill. I will admit: You have some good moves. Really good. I won't go into detail for obvious reasons, but just know that you had me in the palm of your hand. There was a point during our little make-out session where I really would have done absolutely anything you asked of me.
But what makes you really cute, super-cute guy is that you stopped at second base at basically told me that you would like to save some fun for next time.
*Sigh of relief*
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't want to have sex with you...I REALLY did. But I know I would regret it right this second if we had, so I appreciate so much that you were nice enough to release me from your seductive hold of super-cuteness long enough for me to catch my breath and recalibrate.
I will say, however: I haven't been that turned on by anyone in a long time. If "Next time" isn't soon, I might end up hating you. Just saying.
Thanks again, super-cute guy. You get a second date gold star.
*EDIT*
To you, mildly-cute friend of super-cute guy: Do not be pissed off that I didn't go out with you. I truthfully have no idea how you ended up with my number the night I met you and your super-cute friend. I guess you couldn't tell that I only had eyes for him. I know that you have been text messaging me for almost a week asking me to hang out, and I may have accepted your offer had it ever been at a time well before one in the morning.
So please do not blame me from accepting a date from your super-cute friend (who you should totally take lessons from, by the way). He extended an invitation at about 4 in the afternoon as oppose to your middle of the freaking night. No offense (because you are indeed, mildly-cute), but any guy that text messages me at one a.m. to hang out is probably not one that I would consider dating.
Thanks for understanding :-)
Found by Flu on Craigslist Classifieds
However, due to a somewhat slutty stage I've been going through recently (I don't mean mega slutty...just a tiny bit slutty...I like sex, don't judge me) I wanted to make absolutely sure that I did not sleep with you last night. Why, you ask? Because I actually like you and I know that when you're a woman, sleeping with a guy on the first or second date is like putting out a contract hit on your potential relationship. Plus, it's kind of slutty and while I'm not immune to the occasional one night stand (see statement above), it's not something I like to do on a regular basis.
In any case, I informed you that I would call you later that night after I had dinner with my family (Ok, really I was at home watching the finale of America's Next Top Model, but you, super-cute guy and potential boyfriend could NOT know that). After "dinner" was over, I gave you a call and attempted to convince you to meet me somewhere. Much to my horror, you were not having it. You wanted to come over to my house. I entered panic mode.
Why? Several reasons. One being that my house was a cesspool of disease and filth. I've been really sick for the last few weeks and have had absolutely zero motivation to clean up after myself and as a result, my whole house reeks of Vicks and old pizza. Normally, I am a perfectly clean person but not these past two weeks. If you were anyone else, super-cute guy...I may not have cared, but you are too good for my illness ridden haven of disgust. This would not do.
Also, I knew that if you came over to my house there was very little chance I would not sleep with you. Don't judge me for this because you, super-cute guy are indeed super-cute. Not just in the looks department, but personality-wise as well. You stimulate me intellectually and make me laugh. You are charming in the best kind of way and unless we were in a public place, I was going to have a very hard time not ripping your clothes off.
However, when I realized that you were set in your decision I had to cave. After all, I had canceled a jam session with my band, babysitting for my brother, watching project runway with a carton of pistachio ice cream and a number of other equally important tasks just to hang out with you. I had also already done my makeup and hair and I'm not one to waste perfectly good foundation. So I told you, super-cute guy that you were welcome to come by. You said you would. Fortunately, you were FAR away and it was going to take you over an hour.
After hanging up with you, I flew around like a mad woman cleaning up kleenex, vicks vapor rub spilled on the coffee table, thousands of Dr. Pepper cans and wine glasses, pizza crusts and beer bottles. I then noticed that it looked like Saks 5th Ave. had vomited clothes all over my house. I even found clothes in the guest bathroom and the kitchen. I shoved all of them in my closet, febreezed the living crap out of everything and my house took on a much more respectable air. I still had 30 minutes or so, so I catapulted myself into the bathtub to shave my legs and erm....more intimate area. I hadn't done this before because I intended to meet you in a public place and NOT have sex with you, but I figured that my resolve was basically gone at this point so I might as well be hairless and smell nice. Especially since I knew I was never going to be graced with the presence of you, super-cute guy ever again.
When you arrived, you were adorable. You didn't even try to kiss me for two hours, but instead, you asked me questions about my job and my family. You showed me pictures of your gorgeous little boy. We talked about hunting. Told some innapropriate jokes. You told me what a good time you were having and that you liked me. In short, you were super-cute (as we have already established).
But as the night wore on, super-cute turned into super-sexy as you went in for the kill. I will admit: You have some good moves. Really good. I won't go into detail for obvious reasons, but just know that you had me in the palm of your hand. There was a point during our little make-out session where I really would have done absolutely anything you asked of me.
But what makes you really cute, super-cute guy is that you stopped at second base at basically told me that you would like to save some fun for next time.
*Sigh of relief*
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't want to have sex with you...I REALLY did. But I know I would regret it right this second if we had, so I appreciate so much that you were nice enough to release me from your seductive hold of super-cuteness long enough for me to catch my breath and recalibrate.
