i. New shit up at elixireleven: 01 and 02. Both are image heavy.

ii. Dear Mr. Postman, if you give my two BPAL orders to the neighbor I hate by accident, I will wait for you with my two dogs, and when you show up with the next piece of mail that isn't BPAL-shaped, I am going to yell "Sick him!" Death by shih-tzu. That's what you get for giving my precious to someone else.

iii. I am so tired. So tired, in fact, that I'm rather excited to watch "Stomp the Yard" tonight and I'm not ashamed to say so. (I could follow it up with a movie starring Britney Spears and I'd be even less embarassed to admit it.)

iv. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks.

v. Even if you're not artistically-inclined, hell, especially if you're not artistically-inclined, check this guy out. I saw the exhibit at our Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal about a week and a half ago (and I've spent the time since sort of savouring it): Vik Muniz's Peanut Butter and Jelly Mona Lisa. I howled, snickered and giggled my way through the exhibit. It was incredible - from the spaghetti Caravaggio to the junk yard Goya (of Saturn devouring his children) it was all-around incredible to see what Muniz did with everyday stuff. (The chocolate syrup paintings were especially incredible... Look! Pollock!)