I will say, however: I haven't been that turned on by anyone in a long time. If "Next time" isn't soon, I might end up hating you. Just saying.
Thanks again, super-cute guy. You get a second date gold star.
*EDIT*
To you, mildly-cute friend of super-cute guy: Do not be pissed off that I didn't go out with you. I truthfully have no idea how you ended up with my number the night I met you and your super-cute friend. I guess you couldn't tell that I only had eyes for him. I know that you have been text messaging me for almost a week asking me to hang out, and I may have accepted your offer had it ever been at a time well before one in the morning.
So please do not blame me from accepting a date from your super-cute friend (who you should totally take lessons from, by the way). He extended an invitation at about 4 in the afternoon as oppose to your middle of the freaking night. No offense (because you are indeed, mildly-cute), but any guy that text messages me at one a.m. to hang out is probably not one that I would consider dating.
Thanks for understanding :-)
Found by Flu on Craigslist Classifieds
Friday, January 25, 2008
Unmotivated to the MAX...
So, instead of what I should be doing... I'm learning how to use my new cell 
phone.... so many more buttons than are necessary. What happened to cell phones just being that - make a call and that's it! Why the hell do I need an internet connection or even an mp3 player, isn't that why I spent money on a computer (and pay bills for the interwebs for that matter) and an iPod!!?? I clearly remember the days of having to wait to get home to make a phone call or always making sure I had a quarter handy to call for a ride home from the mall... hahaha, that makes me sound like I'm in my thirties. Okay, so I've just familiarized myself with the incredibly addicting text messaging (yeah I know, I lived a sheltered life with electronics - you can blame my parents for that) and checking voice-mail. Otherwise, I have to crack and read the manual before I break it and my dad breaks me. Like my last post said: Here-here to parents spoiling me now instead of when I was younger!!
Anyway, Nick and Shera entertained me with music from the internets and Katamari cakes. At least I accomplished what I plan to do before work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'll be missing Tokyo Police Club at Nathan Phillips Square... but heck, its gonna be a frigid -3 degrees out and from what I experienced last night on the walk home, I think I'll pass and get some moneys instead (pants would have been a good idea).
I realize that I'm a bum, as I take pictures of what I have to do today
instead of actually doing them... heh, perhaps I still wish I lived in the Disney movie, Sleeping Beauty, where wands fixed all problems. But I'm seriously near the end of my underwear stash and bathing suits are not an option. I don't understand my lag today. If I slack anymore I could be in serious stress mode to catch up with all my responsibilities - but that's the joy of the StephLaw life... I just can't say no. Then I just get so damn tired that all I wanna do with my free time is relax my brain with absolutely nothing important. Meh, such as life, obviously I'm not worried about it enough to make these sort of life changes. Listen up kids, for pete's sake don't use me as a role model - do your homework and go to class!!
Anyway, here are more snip-its on what I've laid my eyes on today... (keep coming back for more in the future... I think I'll make this a regular thing to show you all the cool things we do, even when we do absolutely nothing at all!) 
This is us trying to pretend the GH doesn't actually exist in our house... oh but its there... ITS THERE.... 
This happened in less than two weeks, some may say we have a drinking problem, we just call it self-medicating.
And there the DEVIL is in true form... right outside my freakin' window... sometimes if you listen carefully you can hear your name being called to come hither... I think that is why we play so much music all the time, not because we like (well there is that too) but it helps drown out the mesmerizing taunt.
phone.... so many more buttons than are necessary. What happened to cell phones just being that - make a call and that's it! Why the hell do I need an internet connection or even an mp3 player, isn't that why I spent money on a computer (and pay bills for the interwebs for that matter) and an iPod!!?? I clearly remember the days of having to wait to get home to make a phone call or always making sure I had a quarter handy to call for a ride home from the mall... hahaha, that makes me sound like I'm in my thirties. Okay, so I've just familiarized myself with the incredibly addicting text messaging (yeah I know, I lived a sheltered life with electronics - you can blame my parents for that) and checking voice-mail. Otherwise, I have to crack and read the manual before I break it and my dad breaks me. Like my last post said: Here-here to parents spoiling me now instead of when I was younger!!
Anyway, Nick and Shera entertained me with music from the internets and Katamari cakes. At least I accomplished what I plan to do before work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'll be missing Tokyo Police Club at Nathan Phillips Square... but heck, its gonna be a frigid -3 degrees out and from what I experienced last night on the walk home, I think I'll pass and get some moneys instead (pants would have been a good idea).*sigh*
I realize that I'm a bum, as I take pictures of what I have to do today
instead of actually doing them... heh, perhaps I still wish I lived in the Disney movie, Sleeping Beauty, where wands fixed all problems. But I'm seriously near the end of my underwear stash and bathing suits are not an option. I don't understand my lag today. If I slack anymore I could be in serious stress mode to catch up with all my responsibilities - but that's the joy of the StephLaw life... I just can't say no. Then I just get so damn tired that all I wanna do with my free time is relax my brain with absolutely nothing important. Meh, such as life, obviously I'm not worried about it enough to make these sort of life changes. Listen up kids, for pete's sake don't use me as a role model - do your homework and go to class!!
Anyway, here are more snip-its on what I've laid my eyes on today... (keep coming back for more in the future... I think I'll make this a regular thing to show you all the cool things we do, even when we do absolutely nothing at all!) AND, I kinda like the crappy quality of my phone camera.
This is us trying to pretend the GH doesn't actually exist in our house... oh but its there... ITS THERE.... This happened in less than two weeks, some may say we have a drinking problem, we just call it self-medicating.And there the DEVIL is in true form... right outside my freakin' window... sometimes if you listen carefully you can hear your name being called to come hither... I think that is why we play so much music all the time, not because we like (well there is that too) but it helps drown out the mesmerizing taunt. Until my next bored moment (which will probably be soon...),
Cheers,
StephBlllllllllllllllllaw (stress on the blaw today)
Cool Beans
Wicked catch-phrases - and the people I get to join the bandwagon of saying them!
Wicked revamping of the blog - mad props to whoever done it!!!
Wicked article in the Excal - one step closer to stardom!
Wicked near-frost bite action on my legs - cheers to a good pubnight with almost-fights with people not of our kind!
Wicked new soundtrack to my life - thanks to gifts under my door!
Wicked council members of Winters College - yay we can all go to Montreal!!
Wicked shows - my life has been dedicated to so many DVD'd television programs... the list goes on and on and on (I've recently been checking out: LOST!! UNDECLARED!! WEEDS!! BUFFY!! ANGEL!! SOPRANOS!! SEX AND THE CITY!! ROBOT CHICKEN!! CLONE HIGH!! ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!! THE OFFICE!! etc...etc...etc...)!!!
Wicked Food & Drink this season - I'm only missing one now in two years... boourns to running out before I get my booze on LCBO styles!
Wicked sex-to-my-eyes - Daft Punk you make my brain hurt in wonderful ways.... and I promise to bejewel a full leather suit for you Aitch!!! (ps. best explosion EVER... no, seriously)
Wicked parent spoiling - I'm glad its now and not when I was younger... I need it now more than ever!!
Wicked "holy-voice-mail-batman!" - leave me a message on my new phuckin' phone!!
Wicked song to get my groove on - sorry, its still gotta be Sexual Eruptions...
Wicked way to stay up all night - GH you stole my soul!
Wicked clean house - and the roommates I live with, and for not gettin' down my throat about lack of a clean upstairs bathroom (I'll get to it I promise - just so all over the place right now).
Wicked paycheque coming soon - got me some shifts! FINALLY!! HOLY FUCK!!!
Wicked way for us to get noticed - we are sooooooooooooo google-able!! (Top Ten on most keywords!!!)
Wicked amount of pillows - which beckons me to my bed -_- zzzzzzz!
Cheers,
StephBLAW!
Wicked revamping of the blog - mad props to whoever done it!!!
Wicked article in the Excal - one step closer to stardom!
Wicked near-frost bite action on my legs - cheers to a good pubnight with almost-fights with people not of our kind!
Wicked new soundtrack to my life - thanks to gifts under my door!
Wicked council members of Winters College - yay we can all go to Montreal!!
Wicked shows - my life has been dedicated to so many DVD'd television programs... the list goes on and on and on (I've recently been checking out: LOST!! UNDECLARED!! WEEDS!! BUFFY!! ANGEL!! SOPRANOS!! SEX AND THE CITY!! ROBOT CHICKEN!! CLONE HIGH!! ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!! THE OFFICE!! etc...etc...etc...)!!!
Wicked Food & Drink this season - I'm only missing one now in two years... boourns to running out before I get my booze on LCBO styles!
Wicked sex-to-my-eyes - Daft Punk you make my brain hurt in wonderful ways.... and I promise to bejewel a full leather suit for you Aitch!!! (ps. best explosion EVER... no, seriously)
Wicked parent spoiling - I'm glad its now and not when I was younger... I need it now more than ever!!
Wicked "holy-voice-mail-batman!" - leave me a message on my new phuckin' phone!!
Wicked song to get my groove on - sorry, its still gotta be Sexual Eruptions...
Wicked way to stay up all night - GH you stole my soul!
Wicked clean house - and the roommates I live with, and for not gettin' down my throat about lack of a clean upstairs bathroom (I'll get to it I promise - just so all over the place right now).
Wicked paycheque coming soon - got me some shifts! FINALLY!! HOLY FUCK!!!
Wicked way for us to get noticed - we are sooooooooooooo google-able!! (Top Ten on most keywords!!!)
Wicked amount of pillows - which beckons me to my bed -_- zzzzzzz!
Cheers,
StephBLAW!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Guitar Hero Has Taken Over Our Lives
So, in case anyone out in blogland is wondering (if anyone even listens to us) we haven't been online, doing any blogging.... because we've all been playing Guitar Hero constantly for the past week? Oh, mixed with some Buffy.
In honor of this, there's a new voting poll. I guess that means, Shera, you fuckin' win the prize for the bucket poll. The prize of AIDS. WHOO!
Also, everyone. This is a good time to post pictures of the zombifed guitar hero faces. Do it, yeah!
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FREEEEEEBIIIIIRD
In honor of this, there's a new voting poll. I guess that means, Shera, you fuckin' win the prize for the bucket poll. The prize of AIDS. WHOO!
Also, everyone. This is a good time to post pictures of the zombifed guitar hero faces. Do it, yeah!
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FREEEEEEBIIIIIRD
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Lover's Pit
1. The Mules - We're Good People (CSS Remix)
2. The Black Lips - Veni Vidi Vici (Diplo Remix)
3. Sonic Chicken 4 - Girl 66
4. Sunset Rubdown - I'll Believe In Anything You'll Believe In Anything
5. Albert Hammond Jr. - Postal Blowfish
6. The Dodos - Fools
7. Animal Collective - Fireworks
8. Amplive vs. Radiohead - Nude
9. Sonic Chicken 4 - Cool Song
10. Radiohead - Bangers + Mash
11. Radiohead - 4 Minute Warning
12. Yo La Tengo - Little Eyes
13. Kimya Dawson - Tire Swing
14. Final Fantasy & Cadence Weapon - Paris 1919
15. Barry Louis Polisar - All I Want Is You
16. Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
17. The Moldy Peaches - Jorge Regula
18. Sunset Rubdown - Us Ones In Between
19. Coldplay - Sparks
mixed by turbo flu
2. The Black Lips - Veni Vidi Vici (Diplo Remix)
3. Sonic Chicken 4 - Girl 66
4. Sunset Rubdown - I'll Believe In Anything You'll Believe In Anything
5. Albert Hammond Jr. - Postal Blowfish
6. The Dodos - Fools
7. Animal Collective - Fireworks
8. Amplive vs. Radiohead - Nude
9. Sonic Chicken 4 - Cool Song
10. Radiohead - Bangers + Mash
11. Radiohead - 4 Minute Warning
12. Yo La Tengo - Little Eyes
13. Kimya Dawson - Tire Swing
14. Final Fantasy & Cadence Weapon - Paris 1919
15. Barry Louis Polisar - All I Want Is You
16. Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
17. The Moldy Peaches - Jorge Regula
18. Sunset Rubdown - Us Ones In Between
19. Coldplay - Sparks
mixed by turbo flu
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Free Bird isn't just for Skynyrd's Innyrds anymore...
...and we don't even have to pay a buck to hear it either!!
By the graciousness of Derek (a Shoreham/Student-Ghetto resident), the Romfield Residents have found a new avenue of addictions... GUITAR HERO... yeah, it happened to us-the epidemic spreads yonder.... But fuck!!!! What a night last night was, especially for those who didn't actually go to sleep until half way through the following day! It was another display of good hangouts that's for damn sure.
I was painting in Vanier with Derek and mentioned that the previous night Shera and I, or mainly I, tried to drunkenly text him to bring GH to our house soon and he suggested that he could bring it over after work. Damn good idea! I called Shera as I waited for GoSafe (as there was another rape on campus - NOT in Vanier and I was out of bus tickets) and mentioned this to her also suggesting that we call dail-a-bottle for some beers. As I got home and the GH word got around, one ordered case turned into two. The disaster of my room called my attention until I heard the protests of Nick and Shera to the douche-bag of a delivery guy who tried to scam us for more of our hard-earned money... speaking of which I need to make more to feed this drinking career I have (Man, its an expensive profession to keep up - HAH!). Derek arrived from work at the ShitHaus empty handed and the looks around the table were in shock and awe and sheer disappointment (way to make a guy feel welcome - "dude, no Guitar Hero? Get outta mah-house!!"). I volunteered to trek out to the Ghetto with Derek as long as someone helped us out and paid for our fare. A little less than an hour later, we arrive and the house greeted us with RockStar cheers! Woooo, to be famous, or rather have an intriguing game in hand.... awwww....
Well, it didn't take long before the beginners all had a chance to rock out (with no cocks out) and the beers suddenly disappeared too fast, but a hell of a night anyway. Baby kitty doesn't think so though, he's actually petrified of the guitars... also another form of entertainment ("poor guy" "we do it because we love them" "what? torture them?" *giggles*).
I think my favourite part, which I'm sure the majority of the spectators will agree, was the Zombie-expressions we all gained in our quests to rockstardom... perhaps we need to relocate the Zombie Wall to the ShitHaus - it was looking pretty grim at times, hahaha.
Anyway, many thanks to Derek for letting us keep the game with us for a while! I know where we are going to be spending our next few nights.... speaking of which - Free Bird here I come!!!
Cheers,
StephLaw
By the graciousness of Derek (a Shoreham/Student-Ghetto resident), the Romfield Residents have found a new avenue of addictions... GUITAR HERO... yeah, it happened to us-the epidemic spreads yonder.... But fuck!!!! What a night last night was, especially for those who didn't actually go to sleep until half way through the following day! It was another display of good hangouts that's for damn sure.
I was painting in Vanier with Derek and mentioned that the previous night Shera and I, or mainly I, tried to drunkenly text him to bring GH to our house soon and he suggested that he could bring it over after work. Damn good idea! I called Shera as I waited for GoSafe (as there was another rape on campus - NOT in Vanier and I was out of bus tickets) and mentioned this to her also suggesting that we call dail-a-bottle for some beers. As I got home and the GH word got around, one ordered case turned into two. The disaster of my room called my attention until I heard the protests of Nick and Shera to the douche-bag of a delivery guy who tried to scam us for more of our hard-earned money... speaking of which I need to make more to feed this drinking career I have (Man, its an expensive profession to keep up - HAH!). Derek arrived from work at the ShitHaus empty handed and the looks around the table were in shock and awe and sheer disappointment (way to make a guy feel welcome - "dude, no Guitar Hero? Get outta mah-house!!"). I volunteered to trek out to the Ghetto with Derek as long as someone helped us out and paid for our fare. A little less than an hour later, we arrive and the house greeted us with RockStar cheers! Woooo, to be famous, or rather have an intriguing game in hand.... awwww....
Well, it didn't take long before the beginners all had a chance to rock out (with no cocks out) and the beers suddenly disappeared too fast, but a hell of a night anyway. Baby kitty doesn't think so though, he's actually petrified of the guitars... also another form of entertainment ("poor guy" "we do it because we love them" "what? torture them?" *giggles*).
I think my favourite part, which I'm sure the majority of the spectators will agree, was the Zombie-expressions we all gained in our quests to rockstardom... perhaps we need to relocate the Zombie Wall to the ShitHaus - it was looking pretty grim at times, hahaha.
Anyway, many thanks to Derek for letting us keep the game with us for a while! I know where we are going to be spending our next few nights.... speaking of which - Free Bird here I come!!!
Cheers,
StephLaw
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Excal interview
So Whitney contacted me on Facebook (drink) to ask questions for her article on party houses for the Excalibur. She asked 9 questions and myself, B, Gordo, Flu and Travis sat around and discussed. This is what we sent in.
1. Why is your house a party house?
2. What do you do, if anything, to party proof your house?
3. Do you use any sort of system to control alcohol consumption?
4. What themes have you hosted?
5. What do you do to draw attention to your party?
6. Any tips for throwing a successful party?
7. Any serious problems?
8. Any funny anecdotes?
9. In your opinion, what are the three best themed parties you have ever attended?
1. our house has evolved out of the realm of home free, our old house along the ol' 106 bus route. the naming began with the feeling of the place... we spend our days waiting to walk in the door and proclaim "HOME FREE" as we had so many times in our childhood games. the 3 origional members then named sucessors to thier lair to join forces with thier friend and former college rezmate in another well known party house, and added a fifth amazing personality to became newhomefreeland, and have been rocking the party house ever since. the thing is, they dont really try to hard. with the five of us, its already a party, and when you add the numbers of part time residents, the place is always buzzing.
the abience is aethetically pleasing, including a zombie wall for apocalyptic emergencies, a hat wall for hat parties, art projects on all the walls, ceilings, doors and floors, (which by the way, is hot lava) soundproofed bathroom, and 5 very chill roomspaces including: a forest (tent included), a handpainted boho upstairs library redlight bedroom studio complete with wall poetry, and a doctors office.
entertainment is endless, with music that could play to the end of time, enough dj power to host the wickedest of dance parties, every nintendo system, movies, and all the drinking games to go with each. dont forget about the classics: chess, puzzles, and bottle cap fights that last hours.
basically, you put enough amazing people in one place, and its bound to be a good time, regardless of where you are. this place just happens to be where we live and everyone runs home free.
quoted by newhomefreeland
2. to party proof our house... id say we clean up. take out all the mcdonalds and pizza boxes to make room for people and maybe sweep and do some dishes if the beer hasnt arrived yet. - matt armour
nothing. occasionally drastic rearrangements of furniture for no reason. - brendan gilhuly
3. vomit usually works, just try to keep it outside or in the bathroom if there isnt a line. - matt
we too poor to afford enough alchohol to kill ourselvs with so chances are were fine - gord, part time resident with 3/4 vote.
if someone falls down the stairs theyre cut off. at least for an hour or two.
generaly though, and quite seriously, people should know thier limits and we usually have good group of people who watch out for each other and nothing gets too crazy. - matt
4. Vampire Party , Burlesqure Party, BYOTheme Party, 24 Party (Watching an entire Season of 24 with a few 2-4's), The Newhomefreeland move-in party... bender, Spelling Bee party, Mexico (Two 26ers of Tequila), Practice Edwards 40 Hands, Edward 40 Hands, NewYears2008 and the NewHomeFreeLand Scavenger Hunt Kegger, in which we had a list of tasks to be completed by the end of the night. Oh and kegs.
5. Tell people.
6. Keep the randoms out, make people feel comfortable
7. Cleaning up glass is always a good idea, its bound to happen. Trying to keep expensive things dry, with the flowing booze all around. Vomit.
8. Everything that happens, everyday, all the time.
Drop shots of vodka in everything... beer, wine, more vodka, gin, soup, a funnel.
Pre-drinking too much tequila, deciding we needed beer as well, stopping by two houses to predrink and then going to a party screaming Mexico - Sustained many injuries and dirtied a sink and a back alley before midnight (Sorry guys).
9. 1. Scavenger Hunt
2. Vampire Party
3. Underpants parties. Half the works already done!
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So hopefully some of that will get published along with some crazy pics from the Kegger!!
Keep on rockin', yall
Armourtime
1. Why is your house a party house?
2. What do you do, if anything, to party proof your house?
3. Do you use any sort of system to control alcohol consumption?
4. What themes have you hosted?
5. What do you do to draw attention to your party?
6. Any tips for throwing a successful party?
7. Any serious problems?
8. Any funny anecdotes?
9. In your opinion, what are the three best themed parties you have ever attended?
1. our house has evolved out of the realm of home free, our old house along the ol' 106 bus route. the naming began with the feeling of the place... we spend our days waiting to walk in the door and proclaim "HOME FREE" as we had so many times in our childhood games. the 3 origional members then named sucessors to thier lair to join forces with thier friend and former college rezmate in another well known party house, and added a fifth amazing personality to became newhomefreeland, and have been rocking the party house ever since. the thing is, they dont really try to hard. with the five of us, its already a party, and when you add the numbers of part time residents, the place is always buzzing.
the abience is aethetically pleasing, including a zombie wall for apocalyptic emergencies, a hat wall for hat parties, art projects on all the walls, ceilings, doors and floors, (which by the way, is hot lava) soundproofed bathroom, and 5 very chill roomspaces including: a forest (tent included), a handpainted boho upstairs library redlight bedroom studio complete with wall poetry, and a doctors office.
entertainment is endless, with music that could play to the end of time, enough dj power to host the wickedest of dance parties, every nintendo system, movies, and all the drinking games to go with each. dont forget about the classics: chess, puzzles, and bottle cap fights that last hours.
basically, you put enough amazing people in one place, and its bound to be a good time, regardless of where you are. this place just happens to be where we live and everyone runs home free.
quoted by newhomefreeland
2. to party proof our house... id say we clean up. take out all the mcdonalds and pizza boxes to make room for people and maybe sweep and do some dishes if the beer hasnt arrived yet. - matt armour
nothing. occasionally drastic rearrangements of furniture for no reason. - brendan gilhuly
3. vomit usually works, just try to keep it outside or in the bathroom if there isnt a line. - matt
we too poor to afford enough alchohol to kill ourselvs with so chances are were fine - gord, part time resident with 3/4 vote.
if someone falls down the stairs theyre cut off. at least for an hour or two.
generaly though, and quite seriously, people should know thier limits and we usually have good group of people who watch out for each other and nothing gets too crazy. - matt
4. Vampire Party , Burlesqure Party, BYOTheme Party, 24 Party (Watching an entire Season of 24 with a few 2-4's), The Newhomefreeland move-in party... bender, Spelling Bee party, Mexico (Two 26ers of Tequila), Practice Edwards 40 Hands, Edward 40 Hands, NewYears2008 and the NewHomeFreeLand Scavenger Hunt Kegger, in which we had a list of tasks to be completed by the end of the night. Oh and kegs.
5. Tell people.
6. Keep the randoms out, make people feel comfortable
7. Cleaning up glass is always a good idea, its bound to happen. Trying to keep expensive things dry, with the flowing booze all around. Vomit.
8. Everything that happens, everyday, all the time.
Drop shots of vodka in everything... beer, wine, more vodka, gin, soup, a funnel.
Pre-drinking too much tequila, deciding we needed beer as well, stopping by two houses to predrink and then going to a party screaming Mexico - Sustained many injuries and dirtied a sink and a back alley before midnight (Sorry guys).
9. 1. Scavenger Hunt
2. Vampire Party
3. Underpants parties. Half the works already done!
--------------------------------------------------------------
So hopefully some of that will get published along with some crazy pics from the Kegger!!
Keep on rockin', yall
Armourtime
Saturday, January 12, 2008
oh, so you went to a bar on Friday night?
yeah, well we stayed in...
I must be mental or something. Its currently 4:39ish and I just cracked my first beer. Yep, I feel human enough to poison it again... I think we are waiting for McDick's to open as the perfect way to start our tomorrow. 3 cases almost done, a couple hours clocked in on the interweb watching stupid videos (potato chips for the brain...) and something to do with a scrap with beer throwing between Armourtime and Aitch, and a burp-talking-drunk Travis and we are still impressing ourselves as to nothing can ever replace the stuff we do for spending too much money at a bar on Friday night... its cheaper, closer and I can be as ruly as I want!
Don't believe us? Check out the pics:
Cheers,
StephLaw
I must be mental or something. Its currently 4:39ish and I just cracked my first beer. Yep, I feel human enough to poison it again... I think we are waiting for McDick's to open as the perfect way to start our tomorrow. 3 cases almost done, a couple hours clocked in on the interweb watching stupid videos (potato chips for the brain...) and something to do with a scrap with beer throwing between Armourtime and Aitch, and a burp-talking-drunk Travis and we are still impressing ourselves as to nothing can ever replace the stuff we do for spending too much money at a bar on Friday night... its cheaper, closer and I can be as ruly as I want!
Don't believe us? Check out the pics:
Cheers,
StephLaw
we propose a social activity
so
friday night we watched a crazy sci-fi/vampire russian movie that the good dr. finally found to pirate from the internets. we drank what is now two of three 2-4s that flu got because he had a shitty day at work. hooray for shitty days at work (in the words of armour time (ad libbed): "i'm glad your boss is a dick flu, otherwise we wouldn't have all this beer")!! then, travis finally beat sonic 2 and we rejoiced. ...... we came up with a new game after, and flicked beer caps at each other in the ultimate battle for about an hour.
and in that time span of our friday night, we decided that if it's this much fun to whip bottle caps at each other (even after more than one of us got hit in the face, eye, nuts, etc.*sidenote* and aitch wins for being the only one to get a cap down a shirt from across the room), at home, for free, we should move on to more violent endeavours (flu suggested guns next, but i don't think we're quite there yet, or we're not drunk enough.......let's see what happens at formal) and go play
PAINTBALL (because paint ball pellets kinda hurt when they come hurtling into your flesh out of the barrel of a gun)
shit haus vs. newhomefreeland (even though they're up one player from us, but i guess we could take gordon, because, like erin said: "i think my boyfriend spends more time with you than with me. and i'm okay with that." he pretty much counts as another member of the households, so that would make it even.)
so, when do you all want to play? because for those of you not around for the initial idea, you still fucking live here and that means you HAVE TO PLAY. so there. no whining.
when would all of us like to lose at least one eye??
Hmmm??
amphetamine the dragon
friday night we watched a crazy sci-fi/vampire russian movie that the good dr. finally found to pirate from the internets. we drank what is now two of three 2-4s that flu got because he had a shitty day at work. hooray for shitty days at work (in the words of armour time (ad libbed): "i'm glad your boss is a dick flu, otherwise we wouldn't have all this beer")!! then, travis finally beat sonic 2 and we rejoiced. ...... we came up with a new game after, and flicked beer caps at each other in the ultimate battle for about an hour.
and in that time span of our friday night, we decided that if it's this much fun to whip bottle caps at each other (even after more than one of us got hit in the face, eye, nuts, etc.*sidenote* and aitch wins for being the only one to get a cap down a shirt from across the room), at home, for free, we should move on to more violent endeavours (flu suggested guns next, but i don't think we're quite there yet, or we're not drunk enough.......let's see what happens at formal) and go play
PAINTBALL (because paint ball pellets kinda hurt when they come hurtling into your flesh out of the barrel of a gun)
shit haus vs. newhomefreeland (even though they're up one player from us, but i guess we could take gordon, because, like erin said: "i think my boyfriend spends more time with you than with me. and i'm okay with that." he pretty much counts as another member of the households, so that would make it even.)
so, when do you all want to play? because for those of you not around for the initial idea, you still fucking live here and that means you HAVE TO PLAY. so there. no whining.
when would all of us like to lose at least one eye??
Hmmm??
amphetamine the dragon
Friday, January 11, 2008
Don't let Winterites venture out on their own, especially when intoxicated...
I think I need a leash... or at least someone to hold my hand each time I go drinking by myself. You know, to tell me, "I think that's a bad idea" or, "don't put that in your mouth" or even, "okay StephLaw, I think its time to go home..." Granted my antics are pretty good entertainment, especially to those who don't really know me and are just visiting. I guess this is another tick on the wall for me and praying to god that I don't remember any more of what happened last night. But thanks to Shera for making me soup as I'm definitely less hungover as I type than if I went to bed starving. I was at least coherent enough to take out money for shopping today.
So cheers to beers, (oh yeah and vodka too...) today is going to be a long and interesting day I feel. First I've got to get the marching band to stop romping around on my brain...aaaaaahg. My meeting at 1:30pm with Ian and some York Admins. is going to test my skills to buck up and take it like a man. Oh construction woes and the tempting urge to puke - my favourite feeling!!! I'm apologizing in advance that all the decision making I'm doing today is going to be half-assed and I hope the communtiy space doesn't hinder because of it...
Cheers,
StephLaw
oh and ps. Sexual Eruptions is the freakin' devil....
pps. I love it....
So cheers to beers, (oh yeah and vodka too...) today is going to be a long and interesting day I feel. First I've got to get the marching band to stop romping around on my brain...aaaaaahg. My meeting at 1:30pm with Ian and some York Admins. is going to test my skills to buck up and take it like a man. Oh construction woes and the tempting urge to puke - my favourite feeling!!! I'm apologizing in advance that all the decision making I'm doing today is going to be half-assed and I hope the communtiy space doesn't hinder because of it...
Cheers,
StephLaw
oh and ps. Sexual Eruptions is the freakin' devil....
pps. I love it....
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sweet Fuckin' Deal!
This thing is pretty cool. I think it's a great idea to have an online communal blog. Brings us all together and what not. I also like the fact that it's a private thing. Actually... is this a private thing? How many people know about this blog? I just want to know what and what not to post up here jus' in case the wrong people read it. Is it just the two houses and their tenants?
Will someone please let me know?
It's 10:08am on Thursday and by Friday and 11pm Imma be in FUCKIN CUBA BITCHES!
Loves ya,
-Mamma D-
Will someone please let me know?
It's 10:08am on Thursday and by Friday and 11pm Imma be in FUCKIN CUBA BITCHES!
Loves ya,
-Mamma D-
The Rockstar: sex move stamped by Romfield resident
So yeah, I clearly live with the best roommates in the world.
Listen to this, I first heard about this a couple months back in my kitchen as Travis and I enjoyed breakfast together. I was drinking tea and Travis was hovering over the counter as we discussed a pretty usual topic: sex. Only recently has Travis become keen to the idea to letting his gem of a move out to the public and shared it to the rest of the Romfielders. Its brilliant really, let me explain it to you the way he did.
So you're doing doggy style with a girl and then you lift her up on your knees into a powerslide position and continue bouncing. Then you take your hands and play her like a guitar, strumming her clit and playing chords on her tit. Its called the Rockstar.
"Where did you learn this!?" Shera
"What mean learn, I made it up!" Travis
Yep, he made it all up himself. I wonder when he realized what he was doing... I wonder if the girl knew how Travis was making her really wail... haha. Travis is the little brother I never had, and its amazing. More Travis observations to come....
Cheers,
Steph
EDIT: new observation in the process of posting this post!
"There's gotta be something wrong with that" (hangs a can of Chef Boyardee Lasagna over a bowl commenting on the fact that it doesn't fall out of the can at all.) "Chef Boyardee may be packed with preservatives but its a delicious snack, and don't let people tell you otherwise!! Oh, yeah... I have toast!"
Listen to this, I first heard about this a couple months back in my kitchen as Travis and I enjoyed breakfast together. I was drinking tea and Travis was hovering over the counter as we discussed a pretty usual topic: sex. Only recently has Travis become keen to the idea to letting his gem of a move out to the public and shared it to the rest of the Romfielders. Its brilliant really, let me explain it to you the way he did.
So you're doing doggy style with a girl and then you lift her up on your knees into a powerslide position and continue bouncing. Then you take your hands and play her like a guitar, strumming her clit and playing chords on her tit. Its called the Rockstar.
"Where did you learn this!?" Shera
"What mean learn, I made it up!" Travis
Yep, he made it all up himself. I wonder when he realized what he was doing... I wonder if the girl knew how Travis was making her really wail... haha. Travis is the little brother I never had, and its amazing. More Travis observations to come....
Cheers,
Steph
EDIT: new observation in the process of posting this post!
"There's gotta be something wrong with that" (hangs a can of Chef Boyardee Lasagna over a bowl commenting on the fact that it doesn't fall out of the can at all.) "Chef Boyardee may be packed with preservatives but its a delicious snack, and don't let people tell you otherwise!! Oh, yeah... I have toast!"
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Sexual Seduction: The Sexy Back of 2008?
"Justin brought sexy back, but Snoop Dogg refined it!" - Dr.
"The song is sex to my ears." - S.Law
"I want chocolate mousse right now!" - S.Law
This is the tell-tale beginning of 2008! A new year and a new song to remix over and over and over an over and over again! Sexual Seduction, the new single from Mr. Dogg's forthcoming Ego Trippin', was released November 20th, the beginning of "Recap Season". The song flew under the radar for the next month appearing here and there, sitting there, waiting. But now, with a recently released remix by Weird Science, Sexual Eruption looks to be the remix song of 2008, and I fucking love it! Remixes will appear from every last corner of the world and babies will be made to every last one of them. Not only that the video is chocolate mousse, smooth, creamy and sweet to the eyes.
Enjoy the sex!
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Instrumental)
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption (Weird Science Remix)
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption (Rah Amin Remix)
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Fistfights Disco Edit)
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Solly Bmore Remix)
dr.
"The song is sex to my ears." - S.Law
"I want chocolate mousse right now!" - S.Law
This is the tell-tale beginning of 2008! A new year and a new song to remix over and over and over an over and over again! Sexual Seduction, the new single from Mr. Dogg's forthcoming Ego Trippin', was released November 20th, the beginning of "Recap Season". The song flew under the radar for the next month appearing here and there, sitting there, waiting. But now, with a recently released remix by Weird Science, Sexual Eruption looks to be the remix song of 2008, and I fucking love it! Remixes will appear from every last corner of the world and babies will be made to every last one of them. Not only that the video is chocolate mousse, smooth, creamy and sweet to the eyes.
Enjoy the sex!
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Instrumental)
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption (Weird Science Remix)
Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption (Rah Amin Remix)
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Fistfights Disco Edit)
Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (Solly Bmore Remix)
dr.
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